No matter who you are, whether you have been kissed or not, and how you have lived your life, everything will be gone with the wind the moment you step on the land of Shambhala.
Now, they were very close to their destination.
The skytrain followed the helicopters in front of them and traveled for nearly an hour in the vast gray fog that filled their vision. All the radar and navigation systems were off. Other than the roar of the engines and propellers, the only sound that could be heard was the thick fog that kept churning and churning.
Everyone was sitting in their seats. Some of them had their eyes closed, and some were looking at the sky outside the window. They were all waiting for the final moment to arrive.
Lin Sanjiu's attention was drawn back by a soft voice.
"S-Sir …"
She opened her eyes and looked toward the source of the voice. She realized that the skinny young boy had walked up to Silvan. He was holding the back of the chair with one hand and seemed a little nervous. His body was arched into a half-bow, and his lips were as pale as his skin, making the acne scars on his cheeks look even redder.
The golden-haired man sitting across from her lazily looked up and softly said, "Hmm?" He seemed to be tired, so he took a short nap like everyone else. His voice was still hoarse and sleepy.
"Sir, erm, I …" When the boy met Silvan's gaze, he felt as if there was a steel wire wrapped around his throat. His voice was so tight that it felt like it was going to break. "I … I want to ask you …"
"What is it?"
"Erm … We haven't turned on the radar …"
"Yeah." Silvan smiled and leaned against the back of the chair in a relaxed manner. "What's wrong?"
"Isn't — isn't this strange?" The words suddenly burst out of the boy's throat. "We don't even know where we are or where we are going. There is fog everywhere. How … how …"
As he said this, he involuntarily turned his eyes away, and abruptly stopped talking. Everyone's attention was attracted by him, and now, they all turned to look at him. Every single one of them had the same calm expression on their faces.
The boy's mind was not slow. Even though his face turned pale, he quickly changed his words, "How can we reach Shambhala?"
Even Lin Sanjiu could tell that this was not what he wanted to say at all.
"That's strange." His superior raised his hand and combed his blonde hair. He smiled and said, "Didn't you sense the biological navigation in your body?"
"Bio … biological navigation?"
"Where is Shambhala?" Silvan suddenly asked. His eyes were still on the boy, but it was obvious that he wasn't asking him a question. As soon as he finished speaking, all the people in the overhead train reached out their arms in unison. The boy caught a glimpse of them from the corner of his eye. He was shocked and staggered a few steps back.
Arms were raised into the sky in an orderly manner, pointing to the right.
The boy pulled his back tight, making his shoulders look narrower and his head look bigger. "I … I understand now. I wasn't paying attention just now …" A clear look of fear appeared on his face. He gulped and glanced at Silvan. "Sir, could it be that … you also have this biological navigation device?"
"Of course."
The boy stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds as if he had been hit by a stick. Just as he was about to walk back, he was stopped by Silvan. "Sit beside me," Silvan ordered softly. "When we reach our destination, follow me closely."
His eyelids drooped as he sat down, trembling uncontrollably. He stole glances at his commanding officer, but Lin Sanjiu had no idea that Lin Sanjiu was watching him.
"What's your name?" Lin Sanjiu's question startled the boy. He shrunk back and looked at Silvan. When he saw Silvan nodding, he answered cautiously, "I'm Meme."
The boy named Meme seemed to be filled with respect for Silvan.
Lin Sanjiu kept quiet and observed him from the corner of her eye. The boy was young. His facial features were flat, and his face was full of acne scars. Only his eyes were bright and lively. He tilted his head and thought for a while before asking Silvan, "Sir, have you been to Shambhala before?"
The blond man shook his head. "No."
"Then … Why do you want to go to Shambhala so much?" Meme's voice was very soft. Even Lin Sanjiu and Yu Yuan, who were sitting opposite him, could barely catch the edge of his words. The moment the boy's voice subsided, Silvan suddenly raised his head and looked at the two of them. They saw the confusion in each other's eyes.
'Oh right, why do we want to go to Shambhala so much? '
Meme waited for a while. When he saw that his superior was still frowning and did not answer him, he spoke again with a pleading tone, "Sir, please … Please think about it … What kind of place is that? Can you tell me why everyone … I mean, why do we want to go to Shambhala so badly that we don't even want to go back to the Munitions Factory? "
Silvan exhaled and buried his face in his palms. His blond hair fell down like rays of sunlight piercing through the air. The crisscrossing light and shadow traced out the joints of his fingers.
Meme's next words came out of his mouth in a trembling voice. His voice was filled with genuine concern, "Are … Are you alright?"
Before Silvan could answer, a hand fell on the boy's shoulder. It was a middle-aged woman wearing the uniform of the security department. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him up. Just as she lowered her head, Meme twisted his neck with all his might. Veins popped out from his red skin. "What are you doing? I've been kissed! I've been kissed! "
It was a blatant lie.
Lin Sanjiu stared at the two people who were struggling in front of her. She felt Mrs. Manas' voice in her mind suddenly become louder. Two completely opposite thoughts were tearing her soul apart. "Let him go!" When she heard the shout, she realized that it came from her own mouth. "Let him go! There's no need to pass the message!"
The middle-aged woman was stunned. She turned around and looked at Lin Sanjiu, but she did not let go of her hand. "Why?"
Lin Sanjiu stood up straight and stared at the two people without blinking. Meme was still in a state of shock, but he did not dare to let his guard down. He peeked at Lin Sanjiu from the corner of his eyes, but he turned his face to the other side as if he was afraid that someone would touch his lips.
"Because we've arrived at Shambhala," she said slowly.
The glimmer of light that had just lit up in Meme's eyes froze when he heard what she said. When he turned his neck slowly and stiffly, the hand on his shoulder suddenly loosened. The middle-aged woman seemed to have felt it as well. She rushed to the window and was so anxious that Meme was startled. Everyone in the skytrain stood up and looked out of the window.
As the helicopter stirred up a strong gust of wind, the gray fog dispersed and quickly revealed the pale, rugged land below. The front of the skytrain followed closely behind the helicopter, and with a loud boom, everyone was thrown off the ground by the heavy tremor. As they were sliding at a high speed, they managed to regain their balance, and their eyes lit up.
"We're here," someone exclaimed in excitement. "We're here!"
"Shambhala!"
"Quick! Let's get out!"
The people in the train were crying, laughing, and shouting. Before Silvan could say anything, a member of the Munitions Factory had already opened the door. The sunlight and fog from the outside world gushed into the door. The chilly air filled their noses like pieces of ice floating in the water.
"Go! Go!" Someone shouted in a trembling voice. It was a posthuman. He did not even wait for the member of the Munitions Factory to move away from the door before he pushed him out. The moment he rushed out, the people in the theater who had been docile and cooperative became anxious. They stepped on each other's feet and pushed each other's backs as they pushed each other out of the door.
Lin Sanjiu's heart was pounding in her chest. The sudden increase in blood flow made her skin itch. She had never been so excited even when she was on her first date with her first love. However, she, Silvan, and Yu Yuan were the only ones who did not move. It was not that they did not want to go out earlier, but someone held their hands tightly in the chaos.
"Please," Meme's eyes were filled with anxiety as he begged in a low voice, "Sir, sir, please think again. Are you alright? Why did you come here? "
He held Silvan's sleeve tightly with one hand and Lin Sanjiu with the other.
Perhaps he knew that once Lin Sanjiu left, it would be hard for him to hold his officer back, so he did not dare to let go of his hand. He squatted on the ground and pressed his feet against the ground. He begged again and again, "Sir, please wait for five minutes. Just five minutes!"
Yu Yuan was not held back, but since Lin Sanjiu could not leave, he could not leave either. He looked very impatient. He stomped his feet a few times and shouted, "What are you guys waiting for? Get rid of him! Shambhala is just outside, but we can't get out! "
While the few of them were talking, the people in the train had already left. They hurriedly disappeared into the thick fog outside. The fog outside was tumbling, and it looked like a pool of boiling, bubbling water. As soon as they walked in, they were immediately drowned by the fog. Only their cries and laughter could be heard.
"Wait for five more minutes, sir." Meme pulled Silvan with all his might. He looked like he could let go of Lin Sanjiu at any time and use all his strength to hold Silvan back. Lin Sanjiu felt half of her soul wanting to rush out anxiously, but the other half was screaming and refusing to move. She stood there in a daze, staring at the spot where Meme did not move.
"Listen," the boy sounded like he was about to cry, "there is no sound outside!"
The three of them tensed up. When they listened again, they realized that there was only dead silence in the fog.
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