【It’s numb.】
[How many times has this happened? It’s the beginning of another catastrophe? 】
[Hmm... Compared to waiting to be beheaded in prison covered in blood, or searching for an exit in a closed space in the snow with only one piece of clothing on, I actually think I can accept it this time? ]
[The above is really a case of confusion. You can still struggle with the dilemma caused by the background and worldview because it all has its reasons. You can completely escape as long as you find the right method. But now it is the players who have ill intentions towards Master Meiren. ]
[He is a player from the Temple. This is the first time in the past six months that the Temple has actively invited him. Isn't it? In the past, who wouldn't have approached him as soon as they heard about it? ]
[So why did he refuse without any eyesight? Jiang Ze took the initiative to invite him, so who should he blame for not giving him face? ]
【？ 】
[Excuse me, are you a fan of Jiang Ze? ]
[Why is there a banner saying that Jiang Ze’s fans can’t come? I didn’t buy a ticket or something? ]
[No, I'm just curious, what's the point of your coming?]
[Jiang Ze's sneak attack has not succeeded, but you are still angry and continue to watch him live well, so you can torture yourself? ]
[Or are you born with a mean bone in your body and love to pay money to be scolded? ? ]
[… Stop arguing and leave some clean space for the barrage. ]
The smoke in the carriage dissipated.
Jiang Ze stood in the aisle for a few seconds, took off the headset pinned to his lapel and gave instructions, then turned and walked towards the back carriage.
There were only two carriages in front, and Duan Wenqing was guarding them. If they fled to the front, they would not be able to escape Duan Wenqing's sight, and if the other party discovered their whereabouts, he would definitely report to him.
In this case, if they want to escape, they will most likely choose the back carriage.
"Carriage 17 received"
"Carriage 12 received."
"In the connecting passage between the first and second carriages, read."
Jiang Ze quickly walked through the third carriage. There was silence for a few seconds. He held the headset and asked, "The tenth carriage?"
No one answered.
Jiang Ze stopped and called out his name instead.
Still no one answered.
Everyone else noticed something was wrong, and after a while someone asked in a low voice, "Captain Jiang?"
Jiang Ze said: "I'll go to the tenth carriage to take a look now."
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Shi Yu opened the window on the aisle connecting the twelfth and thirteenth carriages.
There was a light rain outside the window, the sky was gray, and the air was filled with mist a little further away. The field of vision suddenly became extremely limited.
The train passed another track that turned right.
Shi Yu held onto the window sill and looked toward the rear of the carriage.
The car body was jolted violently due to the turn, and everyone unconsciously leaned to the left. The rain and fog took the opportunity to float in through the window, falling on the edge of the window, on his eyelashes, and on his hair which was blown all over the place by the strong wind.
A box that looked much smaller than before was thrown off the freight car and broke into pieces when it hit the ground.
After the box was thrown down, it seemed that the driver had finally completed his request to the conductor to "throw away unnecessary goods". Not long after, the door of the carriage was closed.
This was the scene that Qiao Yan saw when he found them.
"Are you all watching the rain?"
Ji Congyang was the first to notice him coming and pointed towards the window: "My idol said it's open."
Shi Yu closed the car window, and the hair on his forehead was slightly wet by the rain.
Qiao Yan walked forward and pulled out a small folded square from his pocket. He unfolded it and found a piece of white paper that was torn from somewhere. “I found it among the employees.”
The identity card he was assigned in this game was not that of a conductor, but that of a passenger, and he was able to enter the staff room because he used the key that belonged to Ji Congyang.
Shi Yu took it and took a look. It was a map of crisscrossing tracks.
Qiao Yan fished out a new pack of napkins from his pocket, tore open the plastic bag and handed it over: "Did he tell you all the information he heard in the cab?"
Shi Yu said "thank you" to him, took out a piece of paper and wiped his hair slowly: "Yeah."
"I guess so."
In reality, Ji Congyang's admiration for Shi Yu can at least be classified as a crazy fan.
Qiao Yan picked up something that Ji Congyang hadn't said, "I went to the last two carriages and saw them throwing things. They looked quite heavy."
Ji Congyang heard about this in the cab. It was the driver who asked the conductor for help and the conductor agreed. He directly sent the conductor to the freight car, but he couldn't understand the driver's request: "Why throw away the luggage?"
"It's not about throwing away the luggage." Shi Yu explained, "It's about reducing the weight."
There was no need to ask, it was clear on Ji Congyang's face that he didn't understand.
Qiao Yan was not a patient person, so he never spent time explaining things to him in the game. Instead, he would rather spend that time finding out two more clues to increase his chances of survival.
Shi Yu glanced at him and crumpled up the wet tissue: "Whether this train can stop when it arrives at the station is not the point now. The point is that it has 19 turns on this railway. Imagine what is the first step when you want to turn a corner on your bike?"
Ji Congyang blurted out: "Slow down."
"But the speed of this train can't be reduced. Not only can it not be reduced, it is also speeding up, getting faster and faster. If it keeps on the straight track, it's fine, but when it changes tracks, the track will definitely deviate from the original direction." Shi Yu said softly, "When its speed puts more pressure on the track than the bite force when turning, the train will derail."
The raindrops floated onto the car window and were quickly blown away by the wind.
"The centrifugal force when a train turns involves speed, mass and the radius of the arc when turning. They can't change the track, and they obviously can't control the speed now. The only thing they can control is the total mass of the train."
Ji Congyang looked stunned: "So the driver and the conductor suddenly wanted to throw away the luggage..."
Shi Yu looked at him: "Because they want to stop this incident from happening."
It's that simple.
In fact, apart from the reminder of sending conductors to reduce the weight, anyone who has taken this kind of rail transportation will have relevant knowledge. No matter whether the vehicle itself is moving fast or slow, in a straight line, turning, climbing a mountain or going downhill, the people sitting in the car actually don't feel much about it.
However, from the time we got on the train until now, the vibrations and bumps of the train have been so noticeable that they can directly affect the people in the seats. After so many times, it is only a matter of time before the passengers realize the abnormality.
Tan Wang suddenly said, "But I remember there was no such thing as an overloaded train."
Ji Congyang had originally completely agreed with his idol's conclusion and had not thought about it in detail. Only after hearing this did his mind come to its senses: "Yes, don't ordinary trains still have standing tickets for sale?"
Shi Yu was silent for a long while after hearing such a mysterious question.
Qiao Yan said with a paralyzed face: "Have you never heard a word?"
Ji Congyang: "Hmm?"
Qiao Yan: "It's just hooliganism to talk about toxicity without considering the dosage."
“…”
Shi Yu glanced at him and said, "The reason why trains sell standing tickets is that their braking systems are strong enough. Generally speaking, a load exceeding the standard by one or two tons is still within its load range. But the weight of the things thrown away now is obviously more than one or two tons."
Qiao Yan: "Now the staff has stopped throwing things under the car. As for why the speed of the car suddenly increased, there is still no information. It seems that we have to investigate from this direction."
They already knew the information conveyed by the sudden acceleration of the train, but their task was to "stop the train", so they had to first figure out why the train could not stop.
Is it because of a wrongful conviction? Because someone is still obsessed with it? Or is it because of the influence of supernatural forces?
There has to be a reason.
Ji Congyang was a born optimist. Seeing that the road ahead seemed to become clear all of a sudden, he instantly forgot his recent depression and was about to run out for a walk to see if he could hit the jackpot again, but when he turned around, he was grabbed by someone.
Qiao Yan dragged him back and said, "Aren't you afraid of running into those people from the temple and getting into trouble?"
Ji Congyang exclaimed, "Ah!" "They don't care about me, what can happen to me?"
Qiao Yan didn't want to pay attention to him, so he turned around and asked, "Are you going out?"
Shi Yu put down the route map: "No need to go out for now."
"Why?"
"Because after a while, the radio will announce the fact that the train is not moving at an abnormal speed."
Qiao Yan reacted: "But they have stopped throwing things down there, why didn't they keep it a secret?"
Since they have stopped reducing the load, that means the acceleration issue should also come to an end. If they can just keep it secret and pretend nothing happened, why do they have to do it publicly to cause panic among the passengers?
"Because we can't hide it." Shi Yu tilted his head slightly, looking through the blurry window glass at the dense rain and fog outside, as well as the rows of tree shadows and terraces that were neatly retreating in the rain and fog. "They haven't thrown it down yet, but that doesn't mean the speed of the train is also slowing down."
Qiao Yan: "Is the speed still increasing? If the outer rail pressure is really beyond the range, can't we just keep throwing it?"
"But it's getting faster and faster now," Shi Yu said. "Let's not consider the power of the train's tractor. At this rate of acceleration, it's far from enough to just drop a few dozen tons of cargo."
Qiao Yan was stunned when he heard this.
"If the train conductor really goes so far as to publicly announce on the radio that there is a problem with the train speed, then it means that the discarded weight cannot reduce the train mass to the track pressure red line they calculated, so it can only explain everything."
Shi Yu said softly, "Once the passengers know the crisis, they will be allowed to throw away other passengers' luggage. Later, when the passengers' luggage is not enough, they can throw away everything else, such as water, food, clothing, and all the utensils on the train that can be removed. Later, after all the non-living things that can be removed are thrown away, only living things will be able to move."
Ji Congyang hadn't realized what he meant yet: "But pets shouldn't be allowed on the train, right?"
"It's not a pet." Qiao Yan understood what he meant, "The life in this car is a human being."
The air was stagnant for a while.
"To have people jump off the vehicle to reduce its weight is the same as forcing them to die." Qiao Yan looked at him, "But who would be willing to be the scapegoat? I don't quite understand where this is going."
“They don’t need to volunteer.”
"What?"
"Remember that in this game, players are randomly divided into four different identities?" Shi Yu said calmly, "If the system gives them, it is unlikely that they are just titles for players. I have thought about why, dignitaries, passengers, conductors, and ticket dodgers. Now let's put it another way, nobles, wealthy businessmen, servants, and beggars. Does it sound like the account levels in real-life business games?"
Qiao Yan frowned.
Shi Yu said: "Suppose that the people on this train, or in the world view of this game, have such a classification standard similar to the account level. The upper class values life, and the lower class should obey. As long as there is an upper class calling on everyone to give up the lower class, then I am afraid that not many people will vote against it. On the contrary, it will be supported by everyone. After all, everyone knows that the law does not punish the masses. As you said, no one wants to die, so someone has to fill the gap between them and life."
Qiao Yan hesitated for a moment: "But the passengers on the bus are all strangers to each other. If someone first proposed this method, wouldn't the others be able to tell that this is inciting crime? Wouldn't their first reaction be to stay away from the person who proposed the method?"
"Passengers may take this into consideration, but players won't. All twenty people in this game have met each other in the Pure White Space and know each other's appearance. In addition, the game in Shangjiutian distributes rewards in a pool mode, and everyone is in competition." Shi Yu looked at him quietly, his eyes were calm and his pupils were as black as ink. "If there is such an opportunity to satisfy selfish desires by using justice as an excuse, why not take it?"
Qiao Yan was speechless.
"Of course this is just the simplest development."
Qiao Yan: "...the simplest?"
Shi Yu hummed, "In a slightly more complicated development, they really rely on discarding the load to keep the speed and mass of the train just below the danger line of derailment, but the things they discard include water, food and other necessities for human survival. But this train needs to travel from the starting point to the end point at a normal speed for four and a half days, so in the later stages of the journey, there will be situations where passengers will argue over resources. At this time, your ID card may correspond to the resources you can get. People who get more food can survive, while those who don’t get enough may die."
"In a more complicated situation, if the train conductor or staff discovers that the vehicle's speed is abnormal, they cannot really hide it and solve the problem by themselves. Instead, they will choose to contact the headquarters or call the police for help. Because the vehicle itself and the track cannot be changed, the most likely thing after discussion with the superiors is to find a way to transfer the passengers, such as sending a helicopter or other means of transportation to lower the rope ladder to take the passengers out one by one. At this time, the passengers of different identities will be divided into the order of departure, and their identity may be the criterion for who will be rescued first and who will be rescued later. Those who leave first can survive, and those who leave too late will be left to die."
"A more complicated development..." Shi Yu raised his eyes and glanced at them, "You probably don't want to hear it."
The air fell into silence.
"Don't be so pessimistic." Perhaps because his expression looked too desolate, Shi Yu lowered his eyelashes and said in a calm voice, "They are all fake. I am just guessing."
“…”
Qiao Yan: "But the four classes of identities that players are divided into in this game are very obvious. Since the system gave them to us, it is definitely not just a title for us."
Shi Yu: "How do you know what the four identity cards are? The others didn't tell you clearly what their identities were, so how can you be sure that they are those four?"
Qiao Yan: "But the speed of this train is increasing. If it continues like this, the weight of the train will not be able to stay below the red line."
Shi Yu: "The power of the traction device has an upper limit and it is impossible to accelerate all the time. As for parking, since it is issued as the main task of the player by the God's Domain system, it means that it is possible to do it."
Qiao Yan: "But the game copies of God's Domain usually involve supernatural events."
Shi Yu: "There is no information to indicate that anything memorable happened on this train. It could have been a human error."
Qiao Yan: "Why do you always like to break your own inferences?"
Shi Yu said nothing.
"Every time you think of something and say it out loud, the next sentence is that those are all your guesses. There is no evidence, so let's just listen and don't take it seriously." Qiao Yan stared at him, as if he wanted to see through his handsome appearance. "But it is obvious that every time based on the current information we know, the answers you come up with are the most causally complete and logical. Don't most people who can solve mysteries that others can't solve like to share with others and gain others' admiration? Why do you hate others believing in you so much?"
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