“Why does the escorted confidential document mention Utopia?

“What’s so special about this place?

“…”

Thoughts flashed through Wendel's mind one after another, and there seemed to be a buzzing sound echoing in his ears.

At this moment, he felt like he had just relaxed after overusing his brain, as if he was about to get sick.

Wendel quickly forced himself to calm down, and thought carefully about his experiences since arriving in Utopia. He found that there was nothing wrong with the details of every event, as they were all things that might be encountered in daily life.

The only thing that made him uneasy was that his arrival was too coincidental:

It is common for steam trains to stop temporarily due to storms, but it is no coincidence that the station they stop at is related to the confidential documents in his hand.

Wendell stared at the confidential document on the table with a serious expression, hesitating whether to open it and read it carefully.

Perhaps it just mentioned "Utopia" in passing, and my behavior would seriously violate internal discipline. Perhaps this was a report from an intelligence officer who secretly investigated "Utopia", and the content inside would to some extent determine whether I would survive or die... After struggling for a while, Wendell glanced at the deep night outside the window and reached for the document.

Only when you are alive can you consider whether you will be punished!

Having made up his mind, Wendel quickly opened the outer paper bag and looked through the typed documents inside.

As he read, his hands began to tremble slightly and he felt a chill on his back that even the coal-burning stove could not save.

No matter how you interpret it, the confidential report in his hands shows that there is something wrong with Utopia and the entire town.

This might not be a town that exists in the real world!

Wendel felt a dry mouth, as if he could hear the footsteps of the Grim Reaper dragging his scythe slowly approaching him.

He instinctively wanted to stand up, but in the end he controlled himself and did not react blindly or violently.

This is because he felt that in the darkness outside the window, in the room upstairs, and in the corridor beside the door, there were pairs of eyes staring at him.

What should I do? So far, nothing unusual has happened... This means that if you don't know anything, it is possible to greet the dawn safely... I have read a lot of information showing that if you rashly show that you know that there is something strange about the surrounding environment, it will only lead to the outbreak of danger in advance... However, you can't do nothing and pin your fate on luck... Wendel recalled the various dangers he had experienced before and made a quick decision.

He was ready to return to the steam train immediately and to escape from utopia to some extent.

——At least most of the people there are normal, while the city is full of dangers.

Of course, Wendel couldn't just rush back like that. He had to act normal enough and make it look like he had left the hotel in the middle of the night and returned to the steam train station for some other reason.

As his thoughts raced, Wendel put away the confidential report, stood up calmly, put on his coat and top hat.

Then, carrying the suitcase in one hand and the umbrella in the other, he walked calmly to the door and turned the handle.

The corridor was dark at this time, with only a few gas wall lamps on each side emitting not-so-bright light, adding a bit of human breath to the environment that was so quiet that one could hear a sewing needle falling to the ground.

When Wendel stepped into the corridor, the wooden floor under his feet made a slight creaking sound, which was so obvious in the extremely cold and silent night that it could be heard from far away.

Frowning slightly, Wendel pretended to walk forward normally, approaching the stairs in the middle of the corridor.

He walked without any scruples, without any sense of hiding.

As the stairs got closer, a creaking sound suddenly occurred behind him.

"Sir, where are you going?" A slightly intermittent male voice immediately came into Wendel's ears.

Wendel's body froze. He turned back slowly and saw the wooden door of the "service room" open. A waiter came out and stood in the shadow of the door.

He quickly put on a smile and said calmly:

"I left some important items on the steam train. I'm afraid someone might take them away, so I have to return now."

At this point, he complained softly:

"There's been a murder in the hotel. I don't want to stay here any longer. I can't sleep at all."

"I'm sorry." The waiter bowed slightly and responded.

"I won't spread this news." Wendel nodded and promised, then turned around and walked towards the stairs without stopping.

Perhaps because of the dim light at night, he walked very carefully and cautiously, and every step seemed like he was walking on the edge of a cliff.

One step, two steps, three steps... Wendel, who had been alert to the waiter behind him, finally returned to the first floor.

At this moment, there was no one in the hotel lobby. All items were hidden in the darkness, with the faint light from outside illuminating their vague outlines, like monsters waiting to devour their prey.

Wendel looked forward, walked through the gloomy hall, and arrived at the door.

As he pushed the door open, he suddenly heard rustling sounds behind him, which sounded like mice moving around, or someone approaching this side with light footsteps.

Wendel felt a tingling sensation at the back of his head, but he resisted the urge to run away. He raised his head and glanced at the sky as if nothing had happened. The rain had stopped.

Then he took a breath of the cold, crisp air, figured out the direction, and headed towards the steam train station.

His pace gradually quickened. He looked like he was a little afraid of the night and couldn't wait to end this journey.

As he walked, Wendel saw a sign out of the corner of his eye:

"Utopian Telegraph Office"

Telegraph office... maybe I could try to sneak in and send an urgent telegram to Backlund headquarters and Eskelson military base respectively, so that I can expect rescue from the demigods... If I am really trapped here and cannot leave, this is the only way to save myself... Wendel thought about it and walked a few steps sideways without leaving a trace, and came to the door of the Utopia Telegraph Office.

He did not rush to find a place to sneak into, but instead concentrated his attention and listened attentively to the movements inside.

He then heard intermittent, heavier breathing sounds.

This made Wendel sometimes feel that there was no one inside, and sometimes think that there was more than one person.

Suddenly, the breathing stopped completely.

At this moment, all the hairs on Wendel's body stood up.

His intuition told him that behind the door of the telegraph office, there was a figure standing quietly!

Without hesitation, Wendell immediately gave up the idea of ​​sending a telegram, walked through the gate and continued on his way.

On the rest of the journey, even a gust of wind would make Wendel tremble with fear, fearing encountering unknown dangers.

In this way, time passed little by little in Wendel's torment. Finally, he returned to the outside of the steam train station and saw that the gate was closed and he could not enter.

This did not pose a problem for Wendel. He first handed the umbrella to the left hand carrying the luggage, then went around to the side, found a wall, pressed his palm, flew into the air, and easily flipped over.

After his feet landed steadily on the ground, Wendel breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the platform in front at a moderate pace.

Just then, a barely audible sound of footsteps was heard behind him.

"What are you doing here?" A deep and hoarse voice sounded.

Wendel's toes clenched suddenly and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He did not hesitate, and while always ready to take action, he turned back little by little with a slightly stiff body.

The first thing that caught his eye was a classical glass lantern, followed by the platform staff member.

Wendel exhaled and said with a bit of complaint:

“Such a night and such an environment are not suitable for this kind of appearance.

"As a gentleman, you should try your best to avoid frightening others."

"I'm not a gentleman," the platform attendant responded not too friendly.

Wendel casually pointed to a corner of the platform:

"I'm going to the bathroom."

He had already observed the environment and layout of the platform.

"Then why do you come here?" the staff member asked.

"Lost." Wendell replied simply.

Then, he ignored the other person and walked towards the platform bathroom step by step.

Behind him, the staff member watched silently without saying a word.

This put a lot of psychological pressure on Wendel, but he kept his pace very steady.

In the bathroom, under the light of the gas wall lamp, Wendel took nearly a minute to relieve the tension in his body and successfully urinated.

Back on the steam train, looking at the passengers lying down and sleeping in different places in the carriage, Wendel finally regained a little sense of security.

He stayed awake for the next few hours, concentrating on preventing any accidents.

Just as Wendel became numb to the passage of time, the sky gradually brightened, dispelling the darkness.

Within the next two hours, the travelers who went to Utopia returned one after another. Some bought a bottle of the famous local red wine, while others looked haggard, as if they were still hungover or had been beaten up.

Wendel was wary of them, but he could not find anything unusual in the details.

Woo!

Finally, the whistle sounded, and the steam train began to move heavily and slowly from static to static.

The sound of clanging echoed in the air as the train left Utopia Station.

After that, they experienced another dark sky, but fortunately, no storm came and the sun soon pierced through the clouds and illuminated the earth.

To Wendel, everything was so normal, and it had been like this since he arrived at Utopia last night until now. If it weren't for the confidential report hidden in his arms, he would definitely not think that there would be any problems with Utopia.

When the steam train arrived at the next station, which was also a familiar station, Wendel finally relaxed. His head was throbbing with pain and he felt as if he had exhausted too much energy.

At this point, he quickly reviewed his experiences in Utopia.

Looking back, Wendel suddenly sat up straight:.

When he used the excuse of going to the bathroom last night, he was carrying a suitcase and an umbrella in his hands, and he didn't look like a temporary passenger on a steam train at all.

But the platform staff did not notice this, or rather, he had noticed it but did not expose it for unknown reasons!