Tan Wang thought for a moment and asked tentatively: "The military? The political world? The rich?"
Shi Yu did not comment.
【What the hell.】
[This is really fast. I suspect he has opened his eyes. He has guessed the four types of identity cards: poor, employee, passenger, noble? ]
[This is even though he didn't encounter any other players except himself, and he directly put out all the cards. This is so outrageous. ]
[Although, we only know the face of the identity card, and we can't directly match all 20 players with their identities. There is no need for the previous comments to be so exaggerated, right? ]
[With the setting of ranking above, low, medium and high levels, even playing two more games of Landlords wouldn't be a big deal. ]
There seemed to be a sound of something heavy falling in the distance.
Tan Wang pushed open the door of the staff room, walked to the passage door, and leaned on the glass to look inside.
The sound of something falling to the ground became clearer, and it seemed to roll a little due to inertia, but soon disappeared.
Tan Wang frowned in confusion: "What just fell down?"
Shi Yu listened quietly until the next sound of footfall was heard, and suddenly opened the window beside him.
The moving train rubbed the originally silent air into wind that blew into the window, and vegetation and loess stretched out in the distance.
The raging wind blew up his long hair, scraping against his skin like a sharp blade, and his loose shirt was rustling.
Shi Yu grabbed the window sill and looked outside the car, where his eyes fell on the last two carriages.
The door of the freight car was opened at some point.
Someone was in that carriage, pushing a cardboard box half a person's height out of the door and onto the track.
"Bang——"
The box fell to the ground and rolled over, the packaging was torn, and the contents fell out.
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Let’s go back thirty minutes.
The conductor sighed and said, "It may be difficult to stop our train now."
Duan Wenqing was puzzled: "It's hard to stop? What does that mean? Why is it so hard to stop?"
The conductor patted the driver on the shoulder and said, "You explain it."
The driver stepped back to the right and pointed at the console: "Look."
Duan Wenqing, a player who just came here from nowhere, naturally couldn't understand these professional things, but that didn't stop him from pretending to understand them. He scanned every knob and data screen, and then frowned in a pretentious manner: "What's going on?"
The driver said, "I don't know why. The speed of this train suddenly increased so much. It started to behave abnormally as soon as it passed that section of track. It has almost exceeded the original speed by twice in just a short time."
Duan Wenqing: "But what does this have to do with not being able to stop?"
The driver was surprised that he could ask such a question: "Do you think I haven't tried it? I have tried to slow down the speed since I found that its speed has become abnormal, but no matter how I adjust it, it will only speed up blindly. What can I do?"
Duan Wenqing thought to himself, no wonder, no wonder their mission this time was to "park the car", but he frowned: "What should we do now? Are we just going to go on like this?"
"Of course not." The driver said, "I just reported the situation to the conductor and requested that all unnecessary items in the last two freight cars be thrown away."
Duan Wenqing really didn't expect this development, and was stunned: "Why are you throwing things away?"
The driver didn't say anything when he caught a glimpse of the scene outside the window and quickly turned back to fiddle with the operating console.
Suddenly, there was a turn, and the overlapping direction of the rails was split into two. The turning arc was so large that the whole train swayed again. Everyone on the train staggered and almost fell down.
"Bang--"
Suddenly, there was a sound of something heavy hitting the door outside.
Duan Wenqing was the first to react. He strode over and opened the driver's door.
Ji Congyang had originally just come to see if he could find out more about the situation, but he happened to hear people talking about the matter when he arrived. Remembering his companion's advice not to reveal your identity easily, he decided to just stand outside the door and listen. However, he didn't expect the car to suddenly shake while it was driving well, and he lost his balance and fell directly on the car door.
He was also wearing a staff uniform with a rectangular nameplate on his chest. His sleeves had moved up a section because of the subconscious action he had just taken to maintain his balance. The bracelet on his wrist was clearly visible, and he looked at the conductor who came to open the door in surprise.
Ji Congyang looked down at the bracelet on the other person's hand and tried to wave and say hello: "Hello? What a coincidence?"
Duan Wenqing's face turned dark.
The conductor saw that Ji Congyang didn't react, so he called out to the two of them, "Okay, come in and close the door."
Ji Congyang said "Oh" and slipped into the cab.
The conductor asked, "Did you hear everything that was said just now?"
Ji Congyang nodded: "Captain, you haven't told me why you suddenly want to throw things away? Aren't those the passengers' luggage? Is it really okay to throw them away so casually?"
The conductor sighed, "You saw it just now, didn't you? If the train continues to run at its current speed, it won't be a big problem if it's running in a straight line, but once it turns, it will be a big problem."
Ji Congyang tried hard to receive the information: "...Why?"
"There are a total of nineteen turns between this train and the terminal?" asked Qiao Yan.
"And from what they said, it seems that the arc is getting bigger each time." Ji Congyang walked to the back carriage with the intercom, mumbling to him, "Who knows how this track is designed? The mountain road only has eighteen bends."
Qiao Yan had just pushed open the door of an employee room when he heard a loud noise coming from the rear carriage. Without turning back, he walked in and closed the door. He waited until everyone behind him left and went to the front before he opened the cabinet door and took out a business guide.
He turned directly to the page about the track: "The railway in this area is not well developed yet. There are many changes of track and turns to ensure that one track is used for multiple purposes. But this is normal. If there were no troubles on this road, we would not have come here. What else did they say?"
Ji Congyang had a wooden face, like an emotionless repeater: "The conductor said, 'If the train continues to run at its current speed, it will be fine when it is running in a straight line, but it will be a big problem once it turns. What we threw away is not the passengers' luggage, but the spare tools and materials that were originally placed in the freight car. I have just ordered people to go to the last two cars to deal with this matter, which should temporarily alleviate the problem.'"
Qiao Yan thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I understand."
Ji Congyang used up all his brain cells to remember the conversation, and had no energy left to think about any words. He didn't understand a word of what the driver and the car said. At this moment, he heard his companion's words, and his already confused mind became even more confused: "No, what do you know?"
Qiao Yan: "Don't worry about it."
"Why?"
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you."
"...Old Qiao, let's sever our ties."
Qiao Yan was too lazy to pay attention: "You continue to collect information. You don't have to wait somewhere to eavesdrop. Just walk around in the carriage."
Ji Congyang was puzzled: "What's the point of just walking around randomly?"
"Do you know why I asked you to go to the cab to get information?" Qiao Yan finally took out the railway map, "Because you can get lucky just by walking around randomly."
“…”
"Remember to cover your bracelet."
“…”
Ji Congyang was so angry that he turned off the intercom.
Five seconds later, he turned on the intercom again, fearing that he might miss some crucial information and cause trouble.
Ji Congyang stood in the aisle outside the cab, looking out the window for nearly twenty minutes at the scenery of burning coal and billowing smoke filling his vision. He didn't wait for a second chance to eavesdrop, so he put the intercom in his pocket and went out. Just after passing the first passenger car, he met the player who had opened the door for him before in the connecting aisle and waved: "Hi."
Duan Wenqing said expressionlessly: "Get lost."
"oh."
Ji Congyang didn't get angry with him. He walked through another carriage and came to the door of the passage connecting the second and third carriages. He opened it with a "whoosh". The next second, he was hit in the face by the strong wind rushing in through the window.
Shi Yu stood in front of the car window and turned around: "Ji Congyang?"
Ji Congyang was so blinded by the wind that he could hardly open his eyes. He tried hard to hold on to the handrail. He finally saw the person who spoke. He said "Oh my God!" and instantly all his melancholy and anger disappeared. He ran over excitedly: "Idol!"
In the pure white room at that time, the familiar faces that Shi Yu saw included Tan Wang and Gu Jinzhao, as well as two other companions who were Ji Congyang and him from the beginning to the end.
Now, less than two hours into the game, we’ve already run into both teams.
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Duan Wenqing watched Ji Congyang walk away, and covered the earphone hook beside his ear with his hand: "Sorry, I'm here."
A few seconds later, another person's voice rang in my ears. It sounded icy cold: "Everyone, report your location."
"Carriage 18, on the seat."
"Carriage 17, seat."
"On the seat in the tenth carriage."
"In the connecting passage between the first and second carriages." Duan Wenqing said and quickly added, "But I haven't seen the target of this mission yet."
A few seconds later, the voice that asked everyone to report their positions sounded again: "It looks like he should be in the connecting passage between the second and third carriages."
Someone asked why.
A passenger in the carriage turned his head to look out the window, and the outline of the metal microphone next to his ear was faintly imprinted on the window glass. He propped up his head with one hand to block it: "Because I was in the third carriage, and I saw him being escorted to the front carriage by a group of train attendants not long ago."
The "he" in the words refers to the mission objective assigned to them when they entered the game this time.
Duan Wenqing didn't see anyone in the first carriage, so the person could only be between the first and third carriages.
Hearing this, he took the initiative to ask: "Then I will go over now?"
He is now the closest to the target in their team.
"Need not."
"What?"
The passenger slowly stood up, retracted his gaze from the window, and said in a leisurely tone: "I want to go see him first."
No one dared to question it, and there was only silence during the call.
He took off the thing from his ear, glanced at the two words "Temple" engraved on the silver surface like a brand, turned the wheat over and pinned it on his collar, then lowered his head and asked the person next to him, "Excuse me, can you please give way?"
The person being asked subconsciously closed his legs and said, "You go ahead."
The man smiled slightly: "Thank you."
His voice was rather cold, but because he habitually kept it low and slow, it always reminded people of some soft and slippery cold-blooded animal, and then one's whole body would be filled with chills.
After the other party left, the person being asked rubbed his ears unconsciously and started to murmur in his heart.
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