There was nothing special about it, everyone was ordinary, and she didn't pay much attention to it.
It took him about ten minutes to walk back and hand the rope to the woman who had been impatient for a long time. Hitzfeld lay down on the bed, wondering if he could get some sleep.
"Clang!" a sound.
She felt the railroad tracks beneath her vibrate.
Before she could think about what might be going on, she heard a shout from outside: "There's a monster!"
"Someone has turned into that monster...it's eating people...it's eating people!"
“Who can come…!”
"Bang!"
Another sound.
Hitzfeld sat up and pulled out the White Whale pistol from his coat beside him.
She should have thought of it earlier.
Sarah...
This is indeed Sarah's daily routine.
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Set a small goal.
Get out of the two-in-one trap before chapter fifteen.
Chapter 10 Passengers (Two in One)
A nightmare appears on the train.
There was no doubt about it. Hitzfeld smelled a faint stench as soon as he walked out of the corridor. It was not the smell that a normal human body could emit, but the strong stench of corpses that only dead things and nightmares could have.
The smell was so strong that she immediately thought that the thing might have just passed through this corridor. The direction from which the stench came was obviously towards the back, that is, from Carriage 4, which she had not explored before. She couldn't help but wonder if she had brought this thing back.
The nightmare monster cannot be distinguished before it hatches. It uses the human body as an egg sheath, and all the souls are curled up inside. Not to mention that Hitzfeld could not discover it in advance, even if Hisoka Grace came over back then, it would be useless.
Saving lives was the most important thing, so she quickly rushed to the rear door of carriage 5. She pushed her shoulder against the door frame to open it, and stepped into the aisle.
The stench of corpses in the air became stronger and stronger. In front of her eyes was a large pool of blood, which flowed out from the doors on both sides of the corridor and gathered together. The stench of corpses was mixed with a fresh fishy smell.
The entire carriage No. 4 was filled with faint sobbing sounds, but other than that, there was no other movement.
Hitzfeld noticed that the door across the aisle, that is, the door leading to Carriage No. 3, was half open. It was swinging and bumping inward from time to time with the inertia of the train. Every time it opened, the cold wind pouring in from outside the car would blow past her side. She tiptoed slightly to look at the shadows at the innermost side of the aisle, her fingers clenched around the heavy white whale.
In this situation, did it eat the person and then escape?
Did he escape to carriage No. 3, resulting in no one coming to carriage No. 3?
The sobbing sound should be from a survivor. I should first confirm the child's location and then go to the front to support them as soon as possible.
Hitzfeld didn't think about doing anything to the survivors, because the situation ahead was more important. Carriage 3 was close to the front of the train, and if the monster killed the driver and crew, even if the train could safely reach Trierred, it would be stopped there for a long time.
She didn't want to waste time there, so the best option was to kill the nightmare before it caused too much damage. In this way, even if someone came to investigate and question her in Trierred, with her identity, she could simply make a record and leave.
Thinking of this, Hitzfeld could not help but quicken her pace. She first walked quickly in the corridor, turning her head left and right to look at the open doors, and saw pink, shrunken and dead skeletons everywhere in the room.
Was this way of death, was it because he was splashed with a highly acidic liquid, or was he quickly wrapped up in some kind of huge cavity and most of his flesh and blood was digested inside the body?
After looking all the way to the third row of rooms, he discovered that all the corpses were like this, and Hitzfeld felt that something might be wrong.
She was already moving very quickly. It probably took less than half a minute from the time she heard the vibration and the cry for help to the time she arrived. In other words, in just 30 seconds, the nightmare monster ate most of the passengers in at least three rows of six rooms, and then fled and disappeared.
Is this something a normal nightmare can do?
As he was thinking about it, Hitzfeld saw the source of the sobbing.
That was the room at the front, probably room 3-8. She stood at the door and saw someone under the bed - a little girl holding a rag doll was hiding inside.
"Trying to be smart..." Hitzfeld pursed his lips and was no longer in a hurry to go to the front to support. He strode in with heavy steps and stretched out his hand to the curled up girl.
"Come out." She tried to make her voice sound gentle.
"I am coming."
"So it's okay."
But the girl showed no sign of being appeased.
On the contrary, there was an extremely strong fear in her eyes when she looked at Hitzfeld. She was so overwhelmed by the huge impact that she was unable to speak. She could only keep curling up and backing away, shaking her head frantically at her.
"Don't..." Hitzfeld vaguely heard her squeeze out the word, "Don't... on top...!!!"
She reminded him too late.
The sound of breaking air and the sound of gunfire rang out almost simultaneously, but it was Hitzfeld who dodged the attack by turning sideways and fired a shot upwards with his backhand.
With the unique blessing of the white whale, the ice bomb produced an explosive force beyond theory, which caused a waterfall of ice to explode on it, and at the same time, a shrill scream was heard.
Standing firm and looking up, Hitzfeld finally saw the full picture of the nightmare monster.
It is difficult to describe what it is. It has a slender trunk like a stick insect or a centipede - this trunk is embedded in the ceiling of the corridor, and there are eight soft claws that extend into the eight open bedroom door frames, and the ends of the claws are forked.
So disgusting.
Hitzfeld was considered well-informed, but when she saw this guy, she still felt physically uncomfortable instantly.
It was not an insect-shaped one… nor was it any type recorded in the books. The shape of this monster was like someone had molded a stinking rotten mud into a bug-like shape. If you looked closely, each fork at the end of those hooks had evolved into a human hand with a suction cup, and each finger of the human hand had an even smaller suction cup human hand extending from the end, until it was like nerves, blood vessels, or vine roots, covering the entire ceiling of the room. The main trunk and arthropods were still bulging with huge blood bubbles, and it was unknown which organ was making the strange "gurgling" sound.
But it posed no threat to her.
There was no need to use the ice needles, the previous shot had directly severed the connection between one of the hooks and the trunk. This thing seemed to be extremely angry at Hitzfeld's "resistance". It fell into the corridor from above, its body curled up like a mollusk, piled up at the door like a coiled python, and the other seven slender and cold strange hands with dense tentacles grabbed the door frame, leaning slightly, revealing a black cavity without eyes.
It seemed to be planning to do something with the cavity - either growling at Hitzfell or spitting corrosive liquid at her, but it was clearly making a huge mistake.
Without any warning, another ice flower exploded directly in its mouth.
Its "head" was almost blown apart by the shot, and half of its body was covered in ice crystals. Three of its seven arms clinging to the door frame were torn apart, and its body began to spew out smelly, black slurry like petroleum, and it twisted its body and tried to squeeze in.
"laugh--"
A beam of white light came down from the sky, tearing apart the thing and the floor of the carriage.
"...Control it!" Hitzfeld was originally quite relaxed, but he broke out in a cold sweat when he saw this scene, "Stop chopping! It's okay here! It can't hurt me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the torn corpse of the monster was completely covered by ice crystals. Whether it was its remaining torso or the disgusting arms that were broken off and tried to escape, they were all covered and frozen by thick ice.
"boom!"
Hitzfeld raised his head and fired another shot at the ceiling in the room, freezing the strange hand that was broken off at the beginning. He stepped over the rotten blood and mess on the ground, and as soon as he walked out, he was hugged tightly by Xia Yibing.
"Why didn't you wait for me? Why didn't you wait for me?"
The woman was indeed a little nervous. She grabbed her hand, touched here and looked there, and asked her to describe everything that happened.
Hitzfeld was speechless, but she could understand...she was not in a good state before, and Xia just cared about her too much.
The noise here was a bit too loud. The Winter Line 3 obviously began to slow down and completely stopped on the track after a few minutes.
The first to arrive were the boilermen, two short and strong men holding spatulas. Behind them followed the sneaky attendants and the conductor. The group of people and cats observed the place from the open-air walkway between car 4 and car 3, and only breathed a sigh of relief after they were sure that the monster had been dealt with.
"You're the secret police? Seriously, you're a real help!"
The only surviving girl was taken away to be comforted, and the train conductor, Mr. House, held the two of them and kept saying words of thanks.
"It's not like I haven't encountered similar situations before... but never on this scale! If it weren't for you, it's hard to imagine how we would fight this thing. Thank you so much! You are all national heroes!"
"There's no need to say these words..." Hitzfeld was not impressed by this kind of flattery. "I want to know what you will do with carriage No. 4?"
"Ah... then it must be unhooked and pushed down."
“Are you afraid of pollution?”
“This is not just a pollution problem…”
"But now that we are here, I suggest to pull it to Trierred and have the 'Knight of the Red Rose' come and seal it."
"Of course you don't have to worry if you're here... I'll definitely consider it - oh no! I will definitely do this!"
After communicating with Mr. House, Hitzfeld looked down at the cowardly Lily.
This stupid dog, the nightmare obviously smelled the spirit that she had accidentally emitted, and then followed her along the route she came back.
Although it was unclear why he missed her room and ran to carriage No. 4 to eat people, he was undoubtedly in trouble.
Lily's sense of smell is better than mine, why didn't she show it along the way?
What's even more strange is that if that thing instinctively sensed that "I am dangerous", then wouldn't the most reasonable choice be to stop when it reached the door of the room and instead attack the passengers in front of car 5 or even car 6?
As she thought this, Hitzfeld then thought of the man smoking outside when she was walking towards car No. 6.
Yeah.
If that guy is not an ordinary person, this situation may indeed occur.
Xia Yibing didn't know what she was thinking. The woman was squatting on the ground, checking the cracks she had made with her own hands, muttering that the chassis of this broken car was really fragile. This cut had pierced through all the non-steel structures.
If the aisle of the carriage was not longer and the carriage was larger, if it was a small carriage with only four rooms, it would have been cut in half by the knife.
It's okay now... If there's no problem with the hook and the bracket, there shouldn't be any problem towing it to Trierred.
Mr. House was arguing with the boilerman in the front. It was clear that carriage No. 4 could not be used, so the boilerman had to live in the front part of the train. Then they would take turns to deliver meals to them.
Of course the boilermen were unwilling to do so. They were afraid that the frozen monster in carriage No. 4 would be resurrected, and the two sides engaged in a fierce argument.
A few people gathered at the back and were talking in low voices. Then a man pushed through the crowd and walked into the aisle. It was the smoking man that Hitzfeld had suspected was seen before.
"Do you need me to apologize?"
The man looked into an empty room and saw several twisted bodies of rotten flesh and bones. His expression looked a little unnatural.
"You could have informed me earlier so we could have intercepted it together in Car 5." Hitzfeld looked up at him, "Why did you let it pass?"
"I don't want to provoke you." The man replied, "They told me about your condition... No one can guarantee it, so this is the most appropriate option. It will be scared by you and flee here... The safety of Earl Xieyang is far more important than the people in this car."
"Who are you? Who sent you?"
Xia Yibing understood now.
It is obvious that the man has a special identity. He is not a civilian or a vendor, but a person specially sent by the country to protect him.
"I'm actually too lazy to go north and freeze, but unfortunately, I owe Ruth a favor."
"Are you from the Year Rings?"
“…You could say that.”
"She sent you to spy on us?" Xia Yibing glared. "She even wants to get involved in something like this? Does she want me to go back and destroy her library?"
"I suggest you calm down, Sheriff... First of all, this is not surveillance. I swear I am not watching you. I am just being an old-school scholar this time, or -"
"Teacher, right?"
Both of them paused, especially the man, who frowned deeply and stared at the gray-haired girl.
"I have indeed heard of your deeds, but I didn't expect...how did you know that?"
"When you smoke, you should show your fingers. I can see the calluses on your fingers. Calluses in that position can only be formed by handling chalk for many years."
"That's it? But some people also have calluses like this when they write or draw on the wall."
“But they can’t afford thick-framed glasses.”
Reflexively, the man pushed up his glasses. After realizing what was happening, he smiled and touched the two grooves on the inside of his nose and said, "I see... It seems the rumors are not exaggerated."
"I deliberately found someone else's old clothes to exchange. I thought if there were many people, I wouldn't attract attention if I booked a soft sleeper. It seems that I am not born to be able to disguise and sneak in."
Glasses are not cheap.
In this era, it is a standard luxury item. Ordinary people who live on a fixed salary may have to save money for a long time to buy a pair of glasses, and they don’t necessarily have to be double-framed.
"I don't like you." Hitzfeld warned him, "Whatever the Rings send you to do, I allow you to follow from a distance, but you'd better keep your distance."
She admitted that it was her mistake because she accidentally let go of the egg case, which was the "person" that had not yet hatched.
But this guy had clearly been observing the situation here. Even if he didn't realize that it was an egg case, he must have noticed that the behavior of that "person" was very abnormal.
He should have guessed it, he had many options to prevent the tragedy from happening.
For example, let the battle break out in carriage No. 5.
There is no need for him to be the main force. As long as he distracts the enemy a little, the dead bone ice needles will fly out and the battle will end instantly.
