Chapter 66

"Why did the escort's classified documents mention Utopia?

"What's so special about this place?

"..."

One idea after another flashed in Wendell's mind, and there seemed to be a buzzing sound in his ears.

At this moment, he felt as if he had just relaxed after overworking his head, as if he was about to fall ill.

Wendell quickly forced himself to calm down, carefully recalled the various experiences after coming to Utopia, and found that there was no problem with the details of everything, and they were all possible encounters 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, and it is no coincidence that the stop that can be stopped is related to the confidential documents in his hands.

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

Maybe it just mentioned "Utopia" incidentally, my behavior will seriously violate the internal discipline, maybe this is the report of an intelligence officer after secretly investigating "Utopia", the content will determine my survival to some extent, Still death... After struggling for a while, Wendell glanced at the deep night outside the window and reached out to the document.

Only if you are alive can you consider whether to be punished!

Wendell, who made up his mind, quickly opened the outer paper bag and flipped through the machine-typed documents inside.

As he read, his hands trembled slightly, and he felt a chill on his back, unable to save even the burning coal stove.

No matter how you read it, the confidential report in his hands shows that there is something wrong with utopia, and the whole town is wrong.

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

Wendell's mouth was dry for a while, as if he heard Death dragging his scythe and slowly approaching his footsteps.

He instinctively wanted to get up, but in the end he managed to control himself and did not react blindly and violently.

This was because he felt that in the darkness outside the window, in the room upstairs, in the corridor by the door, there were eyes staring at him one after another.

How to do? Until now,

Nothing abnormal happened... This shows that if you don't know anything, it is possible to meet the dawn safely... I have read a lot of information, and rashly showing that you know the surrounding environment is weird will only lead to the early outbreak of danger. ... However, you can't do nothing and pin your fate on luck ... Wendell recalled the various dangers he had experienced before, and quickly made a decision.

He was ready to return to the steam train at once, in a way out of utopia.

——At least most of them are normal people, and the city is full of danger.

Of course, Wendell couldn't just rush back like this, he had to act normal enough to look like he left the hotel in the middle of the night for other reasons and returned to the steam train station.

With a lot of thoughts, Wendell put away the confidential report, stood up calmly, put on his coat, and put on his top hat.

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

At this time, the corridor was dark, with only a few gas wall lamps on each side emitting light that was not bright enough, which added a human breath to the environment so quiet that a sewing needle could be heard falling to the ground.

When Wendell 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, and spread far and far.

Frowning slightly, Wendell stepped forward pretending to be normal, approaching the stairs in the middle of the corridor.

He walked without any scruples, with no feeling of hiding at all.

Seeing the stairs getting closer, a creaking sound suddenly sounded behind him.

"Sir, where do you want to go?" A slightly intermittent male voice immediately entered Wendell's ears.

Wendell's body froze for a moment, he turned back slowly, and saw the wooden door of the "service room" opened, and a waiter came out, standing in the shadow of the door.

He quickly put on a smile and said calmly:

"I have an important item on the steam train. I am afraid of being taken away, so I have to return now."

Having said that, he complained in a low voice:

"There was a murder in the hotel, I don't want to stay here, I can't sleep at all."

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

"I'm not going to publicize this." Wendell nodded and promised, but stopped staying, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

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

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

At this time, there was no one in the hotel lobby, and all the items were hidden in the darkness, and the vague outline was illuminated by a little light outside, like a monster that only wanted to eat.

Wendell looked ahead, passed through the dark hall, and arrived at the door.

Just as he pushed the door out, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from behind. It seemed like a mouse was moving, and someone was approaching with a light pace.

Wendell's head went numb for a while, but he resisted the urge to run away, and looked up at the sky that had stopped raining as usual.

Then, he took a breath of the cold and clear air, discerned the direction, and walked towards the steam train station.

His pace picked up gradually, looking a little afraid of the night, impatient to end the trip.

Walking and walking, Wendell saw a sign out of the corner of his eye:

"Utopia Telegraph Office"

The telegraph office... Maybe try to sneak in and send an emergency telegram to the Backlund headquarters and the Eskerson military base, so that I can expect the rescue of the demigods... If I am really trapped here, Unable to leave, this is the only way to save himself... Wendell's thoughts turned, and he took a few steps obliquely without a trace, and came to the door of the Utopia Telegraph Office.

Instead of rushing to find a place to sneak in, he concentrated and listened to the action inside.

He then heard intermittent, heavier breathing.

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

Suddenly, the breathing stopped completely.

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

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

Without hesitation, Wendell immediately gave up the idea of ​​taking a telegram, crossed the gate, and moved on.

On the next journey, even a gust of wind made Wendell tremble, afraid of encountering unknown dangers.

In this way, time passed little by little in Wendell's torment, and finally, he returned to the outside of the steam train station and saw that the door was closed and it was impossible to enter.

This is not difficult for Wendell. He first handed the umbrella to the left hand carrying the luggage, then went around to the side, found a fence, pressed his palm, rose into the air, and flipped over easily.

After his feet landed firmly, Wendell breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the platform ahead unhurriedly.

Just then, there was an inaudible sound of footsteps behind him.

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

Wendell's toes clasped together, and cold sweat broke out from his back.

He didn't hesitate, and while he was always ready to make a move, he turned his body back a little bit stiffly.

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

Wendell sighed and said rather complainingly:

"This kind of night, this kind of environment, is not suitable for this kind of appearance.

"As a gentleman, try not to startle others."

"I'm not a gentleman," the platform staff responded unkindly.

Wendell 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 are you here?" the staff member asked.

"Lost." Wendell replied succinctly.

Then, he stopped paying attention to the other party and walked to the platform bathroom step by step.

Behind him, the staff member watched silently without speaking.

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

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

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

For the next few hours, he hadn't slept, focused on the accident.

Just when Wendell became obtuse about the passage of time, the sky lit up a little, dispelling the darkness.

In the next two hours, the tourists who went to Utopia returned one after another, some bought a bottle of the famous local red wine, some looked haggard, and looked like they had not woken up from a hangover or had been beaten up.

Wendell was vigilant about them, but he couldn't find the anomaly in the details.

Woo!

Finally, the whistle sounded, and the steam train spun heavily and slowly from stillness.

The sound of bang bang bang echoed, and the train left Utopia Station.

Afterwards, they experienced another gloomy sky, but luckily, no storm came, and the sun soon pierced through the clouds and illuminated the earth.

For Wendell, this is all so normal, since he arrived in Utopia last night until now-if the confidential report hadn't been hidden in his arms, he certainly didn't think there would be any problems in Utopia.

After the steam train arrived at the next station, which is also familiar to everyone, Wendell finally relaxed, his head throbbing after another, and there was a feeling of excessive energy consumption.

At this time, he quickly reviewed his experience in Utopia.

Looking back, Wendell's body suddenly sat upright:

When he excused himself to go to the bathroom last night, he had a suitcase and an umbrella in his hand, and he didn't look like a temporary passenger in a steam train.

And the platform staff didn't discover this, or, in other words, it was discovered, but it was not exposed for an unknown purpose!

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