Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 66: Fright at midnight
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"Why do confidential documents escorted mention utopia?
"What is special about this place?
"..."
One thought after another flashed in Wendell's mind, as if a buzzing sound echoed in his ear.
At this moment, he feels relaxed just after using his brain too much, just like he is going to be sick.
Wendell quickly forced himself to calm down, carefully recalled the experiences after coming to Utopia, and found that there was no problem with the details of every thing, which may be encountered in daily life.
The only thing that made him uneasy was that his arrival was too coincidental:
Temporary storms caused temporary stoppages of steam trains. It is no coincidence that the dockable station has a relationship with the confidential documents in his hands.
Wendel stared at the confidential document on the table with a dignified expression, hesitating whether to disassemble it, and read it carefully.
Maybe it just mentions a "Utopia" incidentally. My behavior will seriously violate the internal discipline. Perhaps this is a report of an intelligence officer secretly investigating "Utopia". The content will determine me to some extent. Whether it was survival or death... After struggling for a while, Wendell looked 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!
The determined Wendell quickly opened the paper bag outside and flipped through the documents inside.
Reading, reading, his hands trembling slightly, only to feel a cold back, even the coal burning stove could not be saved.
No matter which aspect is interpreted, this confidential report in his hand shows that there is a problem with utopia and that the entire town has a problem.
This may not be a town that exists in the real world!
Wendel was speechless for a while, as if he heard Death God dragging a sickle, slowly approaching his footsteps.
He was about to get up instinctively, but he managed to control himself in the end, without blindly reacting violently.
This is because he feels the darkness outside the window, in the upper room, in the hallway beside the door, there are a pair of eyes watching him.
What should I do? So far, no abnormality has occurred... This shows that if you don’t know anything, it is possible to greet the sun safely... Many documents I have seen show that I have shown that I have known that the surrounding environment is strange, only The danger broke out in advance... However, it was impossible to do nothing and put destiny on luck... Wendel recalled the dangers he had experienced before and quickly made a decision.
He is ready to return to the steam train immediately and to some extent break away from utopia.
——At least most of them are normal people, and the city is full of dangers.
Of course, it is impossible for Wendell to rush back like this. He must make himself behave normally enough, and it seems that he left the hotel in the middle of the night and returned to the steam train station for other reasons.
Thinking, Wendel put away the confidential report, stood up calmly, put on his coat, and brought top hat.
Next, he carried the suitcase in one hand and the umbrella in the other, and walked to the door calmly, twisting the handle.
At this time, the corridor is dark, and only a few gas wall lights on each side emit less than bright rays of light, which adds a bit of human race to the environment that is so quiet that a sewing needle can be heard on the ground.
When Wendell stepped into the corridor, the wooden floor beneath him made a slight creak sound, which was so obvious on the extremely cold and silent night, and it spread far and far.
Wrinkling his brow slightly, Wendell pretends to move forward as usual, close to the stairs in the middle of the corridor.
He walks without any scruples, and has no feeling of hiding.
Seeing the stairs getting closer and closer, a squeaking noise suddenly sounded behind him.
"Sir, you want, where are you going?" A slightly intermittent male voice came into Wendell's ear.
Wendell's body froze, and he slowly turned back, and saw the wooden door of the "service room" open, and a waiter came out and stood in the shadow of the door.
He quickly smiled and said calmly:
"I have an important item on the steam train, I am afraid that it will be taken away, so I have to return now."
Speaking of this, he complained in a low voice:
"There was a murder in the hotel. I don’t want to stay here again. I can’t sleep at all."
"I'm sorry." The waiter stooped slightly and responded.
"I won't preach this thing." Wendell nodded and promised to stop staying, and turned back to the stairs.
Perhaps because of the dim light at night, he walked very carefully and cautiously, each step seemed to be walking on the edge of the cliff.
One step, two steps, three steps... Wendel, who had been watching for the waiter behind him, finally returned to the first floor.
There is no one in the hotel lobby at this time. All item are hidden in the dark, and the blurred outline is illuminated by a little light outside, just like a monster that only chooses to eat.
Vendel looked ahead, walked through the dark hall, and reached the door.
He just pushed the door out and suddenly heard a rustling voice behind him, which seemed to be a mouse in motion, and it seemed as if someone was approaching here very lightly.
Wendle's back numb for a while, but he still resisted the urge to run away, and looked up at the sky that had stopped raining as usual.
Then he took a breath of cold air, distinguished his direction, and went to the steam train station.
His pace gradually accelerated, and he looked like he was a little afraid of the night and could not wait to end the journey.
Walking, Wendel saw a sign in the corner of his eye:
"Utopian Telegraph Bureau"
The Telegraph Bureau... Maybe you can try to sneak in and send an emergency telegram to the Beckland headquarters and Escorson Military Base respectively, so that you can look forward to the rescue of half God... If I am really stuck here, Unable to leave, this is the only way to save himself... Wendell thought, turned a few steps without a trace, and came to the door of the Utopian Telegraph Bureau.
He is not eager to find a place to dive in, but concentrates and listens to the movements in his ears.
He then heard intermittent, heavy breathing.
This makes Wendell sometimes feel that there is no one inside, and sometimes think that there is more than one person.
Suddenly, that breathing stopped completely.
At this moment, all the hair on Wendell stood up.
His intuition told him that behind the gate of the Telegraph Bureau, there was a figure standing quietly there!
Without hesitation, Wendell immediately gave up the idea of telegraphing, crossed the gate, and continued on.
On the way down, even if a gust of wind blew, Wendell was trembling with fear of encountering unknown dangers.
In this way, time passed by Wendel's torment, and finally, he returned to the steam train station, and saw that the gate was closed and inaccessible.
Wonder did this, he first handed the umbrella to the left hand carrying the luggage, and then went around to the side, found a fence, and pressed the palm of his hand, lifted it into the air, and flipped over easily.
After landing with both feet steady, Wendell was slightly relaxed, and hurried to the front platform.
At this moment, there was a faint footstep behind him.
"What are you doing here?" A deep, dull voice immediately sounded.
Wendle's toes clasped once, sweating from behind.
He didn't hesitate, and while he was always ready to move his hands, he turned his back slightly slightly stiffly.
The first thing that caught his eye was a classic glass horse lantern, followed by the former platform staff.
Wendel sighed, said with a bit of complaint:
"Such a night, such an environment, is not suitable to appear in this way.
"As a gentleman, try to avoid frightening others."
"I'm not a gentleman." The platform staff responded not too friendly.
Wendle pointed his finger at the corner of the platform:
"I go to the bathroom."
He has long observed the environment and layout of the platform.
"Then why are you here?" the staff member asked.
"Lost." Wendell answered succinctly.
Next, he stopped taking care of each other and walked toward the platform bathroom step by step.
Behind him, the staff member watched silently without opening.
This gave Wendell a lot of psychological pressure, but he kept his pace very well.
In the bathroom, the gas wall lamp shone, and Wendel took nearly a minute to relieve the tightness of the body and successfully urinated.
While returning to the steam train, passengers who were lying and sleeping in different positions in the looks at car finally found a sense of security.
For the next few hours, he hasn’t slept, focusing on guarding against accidents.
Just as Wendell became sluggish with the passage of time, the sky shone a little, dispelling the darkness.
In the next two hours, travelers to Utopia returned one after another, and some bought a bottle of local famous red wine, some with haggard faces, a hangover or a beating.
Wendle is very vigilant about them, but he cannot find anomalies in the details.
Wū !
Finally, the sound of the whistle sounded, and the steam train rolled slowly and quietly.
As the voice of kuāng dāng kuāng dāng echoed, the train left Utopia Station.
After that, they experienced another gloomy sky, but fortunately, there was no storm, and the sun quickly pierced the clouds and illuminated the earth.
For Wendell, all this is so normal, from the time when he arrived in Utopia last night until now-if the confidential report is hidden in his arms, he certainly does not think that Utopia will exist. problem.
After the steam train arrived at the next station, which is also a familiar station, Wendell finally relaxed, his head pained again and again, and he felt like he was exhausting energy.
At this time, he quickly reviewed his experience in Utopia.
In retrospect, Wendell’s body suddenly sat upright:
When he pretended to go to the bathroom last night, he was carrying a suitcase and an umbrella in his hand, not at all like a temporary passenger in a steam train.
And the platform staff did not discover this, or it was discovered, but it was not revealed for unknown purposes!