Chapter 1121 Boken

As a crucial transportation gateway, this huge steel platform looks busy and crowded. Various mechanical equipment and locomotives and carriages waiting to be assembled are piled here. Even the crooked management on the edge of the platform The iron sheet house of the Communist Party member also seemed to be in danger of being squeezed out. Busy workers were running around between various equipment, preparing for the next departure, or busy repairing mechanical equipment that had been damaged by magic radiation. Almost no one had time to pay attention to the sudden appearance on the platform. Uninvited guests - because there are several arrogant-looking supervisors standing on the tower, and any lazy behavior cannot escape the eyes of these guys. Compared with the food money earned after work, a group of strangely dressed people who suddenly appear are nothing. Nothing.

Hao Ren and his party, led by Wendel, walked through this busy and chaotic platform and walked towards the administrator's iron house not far away. A boiler under maintenance was roaring not far away, and the pungent smell of engine oil filled the air along with the sound of steam, making Lily sneeze constantly along the way: this twilight city is for the husky girl It left a very bad first impression, and the pungent smell here was simply a torment for her.

In the end, she had no choice but to put on the life-support collar again—she had taken it off after entering the twilight barrier.

"Every ten hours, two locomotives set off at the same time, heading from here to the mining sites in the wilderness," Wendell pointed to the rough steam locomotives, "sending a group of numb miners and pulling back a group of exhausted miners. The miners and the newly dug ore are then sent to the big forge to be turned into building materials and repair materials for the city. There are several such stations in the outer edge area, which are connected to other stations in the dark wilderness. There are mines. If you have the chance, you can go and see those mines. You have magical ancient technologies. I really hope you are willing to use these technologies... Forget it, we will talk about these later."

The administrator's iron house is as old and dirty as the rest of the platform. The only thing that shows it is different is that this dark iron house has an eye-catching roof painted with red paint, which makes it stand out from the crowd. It looks particularly bright in the dull station building. No one came to cause trouble along the way. Wendell led everyone directly to the iron house, and then pushed open the rusty door.

A rough and angry voice came from inside. This voice had been isolated inside the door before: "...You idiots whose brains are stuffed with engine oil! I want you to check every gear and every bolt. , it's every one, listen up, every one! Instead of taking a nap around the machine and then coming back to write me a piece of paper saying 'everything is OK'! Do you know what it means once the locomotive stalls in the dark area? Then It means it will almost stay there forever! Unless I kick you scum outside the barrier and let you repair those machines in the dark with blisters all over your body! You know there were really unlucky people like this He did it, and now his bones are still hanging out to dry! What a bunch of trash..."

A "pop" sound came from inside the house, as if something was hit hard on the table, and then the rough voice roared again: "Get out of here now! Go check the machine, check the boiler, check every one Rivets and pivots! Otherwise sooner or later you will be kicked out of the barrier by me!"

There was a rush of panicked footsteps, and five or six people in coarse work clothes ran out of the iron house as if running for their lives. One of them even almost bumped into Wendell. The newly reprimanded locomotive technicians (that's what the position was supposed to be) noticed the stranger standing at the door, but barely dared to stop and take a second look, and fled before the voices in the room roared again.

Hao Ren and the others looked at each other for a moment, and then followed Wendell into the house.

There is a huge desk in the iron room, which is piled with messy things, and a thick red-nosed man is "heaped" with the debris: he sits in an inelegant posture and curls up on the wide backrest. The sloppy clothes on the chair were almost as messy as his desk. The red-nosed man put his hands in his arms and bit a small stick in his mouth, chewing it hard as if to relieve his hatred: "The new technicians are all a bunch of losers, with no sense of responsibility, and they are completely inferior to... Who told you Coming in? I didn’t mean... Wendell?!"

The red-nosed man finally noticed the group of people standing in front of him, and saw a familiar face among them. He jumped up almost as if he was frightened, and made an action that was completely inconsistent with his appearance: he pinched hard. He pinched his thigh, then grimaced in pain.

"Wendell! Old guy! Are you back alive?! The ancestors have appeared. Is this true? I haven't started drinking yet today!!"

Wendell greeted his old friend. Although the two of them seemed to be more than a generation apart in age, they hugged each other tightly like best friends for many years: "Boken, you have such a loud voice, I can hear your angry voice from outside the door!"

"Nonsense, the sound insulation of this door has always been good!" the red-nosed Boken yelled, scratching his neck. He pushed Wendel away and looked up and down as if looking at a rare creature, "You are really back. , actually came back, and there are no malignant sores all over the body, and no part of it has shrunk or died... Could it be that you, old guy, were really blessed by your ancestors, and you were able to come back alive twice!"

"Blessed by our ancestors," Wendell smiled gently and forcefully opened Boken's fingers on his arm. "Be careful. I'm old enough, but I can't withstand a few slaps from you."

Boken finally calmed down a little from his excitement. He exhaled: "You are such a desperate old guy. You dare to participate in the Light Seeker twice in a row. I am not as crazy as you when I am drunk... You are the only one." return?"

Wendell's eyelids drooped, with a gloomy look on his face: "There are not many people who can return from the night."

"May they rest in peace in the eternal kingdom," Boken made a few prayer gestures on his chest randomly. The wrinkled and slovenly clothes and his casual tone made this prayer sound limited sincerity, and then he Finally, he turned his attention to Hao Ren and his party who had been standing nearby for a long time, "What's going on with these people...Looking at their clothes, how many of them are from Shangcheng District?"

"No," Wendell suddenly laughed mysteriously. He tried hard to control his expression to appear serious and mysterious, but the excitement from his heart still made his smile more and more obvious, "They came from outside."

"Oh, outside, it's very far away..." Boken waved his hand casually and didn't react for a moment, but after a moment, his movements froze. His eyes opened wider and wider, and he let out several sounds in his throat. He screamed strangely and suddenly jumped up, "It's from outside!"

His voice almost hurt people's ears.

Wendell grabbed Boken's shoulders and pressed down hard: "Keep your voice down, you will collapse the entire station. Yes, they are coming from outside, outside the Twilight Barrier, outside the Twilight City! They are from A Sgard.”

"Asgard, Asgard..." Boken repeated several times confusedly, "Oh, I have learned about the ancient kingdom. It is said that the gods personally ruled there in the past... My God, old man, you Have you really made it?! No, no, that’s definitely not the case. You came here to make me laugh, right... Your brain was burned out by the darkness outside, or I was infected by the toxins you carried..."

Wendell patted Boken's shoulder hard: "This is not like you. When did you become so rigid?"

Boken's face drooped: "Is this true?"

"It's true, and not only is it true, these envoys from Asgard still have something to ask you to help with," Wendell pointed at Hao Ren and his party, "I want to take these people to the Lightseeker headquarters. They are very Urgent, and the most convenient means of transportation I can find is your motorcycle."

Boken rubbed his nose: "Hitchhiking? That's no problem, but I can only send you to the upper city. The shaft from the upper city to the lower city is not under my control. You have to deal with the people of the Steam Council, but if you are With those bureaucrats entangled, I guess you and your friends will have to go through a lot of procedures. Their status is too... special."

Lily rolled her eyes when she heard this: "Aren't the people in the Steam Council happy to see other survivors in this world? Will they cause trouble?"

"It's not to cause trouble. The people of the Steam Council are also human beings. Of course they are happy to know that there are other viable areas outside the Twilight City." Boken spread his hands, "But bureaucrats are bureaucrats. People like us who live in the Outer Rim Zone It’s hard to deal with them when you come.”

"Let's take us wherever we can," Galadra waved his hand indifferently, "The rest will depend on the situation."

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