The girl said seriously, "Silly Qi, let me tell you—if you're ever in a totally normal place, especially on some kind of transportation, and suddenly a handsome guy or a pretty girl freaks out and shouts 'We're going to crash!' or 'We're all gonna die!'—listen to them. Leave immediately."
The boy was stunned. "Why?"
The girl kept a straight face: "Because that person can definitely see a 'premonition of death.' Oh, and even if you escape and dodge disaster, don't relax—stay alert for anything weird around you, because Death always comes back for a second round."
The boy was still confused. "Huh? What are you even talking about?"
Jill Young cheered up: "I watched a whole movie series yesterday—it was awesome! I stayed up past one in the morning to finish the whole thing. It was so real, I barely slept all night. So now I'm passing on my survival tips to you, Jack Young, just in case you end up dying for no good reason someday."
The boy's mouth twitched and he sighed helplessly. "Alright then, please, teacher, tell me how to survive this kind of thing."
Jill Young went back to being serious: "First, you have to trust the person spouting nonsense. Second, try to save as many people as you can—it'll help spread out the bad luck. Third—ugh, there's so much! I'll make you a guide next time, make sure you read it carefully! But honestly, no matter how you struggle, Death always comes back, so you're doomed, Jack Young."
The boy chopped down with a karate hand: "You're the one who's doomed! You actually believe movie stuff? You're so naturally clueless you've gone past clueless and into pure silly! Your 'silly index' is off the charts—you're a 'Super Silly Daisy!' Hmm, actually, 'Super Silly Daisy' sounds pretty cool. I'll tell Dumb Cute and we'll all call you 'Super Silly Daisy Xi.'"
The girl flailed wildly: "You're the Super Silly Daisy! That name is terrible!"
The boy switched topics instantly: "What's the name of that movie series, anyway?"
The girl instantly turned serious again: "Final Destination."
Final Destination—inside this derailed subway car, Death really did show up. The speeding carriage shook violently, tossing and rolling as the passengers inside became helpless dolls tumbling in a washing machine, at the mercy of fate. But unlike dolls, who go from dirty to clean, people go from whole to pieces, from alive to dead.
In that instant, Jack Young's martial arts reached their peak.
Snowfall Perception—activate! Rain Whisper Technique—activate! Suddenly, the world slowed down. With sound information feeding into his ears, Jack Young grasped every detail of what was happening around him. In the lurching, forward-tipping carriage, Jack Young braced a foot against a vertical steel pole, anchoring himself firmly. Eyes everywhere, ears everywhere—in the chaos at the very heart of disaster, a phrase echoed in Jack Young's mind: Try to save as many people as you can. It'll help spread out the bad luck.
Creak—steel shattered and twisted. A dozen passengers were thrown to the front of the car by inertia, then crushed into pulp by the warped metal. Out of reach, Jill Young could only start with those nearby. She grabbed a screaming person flying past, flung them toward the side rail: "Hold on tight!"
And so, the rescue operation officially began.
Inside the tumbling carriage, Jill Young darted between rails, walls, ceiling, and floor, always making sure her footing was secure. Thanks to Jill Young's progress in the Titan Spirit Method, she now possessed the third level of its power. Third-level Titan Spirit Method, third-level Insight Technique—Jill Young was perfectly balanced and coordinated, every move smooth and precise, all under control.
Crack! The cars at both ends split and deformed, transforming from a convenient mode of transport into a deadly collection of murder tools. Jill Young kicked away a shard of metal flying at a Black passenger, then backhanded an iron rod aimed at a White passenger. Like a thousand-armed Buddha, Jill Young kept crisis after crisis at bay.
Jill Young glanced over and saw the man who'd tried to pull the emergency brake pinned against the window by sheer inertia. The glass cracked rapidly under pressure; outside, the tunnel wall and train body scraped together. Crash! The glass shattered. At the last second, Jill Young flashed over and grabbed the man's collar, yanking him back to safety.
Buzz—a steel wheel came spinning out of nowhere, headed straight for a woman's head. Jill Young stepped forward, wrapped her left arm around her waist, and caught the wheel with her right hand. Like a dance, she spun them both around and brought the woman and the wheel to a safe stop.
The tumbling subway car finally came to a stop. The sudden crash left all the survivors in a daze. The three who 'lost it' first clung to each other, sobbing uncontrollably—with relief, but also lingering terror.
Just when everyone thought it was over, thud-thud, a rhythmic sound echoed from deep in the tunnel ahead. A beam of light drew closer and closer—it was another subway train, barreling toward the wreckage at deadly speed. Behind them, the tunnel was blocked; in front, the train's horn wailed. The crowd was like garlic in a mortar, waiting for the hammer to crush them to bits.
But even then, Jack Young kept his cool and stayed in action. "Everyone, get up against the wall!" There was just enough space between the subway car and the tunnel wall for a person to fit. Jack Young swung his arms, tossing the ones whose legs had turned to jelly up against the wall—not too hard, not too soft, just enough to stick them there.
Woo—! The speeding subway skimmed past the survivors, smashing the wreckage ahead to smithereens and wiping out any possible survivors inside. Not everyone on Jack Young's side made it, either. One big-bellied man couldn't pull in his gut fast enough, and like kneaded clay, was gone in an instant, leaving only a short, sharp scream.
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Luckily, he was at the back of the group—otherwise, there would've been even more casualties.
Whoosh—the subway sped away, leaving everything finally quiet. The survivors, still shaken, didn't know whether to laugh or cry, just stared at each other in a daze. Jack Young brushed the dust off his clothes and headed into the depths of the tunnel. He had to get out fast—he didn't have citizenship in any country here, and he definitely didn't want to spend too much time with the cops.
Before leaving, Jack Young glanced at the round-faced girl—the one who'd first shouted about the derailment. If Death really did come for people, she might be the key to survival.
An hour later, in the local police station's interview room.
"Alright, we basically get the picture." A fat cop slapped the interview notebook: "Miss Wendy, Miss Julie, Mr. Kevin, you three go see a psychiatrist. Young folks might think 'Death' sounds cool, but you three went way overboard. The rest of you, go home, take a hot shower, get some sleep, and forget all about today. Tomorrow's a new day. And we'll be busy chasing that 'mysterious Oriental fugitive'—so don't worry about it."
"Fugitive?" A young woman with big glasses stood up, slapping the table: "Were you even listening to me? He saved us! There's no way he's some 'mastermind behind the attack' terrorist!"
The fat cop shot back: "Then why did he run away? Even if he's not a terrorist, he's at least an illegal immigrant. We'll catch him and ship him back to his country. That's it, everyone out—I don't want to buy you another cup of coffee."
The round-faced girl suddenly stood up and started handing out slips of paper. "I know this sounds crazy and unbelievable, but please, don't dismiss it right away! Go look up Flight 180 or something similar, you'll see I'm not lying. This is about everyone's lives, so please take it seriously. I've written my number on the paper—if you need anything, contact me right away."
"Contact you if we need anything? What kind of 'anything'—like, a booty call?" The Black guy with the afro stormed out: "What you said is total crap. If I believed it, I'd be nuts."
The others got up to leave too. The 'weird trio'—the boy and the thin-faced girl patted the round-faced girl's shoulder, then the three of them walked out together. Just outside the police station, across the street, they saw an Asian guy munching on a bagel. It was Jack Young.
"Can you guys tell me what happened with the derailment today?"