Chapter 009 Tunnel
Clang, clang...the train is running smoothly.
"I'm full. No need to go up."
Chen Xiao'er leaned back on the cushion contentedly.
The conductor cleared the plate deftly, placed the light pink peach juice and egg pudding in the center of the table, and inserted a small parasol made of toothpicks with his fingertips.
From steak, fish fillet, fresh fruit platter, chocolate, caviar to fried crispy fish, squid tentacles, crispy chicken... Xiao Ai glanced at the last dessert and closed her eyes sadly.
"Lin Lang, the pudding is delicious, why don't you try it?"
The calories and volume of hot chocolate, coconut milk, cantaloupe ice cream and milk tea are all off the charts. If you eat any more... the cake I ate in the morning will overflow from my stomach.
"No, I'm full." Lin Lang supported his head with one hand and was flipping through the magazine on his lap.
Chen Xiao'er took a peek at the cover and saw it was "Modern Girl." Dressed so sportively, it turns out she's quite fashion-conscious.
She pushed the peach juice aside and stood up with the help of the table. "Would you like some juice? I'm going to the bathroom first."
"I'll go with you." Lin Lang put down the "Municipal Equipment Sales" in his hand and walked into the aisle.
"Okay~"
They walked on the soft carpet to the connection between the first and second class carriages.
The toilet door is very delicate, and it looks to be only a little less than 1.9 meters. Tall people have to lower their heads when entering.
The door panels are decorated in a coordinated style with the carriage, and the gold and silver metal plates are inlaid with many small decorative symbols and spiral patterns.
When Chen Xiao'er held the door handle, she couldn't help but rub it: the slightly cool metal handle had a comfortable frosted feel, reminding people of sun-dried wheat ears.
"I'll wait for you outside. Just call me if you need anything." Lin Lang was leaning against the door outside, looking at the corridor warily.
"Okay~"
Chen Xiao'er walked into the bathroom and closed the door gently.
Perhaps carriage number seven is special, the decoration and cleanliness of the toilet inside are far beyond my expectations.
The tiles and washbasin are spotless, and the prismatic ceramic toilet is so shiny that it can be used as a mirror.
The function buttons above are made into small stars and arranged into a constellation beside the water tank, shaped like an inverted Big Dipper, except that there are eight of them in total.
The most exaggerated thing is the water tank above the toilet, which is made to look old with a rust coating, creating the color of old parchment.
Rather than being a water tank for the toilet, it is more like a sealing box used to imprison Warcraft in the game.
So exquisite...I really want to lift the lid and take a look inside.
She hesitated and retracted her finger: Forget it, it would be terrible if I accidentally knocked off a part.
Chen Xiao'er carefully sat down on the toilet and couldn't help but rub the warm, furry toilet seat. The texture was softer than wool and reminded her of a squishy bunny.
"Huh..." She relaxed her shoulders and noticed the small window next to her.
The windows of the toilet, like those inside the carriage, were covered with heavy curtains, blocking out the sunlight and scenery outside.
Even if the windows can't be opened, there's no need to block them with such thick curtains. Does this create glare while the train is moving?
Before she realized anything, Chen Xiao'er had already placed her hand on the curtain and pinched the edge.
Driven by curiosity, she grabbed a corner of the curtain and slowly pulled it upwards, always on guard against the possible strong light.
Boom, boom, boom, my heartbeat gradually quickens... No, there is no special light.
After opening the curtains a little, it was still dusty outside. She immediately raised her arm and pulled the curtains open.
Brush——
Huh…I see.
Chen Xiao'er looked at the dark scene outside the window and smiled knowingly.
It's a tunnel.
…
[Depth Alice-2, visibility: 3↓]
The young man in protective clothing wrote down the information with a ballpoint pen, then put the notebook into his briefcase and locked it.
He and his teammates stood in the middle of a pile of rocks, and the mining lamp above their heads could only illuminate an area of 3 meters.
There is darkness 3 meters away, and the purple light column will shrink into a small dot during the transmission process, and then disappear completely.
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
The Pasteurizer beeped regularly next to my ear, maintaining a temperature of around 600 degrees.
"Brother Zikai, is Professor Miroku okay? We just buried 3000p of Exploding Stardust. If we detonate them simultaneously, the entire area will be transformed into a temporary void."
A man wearing a thicker metal protective suit walked behind the young man, and the beams of the mining lamps above their heads converged together.
Zheng Zikai turned his head, glanced at this ordinary colleague, and waved his left hand indifferently.
"That's fine, the professor wouldn't have made a mistake. That's how much is needed to blast out the ore vein. Deep Gold isn't easy to mine manually, so it's best to get it all in one go."
"That's good, that's good." The middle-aged man smiled and was unwilling to leave the blurry beam of light nearby.
Zheng Zikai also knew what the other party was thinking. As an outsider, he might think that all employees in the academy had special defensive artifacts - this was true. If there was really a problem with the calculation, the area around Professor Milo would definitely be the safest.
They stood there and continued to wait, but there was no movement.
The man's complexion became increasingly worse, but fortunately, he had a brown mask covering his face, so nothing could be seen.
Zheng Zikai looked closely at the dial on the arm guard of his protective suit, and withdrew his hand after the pointer passed the star in the upper left corner representing 57 points.
He strode forward, and a blue corrective light band automatically appeared from the bottom of his boots.
"I'll go find the professor and the others. You wait here."
"Yes..." The man didn't dare to follow and could only watch his back disappear into the darkness.
Zheng Zikai walked through the pure black fog, and his Paster value had risen to around 800.
The surrounding "temperature" is considered below 0 degrees Celsius in the mystical sense. Fortunately, I was wearing a full set of protective clothing, otherwise my spirit body would have started to freeze.
Beep, beep, beep... The dense beeping sound gradually slowed down, and the value dropped from 800 to around 600.
Zheng Zikai breathed a sigh of relief inside his helmet. While adjusting the flashing frequency of the mining lamp above his head, he opened his throat and shouted, "Professor—it's me, Zheng Zikai—Excuse me, is everything going well over there—"
After Alice's depth reaches 2, only strange communication devices can still be effective.
Fortunately, human voices can still be transmitted normally, even farther than light sources, but they can easily be distorted.
A white light and a purple light lit up directly in front.
The purple light shone directly, covering Zheng Zikai, and the white light flashed at a certain frequency, responding to his previous question.
Delay of 182 seconds.
Counting from now, there will be another 182 seconds of delay? What is the significance of this number?
Zheng Zikai was just an assistant and did not naively ask this question.
He stood there quietly, waiting for the explosion to officially begin at 4:13:02.
Someone stayed at the "elevator" because he would rather stand closer to the vein and use his inspiration to observe a grand fireworks display.
Pasteur radiation is a double-edged sword. Even a small exposure is fatal to ordinary people, but it can promote the evolution of super powers.
The church will help me out, so as long as I don’t die, that’s fine!
The third observation point is less than 50 meters away from Zheng Zikai.
The rejection team was fully armed and guarding the mineral vein monitor. The surveyors were doing their own jobs. Their white robes and goggles looked much lighter than the equipment of the team members.
Professor Milo was closest to the monitor. She was still dressed casually as she was during the interview, except that she was wearing an extra coat.
The probe of the monitor went deep into the ore vein with the help of the [Abyss Elevator], and the screen in the hands of the surveyor showed the abnormal changes in the Paster value within 500 meters underground.
A cloud of abnormal data is approaching rapidly.
Professor Milo lowered his head and whispered a few words with one of the researchers. Then he calmly raised his head and instructed, "The target has an active attack tendency. It is considered a treasure guardian beast. Delayed detonation is fine. No need to reset the timer."
Beep.
Beep beep.
The metal gears on the detonation signal device clicked crisply, and the surrounding Paster values immediately floated back to 820.
The vibrations acting on the spiritual level were as real as reality. The team members silently grasped their weapons and felt the illusion of rumbling under their feet.
170…169…168
Buzz——
Severe tinnitus echoes in the ear canal.
Something invisible and unknowable lingers beneath the earth.
120…119…118
Very close, very close.
An indescribable sense of fear gripped their hearts. Some people remembered their fear of being under the bed and in the dark, while others had phantom pain as if their toes were hitting nails.
But no one moved at this moment, even slightly shifting their boots or licking their lips.
Because "it" is watching us, and it is...hungry.
31…30…29
It's coming.
It rises to the surface and "curiously" touches the soles of human feet with its non-existent limbs, bringing an intense tingling sensation - that is the feeling of the soul being scratched.
"ah--"
1——
The intense sound waves stung the eardrums, and the bright red letters on the measuring instrument vibrated and beeped.
Half of the rejection team fell down instantly, and the other half raised their heavy shields and half-knelt on the ground, forming a rough semicircle.
Buzz——
The second round of sound waves exploded, and the grand sky full of stars fell to the ground in the spiritual vision.
Blood flowed down his nasal cavity and overflowed from his mouth.
Milo was the only one present who could still stand. She held the measuring instrument and glanced at the dial with a pale face.
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
【1001】
The Pasteur value has exceeded one thousand.
The unknown enemy was not killed by the explosion, but was rising rapidly!
Several thoughts suddenly burst out in his mind: The Abyssal Gold Mine is just a cover, the treasure they want to dig is too precious -
run.
No, according to management regulations, environments with a Paster value above 1000 are prone to severe pollution and may even be anchored by unknown anomalies.
There is only one way to deal with it.
Activate the third round of blasting, and contact the church after successfully killing or repelling the enemy.
If the third round continues to fail, then the [High-Risk Spreader] should not return alive.
Even if we return alive, everyone except me will be deprived of their citizenship.
Besides me? Why would I think so... Even the bishop...
Milo wiped the corner of his mouth and felt no blood.
She noticed something was wrong with herself.
A level 4 psychic is indeed very strong, but it should not be so easy for him to be in an environment with a paster value of more than 1000 without wearing more than x3 protection.
The companions around her were enduring the pain, waiting for her to give the order to detonate the third time.
A close-range explosion would kill at least half of the people. Before her death, only the [Bishop] was qualified to authorize it.
I……
Miroku moved his lips, the world swaying in his mind.
Faced with these familiar or unfamiliar faces, she felt a strong sense of strangeness.
Something deep, ancient, and complex that is difficult to describe is surging in his body, causing the command that should have been issued in the next second to be infinitely delayed.
Beep——
The measuring instrument screamed, and an invisible object rose above everyone's heads.
Even if they cannot sense it, the people wrapped in it can understand that "it" is about to eat.
When it pushes back to the "surface", everyone will die.
[What are you still hesitating about, Milo?] A mature, seductive, and magnetic voice sounded in his mind. This voice was extremely similar to his own voice, but it was filled with a subtle malice.
Milo bit her tongue hard, and just before she activated the device, a ray of light pierced the endless darkness.
A train came through the air, the front half of its carriage made up of wriggling flesh and blood, with tentacles shaped like hands and feet, one hugging another, forming wheels and bearings, rolling forward.
Only the middle carriage is elegant and simple, reminiscent of court paintings from thousands of years ago.
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