God does not love the world [unlimited]

Tan Wang thought for a moment, then tentatively asked: "Military? Political circles? Rich people?"

Shi Yu was noncommittal.

[Fuck. 】

[This place is really approaching. I suspect that the eyes of the sky have been opened. The four kinds of identity cards are poor, employees, passengers, and nobles. He guessed it just like that? 】

[This is because he has played all the cards without meeting any other players other than himself, which is outrageous. 】

[Although, I just know the face of the identity card, and it's not like directly matching all twenty players with their identities. The barrage in front doesn't need to be so exaggerated, right? 】

[At the top of the row, with the setting of low, middle and high class, even if you play two more games of Fighting the Landlord, you won't be so surprised. 】

There seemed to be a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground 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 on the ground became clearer, and it seemed to roll over due to inertia, but it disappeared quickly.

Tan Wang frowned suspiciously: "What just fell down?"

Shi Yu listened quietly until the next sound of landing, and suddenly opened the window beside her.

The moving train wiped the originally silent air into wind and poured it into the windows, and the vegetation and loess stretched in the distance.

The frenzied gust of wind whipped up his long hair, scraping against the human skin inch by inch like a sharp blade, and the wide shirt was bulging and rattling.

Shi Yu grabbed the window sill, looked out of the car, and landed on the last two carriages.

The door of the freight car was opened at some point.

Someone in that carriage pushed a half-person-high cardboard box out of the door and onto the track.

"Bam—"

The box fell to the ground and rolled over, the packaging was directly torn, and all the contents inside fell out.

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Turn the time back to three 10 minutes ago.

The train conductor sighed: "Our car may be difficult to stop now."

Duan Wenqing was puzzled: "It's hard to stop? What do you mean? Why is it so hard to stop?"

The train conductor patted the driver on the shoulder: "You explain."

The driver retreated to the right, pointed to the console: "Look."

Duan Wenqing, a player who came over by air, naturally couldn't understand these professional things, but this didn't prevent him from acting as if he could understand. He scanned every knob and data screen before frowning pretendingly: "This what's going on?"

The driver said: "I don't know why, but the speed of this car has suddenly increased so much. It has been abnormal since it just passed the section of the railroad track. It has almost doubled the original speed in a short time."

Duan Wenqing: "But what does this have to do with not being able to stop?"

The driver was amazed that he could ask such a question: "Do you think I haven't tried it? I have tried to slow down since I found out that its speed has become abnormal, but no matter how I adjust it, it will just What can I do if I just speed up?"

Duan Wenqing thought it's no wonder, no wonder their task this time would be to "park the car", but she frowned: "Then what should we do now? Is it going to go on like this?"

"Of course not." The driver said, "I just reported the situation to the captain and applied to throw away all unnecessary things in the last two freight cars."

Duan Wenqing really didn't expect this development, and was stunned: "Why did you throw things?"

Before the driver could speak, he caught a glimpse of the scene outside the window from the corner of his eye, and quickly turned around to fiddle with the console.

With a sudden turn, the rails overlapped and split into two. The arc of the turn was so large that the whole train swayed again, and everyone in the car staggered again, almost falling down directly.

"boom--"

Suddenly there was the sound of a heavy object being smashed outside the door.

Duan Wenqing was the first to react, strode over and opened the cab door.

Ji Congyang originally just came here to see if he could inquire about the situation, but when he first came here, he happened to be talking about it inside. He kept in mind his companion's advice "don't reveal your identity easily", so he decided to simply stand outside the door and listen, but Unexpectedly, when the car was driving well, it suddenly swayed like this, and one of them lost his footing, and the whole person jumped directly on the door of the car.

He was also wearing the uniform of a staff member, with a rectangular nameplate hanging on his chest, and his sleeves were moved up because of the subconscious movement to maintain his balance just now. The bracelet on his wrist was shining brightly, and he looked at the conductor who came to open the door.

Ji Congyang looked down at the bracelet on the opponent's hand, and tried to wave hello: "Hello? What a coincidence?"

Duan Wenqing's face turned dark.

Seeing that Ji Congyang didn't respond, the train conductor greeted the two of them directly: "Okay, come in and close the door."

Ji Congyang let out an "oh" and slipped into the cab.

The conductor said: "Did you hear all those words just now?"

Ji Congyang nodded: "Captain, you haven't said why you suddenly threw things away? Isn't that the passenger's luggage? Is it really okay to throw it away so casually?"

The train conductor sighed: "You saw it just now, didn't you? At the current speed of this train, it's fine when you go in a straight line, but once you turn a corner, the problem will become serious."

Ji Congyang tried his best to receive the information: "...why?"

"There are a total of nineteen turns between this train and the terminal?" Qiao Yan asked.

"And according to what they said, it seems that the arc is bigger every time." Ji Congyang walked towards the back compartment with the walkie-talkie, and reported to him in a whisper, "Ghost knows how the track is designed, and the mountain road is only [-] years old. bend."

Qiao Yan just pushed open the door of a staff room, just in time to hear a mighty movement from the rear compartment, without looking back, went in and closed the door, and opened the cabinet after all the people behind had left and went to the front Open the door and pull out a business guide.

He directly turned to the page of track introduction: "The railway in this place is not developed enough, and there are many turns to ensure that one track can be used for multiple purposes—but it's normal, if there is no trouble on this road, we won't come here—they What else did you say?"

Ji Congyang put on a wooden face, like an emotionless repeater: "The train captain said, 'Continuing at the current speed of this train, it's okay when you go straight, but once you turn a corner, the problem will be big. What we throw is not Passenger luggage, but 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 this problem.'”

Qiao Yan was thoughtful, and nodded after a while: "Yes, I understand."

Ji Congyang exhausted his brain cells to memorize the conversation, and he had no spare energy to think about any fragments of words, and he didn't understand a word of what the driver and the car said.Hearing what his companion said at this moment, his already confused mind became even more confused: "No, what exactly do you know?"

Qiao Yan: "You don't need to worry about it."

"why?"

"You can't understand it even if you say it."

"...Old Qiao, let's cut off our robes and judge justice."

Qiao Yan didn't bother to talk about it: "You continue to collect information, you don't need to wait somewhere to eavesdrop, just wander around in the carriage."

Ji Congyang was puzzled: "What's the use of walking around?"

"Do you know why I asked you to go to the cab to inquire about the news?" Qiao Yan finally found out the route map of the railway track, "Because you can step on shit luck if you walk casually."

"..."

"Remember to cover your wristbands."

"..."

Ji Congyang was so angry that he turned off the walkie-talkie.

Five seconds later, he turned on the walkie-talkie again, fearing that he would really miss some key content and cause major trouble.

Ji Congyang stood on the aisle outside the driver's cab, stared at the car window for nearly 10 minutes and saw the scenery filled with thick smoke from coal burning. He didn't wait for the second chance to listen to the corner, and finally put the walkie-talkie on his pocket and went out. Yes, just after passing the first passenger compartment, I ran into the player who turned black after opening the door in the connecting passage, and waved: "Hi."

Duan Wenqing was expressionless: "Get lost."

"Oh."

Ji Congyang didn't get angry with him, and he passed through another carriage very simply, and came to the passage door connecting the second and third carriages. He pulled it open with a "crash", and was rushed in by the car window the next second. The coming gust of wind hit his face.

Shi Yu stood in front of the car window and turned around: "Ji Congyang?"

Ji Congyang was so blinded by the wind that he almost couldn't open his eyes. He tried his best to grab the handrail, and finally saw the person who made the sound. :"Idol!"

Back then in the pure white room, apart from Tan Wang and Gu Jinzhao, the familiar faces Shi Yu saw were Ji Congyang and his companions who had been bound from beginning to end.

Now that the game started less than two hours ago, it had bumped into both of these teams.

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Duan Wenqing kept watching Ji Congyang go away, and covered the hooked headset next to his ear: "Sorry, I'm here."

A few seconds later, another person's voice sounded next to his ear, which sounded so cold to the bone: "All report the location."

"No.18 car, on the seat."

"No.17 car, on the seat."

"The tenth car, on the seat."

"On the connecting passage between the first and second carriages." Duan Wenqing said and quickly added, "But I haven't seen the mission target for this time yet."

A few seconds later, the voice that told everyone to report their location sounded again: "It seems that he should be on the connecting passage between the second and third cars now."

Someone asked why.

A passenger in the carriage looked sideways out of the window, and the outline of the metal microphone around his ear was faintly printed on the window glass.He blocked his head with one hand: "Because I was in the third car, and I saw him being escorted by a group of conductors to the front car not long ago."

The "he" in the words refers to the mission objectives assigned to them when they entered the game this time.

But Duan Wenqing didn't see anyone in the first compartment, so the person could only be between the first and third compartments.

Hearing this, he took the initiative to ask for instructions: "Then I'll go there now?"

Now in their team he is the closest to the target.

"Need not."

"what?"

The passenger stood up slowly, looked away from the window, and said in a calm tone, "I want to see him first."

No one dared to question, and there was only silence during the call.

He picked off the things next to his ears, glanced at the word "Sacred Temple" engraved on the silver-plated surface like a brand, turned the wheat upside down and pinned it to the skirt, and then lowered his head and asked the person next to him: "May I please?"

The person being asked subconsciously folded his legs: "Go ahead."

The man smiled slightly: "Thank you."

His voice is cold, but because of his habitual slowness, it always reminds people of some kind of soft and slippery cold-blooded animal, and then the whole body is creepy.

The person being questioned waited until the other party had left, and just unconsciously rubbed his ears twice, and murmured in his heart.