Before I knew it, it was evening.
Dean rubbed the bridge of his nose and put down the information in his hand. Except for the part about multiple hells and witch hunting that was a little interesting, the rest of the information overlapped with what he knew before and was of little use.
Now one can only hope that Ms. Carmody of Maine has some surprises.
He looked out the window again. The train was leaving Columbus and entering the high-latitude northeast.
In mid-January, this area was affected by various cold currents and cold air. The land was completely white, the sky was so gloomy that there was no trace of sunlight, and the clouds were so low that they seemed to be within reach.
"It's going to snow."
Dean suddenly moved his ears, and there was a sound coming from the end of the carriage behind him. The male ticket inspector he saw in the morning was chatting with a dignified blond female flight attendant.
"Edna, didn't you run for a while yesterday? Are you continuing to work overtime today without taking a day off?"
"I can't help it. Fannie will go to middle school soon. I don't want her to go to a school that teaches them to drink, smoke, and have sex at a young age." The woman sighed helplessly, "I want to send her to a better school."
"That will cost a lot of money."
"Well, let's try to save money and give Fanny a future..." Edna said, "We can't let her grow up like me, selling chicken sandwiches in the car all her life, and being made trouble by all kinds of weird customers, otherwise she will Hate me."
"Your chicken sandwich is great," the man clasped his hands and blurted out, "You are also great. You raised a daughter by yourself, you are good at dealing with passengers, and you are loved by all your colleagues..."
There was a hint of strangeness in Edna's beautiful eyes, and she covered her mouth with a smile, "Sean, I didn't realize that you would say such beautiful things. I will definitely vote for you next time I choose a supervisor."
"Ahem...I only say this to a few people," Sean took a deep breath and stammered, "How about we have a drink together after the shift tonight?"
Edna's smile suddenly stiffened, and she quickly tucked the strands of hair on her cheek behind her ears.
"Um...Sorry, I haven't been feeling well lately. The doctor told me not to drink."
"Okay, I, I understand..." Sean's face suddenly turned red like fire, and he lowered his head in embarrassment, trying to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. "This is just a spur-of-the-moment idea, please don't take it to heart."
"Well, I'm going to take a look around the carriage. There are guests who need help." The woman stood up and left quickly.
Sean watched the graceful figure go away and laughed at himself with a wry smile, "A loser who is a complete failure and has no charm."
…
Dean looked at the poor ticket collector and shook his head. He continued to practice gravity control while quietly taking out various weapons, hiding them in his sleeves, and watering and maintaining them with telekinesis and life energy.
At the same time, small space nodes are opened intermittently to practice skills.
Soon the full moon, as full as a jade plate, rose into the sky, and heavy snow fell under the night sky. The snowflakes drifted diagonally and hit the window with the air pressure difference caused by the high-speed train, like a bead curtain dancing in the wind.
The moonlight shines through the car window, reflecting Dean's satisfied smile.
Gravity control lv0 (0→1/100)
"It takes twelve hours to increase one point of proficiency, two points a day, and in 50 days, the skill can be upgraded to level 2. The efficiency is several times higher than the skill. After upgrading, it should be possible to adjust the gravity endured by other targets and do some new tricks. "
Just as Dean was thinking this, his omen expertise flickered, and he felt a slight discomfort in his heart. The white-gold life energy quietly rose up, and a shield was outlined around him.
The next second.
Rumble——
The wheels squeeze the rails and rub against each other!
A strong pushing feeling caused him to hit the seat behind him, causing everything around him to jolt and shake violently.
The blond guy and the punk girl in the same carriage rolled out of their chairs and fell into the aisle next to them. The books and drawings in their hands were scattered all over the floor.
The silent carriages erupted in chaotic noises, like boiling water in a frying pan, with screams and screams.
It took ten seconds for the shaking and braking sounds to completely disappear, and the train stopped on the tracks in a forest, motionless.
Dean's perspective swept forward.
"Who can explain? Is this a train derailment?" A gray-haired old couple hugged each other tightly and looked out the foggy window with wide eyes.
"Impossible, we will fall even worse if we derail." A dark-skinned Indian man poked his head under the chair, narrowed his eyes and shouted, "I dropped a spectacle lens, help me find it!"
"How can you find such a big carriage? Let them pay for it." The pretty lady in a white shirt gritted her teeth and said, "Damn it, it cost me two hundred dollars in replacement fare, and this is the treatment?!"
Listening to this chaotic noise, a little girl who looked like a doll threw herself into the arms of her delicate-faced mother with a pale face, "Woooo... I'm scared, I want to go home."
At this time, a serious male voice came from the radio,
"I'm the driver. I'm sorry. The train hit something. It's most likely a wild animal that ran into the tracks... We'll deal with it right away. Please stay in your seats and don't run around. Thank you."
"Wild animals?" Dean raised his eyebrows. Past experience told him countless times that most events are not as simple as they seem.
He got up and walked forward.
The accident point was more than two hundred meters away from God's perspective, and he had to move closer to observe it.
Dean entered the penultimate carriage, and with a casual move, he grabbed the spectacle lenses under the chair with his mind. Just as he was about to hand them to the Indian with the funny single lens frame, the latter squinted his eyes and pushed him.
"Don't block the way. You didn't see me looking for something. Put your feet up. Did you step on my glasses?"
Dean shrugged, put his fingers together and quietly crushed the lenses into powder, and continued to push forward. Soon he saw the ticket inspectors Sean and Edna walking along the aisle one after another to comfort the passengers.
"Sorry, please calm down and sit down," Sean said loudly, "The driver has already gone to check the fault, and it will be open to traffic within half an hour if nothing goes wrong."
"Eat something to warm yourself up," Edna, who was following him, took out hot coffee, cookies and other snacks from the trolley and handed them to each guest on both sides.
"What the hell! My book was broken and there are more than a dozen pages missing," the little girl in punk leather clothes strode past Dean and walked up to Sean, poking his nose with her long nails, her voice sharp. The ground shouted, "One of my earrings also fell off. I was hurt all over by the fall. You must compensate for the loss!"
A group of passengers looked at the two flight attendants with a hint of pleasure and gloating in their eyes.
"Quiet, miss, we will calculate the loss of your property after the incident is over," Sean suppressed the helplessness in his heart and reached out to push the magazine in front of him, "Please sit back down first."
"You pervert, don't touch my hand!" The little girl pushed Sean and then sat on the nearest chair angrily. The beauty in a white shirt next to her who paid for the ticket immediately came over to her ear and whispered, "Did you see that?" , these two guys are neither professional nor qualified. But don’t be angry. Being angry will only make yourself angry. I will teach you a good way. When the journey is over, write a letter to complain against them. Even if they can keep their jobs, they will still be detained. Drop the bonus.”
"What else can we do?" The little girl's eyes lit up and she started talking to the woman in the white shirt with great interest.
"Sir, please sit down." Sean didn't hear these malicious discussions at all. He walked up to Dean and handed him a chocolate bar with a smile.
"Sorry, my stomach feels uncomfortable and I have to go to the bathroom." Dean bypassed the two flight attendants and walked forward past a fat man weighing as much as a ball and weighing more than 300 pounds, a handsome and mature business man.
God's perspective finally captures a useful scene.
In the snow near the locomotive.
Two drivers wearing black velvet coats and hats were squatting on the sides of the cold and huge car body, shining their flashlights on the rails.
The light illuminated a patch of mottled meat and blood, and above the blood lay a pair of huge antlers that branched backwards.
A long, furry face was stuck between the train wheels and the rails. The big eyes were wide and round, and the hole-like infraorbital glands under the eyes were opened due to the strong shock before death.
It's like having four eyes.
"Christmas is already early. Why didn't the elk want to hit my train? It also happened to break the fuel pipe. Now we're in trouble." The old driver with a frosty face looked at the young deputy beside him, "Give me a hand and take it out first." Drag it out."
The two grabbed the deer's antlers and dragged it out. Upon seeing this, Dean used his telekinesis to help the handle, allowing the two to pull out the body smoothly.
Dean looked at the body surface of the dead elk from a distance. There were only bloody impact wounds and crushing wounds, but no other suspicious wounds.
Because he had just died under the wheel, his blood was steaming, and filled with a strange smell of sex, stench, and blood.
It doesn't quite resemble the body odor of ordinary wild animals.
It was more dangerous, giving him a vague sense of familiarity.
"What does this smell like?"
Dean was lost in thought.
"Sir, this is a non-smoking carriage, smoking is not allowed," a voice behind him interrupted his thoughts, and he looked back.
Sean led Edna up to the man in the business suit, who was smoking a Camel cigarette. The fat man next to him, chewing on a burger, waved it in front of his nose in disgust.
"I have bipolar disorder. I need to smoke a cigarette to relieve myself when unexpected situations arise." The business man glanced at the two people's faces and threatened with a smile, "Otherwise, I will not be able to control my emotions." , do something to embarrass you."
Sean glanced at Edna beside him, who was quietly waiting for his instructions, and gritted his teeth, "Please cooperate and put out the cigarette. You can take any coffee and snacks here."
"Should I say no?" The business man blew a puff of cigarette into Sean's face.
The two men's eyes sparkled, and the atmosphere became tense for a moment.
Sean looked at the business man's broad shoulders and strong body, and thought of all the difficulties he encountered during this trip. His eyes changed twice, he clenched his thin fist, and reached out to grab his cigarette.
boom!
The carriage shook slightly, and a dull collision broke the oppressive atmosphere.
Sean retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.
Dean, who was watching, glanced outside the carriage again, and his eyes suddenly froze.
Under the bright moonlight, the snowfield was empty. The two drivers who had just dragged the elk by the railway line disappeared, along with the elk that was dragged off the railway track.
Dean's perspective swept to the right.
On the road leading to the forest on the right, several bushes were trembling, and it was obvious that something had just gotten through here.
Several pairs of plum blossom-shaped footprints appeared under the bushes - four-toed, claw-like shapes, but very shallow. It would have been difficult to spot them if Dean hadn't had superior perception.
Dean examined the footprints carefully, "A creature with two legs and claws like plum blossoms, at least two of them, attacked the driver and took away the elk. It was quite fast."
"Could the train breaking down also be their work?"
"What on earth is it?"
Dean was thinking, and a prompt flashed before his eyes - triggering the emergency "Night Train".
A leisurely sightseeing trip to New England only encountered an accident on the first night.
Some kind of creature attacks and takes away the driver, plunging the entire train into an unknown fate.
Now, find out the true identity of the unexpected attackers, investigate their motives, then kill them all and let them know the consequences for disturbing you.
Or conquer them all.
Event Difficulty: Medium
Progress: (2/100)
Deadline: 24 hours
Reward: At least 120 experience points
Dean looked away.
"Did you hear anything?" Sean didn't want to argue with the smoking business man anymore. He leaned by the window and looked around. It was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly. He led Edna towards the front of the car. I immediately discovered that the two drivers who were checking the fault near the front of the car were missing, and there was no response no matter how they called.
When the more than 20 passengers in the carriage heard the commotion, they could no longer restrain their restlessness and followed them one after another, surrounding the two flight attendants.
The woman in the white shirt stared at Sean with bloodshot eyes, "Can you please stop surprising people? What was that noise just now? Another stupid animal crashed into the car?"
The punk girl stomped her feet and yelled, "How long do we have to stay in this disgusting place? How long does it take for the train to leave?!"
"We can't delay it any longer," the beautiful mother said worriedly, patting the little girl's back. "My daughter is still young and cannot be frightened anymore."
The old couple looked at Sean and asked, "What did the driver say? Do they think it can be repaired?"
"Calm down, everyone." Sean faced the menacing faces that looked like debt collectors. A trace of confusion and shrinkage flashed in his eyes, and he stammered, "The drivers are working hard to make repairs."
"So we can leave soon?" The Indian rubbed his sour eyes without lenses, and more than twenty pairs of eyes were locked on Sean like light bulbs.
Sean said bravely, "Actually, I-I'm not sure, maybe a few hours?"
"Give me a definite answer. Is the train broken?" The man in a business suit patted his collar. "If you can't answer, ask your terminal."
Sean took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I can't contact the driver. It's snowing outside, with forests on both sides. The signal is very bad, and I can't contact the main station."
"Fuck you, are you kidding me!" The little punk girl reached out frantically and grabbed Sean's tie, "The driver disappeared? We were left in this barren forest at night? "
Sean nodded and scanned the faces with difficulty, "Yes for the time being, but I promise, wait patiently..."
A group of passengers protested excitedly, and the chaotic sound threatened to flip off the roof of the car.
"Guaranteed to be useless!"
"This damn railway company will go out of business tomorrow!"
"I demand a refund of my money and ten times the compensation for my mental and time losses!"
"Uh..." Dean's eyelids twitched next to him, while Qian Tan drank in his emotions happily. Although ordinary people's emotions have no nutrition, no matter how small an ant is, it is still meat.
The blond boy covered his head helplessly.
"Listen to me, everyone, thank you!" The business man suddenly shouted, and the loud and powerful voice suddenly suppressed the noise in the carriage. His sharp eyes swept over everyone, "We have two people now. There are two choices: one is to sit on a chair and write a letter of complaint and do nothing."
"The second is to really do something," the man said loudly through the car window, looking at the dark outside, "Let's go out together to find the driver who is absent from work. We are less than ten kilometers away from the next platform, passing through the forest. , you can leave this damn place and enter the downtown area in two hours."
A group of passengers looked at each other for a few seconds.
The woman in the white shirt stood next to the business man first, raised her hand, "I'll join."
"No!" Sean quickly stretched out his hand to stop a group of people who were moving. "You can't go out. This violates the safety protocol on the car! It's late at night and it's still snowing. If you go outside, you may get frostbite, be attacked by wild beasts... and encounter all kinds of things. Accident."
"Come on, I remember clearly, we are passing through the Elk Forest now," the Indian stood next to the business man and looked out the window and said, "Since the 18th century, there have been neither wolves nor bears in this forest, only Elk and critters, nothing can harm us except ignorant people like you.”
"As for frostbite? The snow has stopped. It won't feel cold if you keep it close enough to walk."
After the Indian spoke, almost all the passengers came behind the business man, including the mother holding her child, the gray-haired old couple, and the punk girl.
Only Dean, the big fat guy, the blond guy, and Edna were still standing next to Sean.
Dean suddenly wanted to see how far this group of people could go?
"No!" Sean still shook his head, but his tone was much weaker, "If I let you out, I will be fired from the company!"
The business man looked at the name tag on the ticket collector's chest and read out his name.
"Sean, guess what? If you don't open the door, you will get at least twenty complaints, and your job and pension will still leave you."
Sean's lips trembled, and he looked helplessly at Edna beside him. The woman hesitated for a moment, "There is no other way, let's stabilize them first."
Sean sighed, sadly took out his keys and opened the car door.
In the darkness outside the car, the cold wind blew against our faces, drilling into the seams of people's bones like steel needles, making everyone feel excited and refreshed.
Then, the man in the suit took the lead and jumped down first.
(End of chapter)
