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Santo Station.

The morning sun at seven or eight o'clock is always so listless. The magic train was about to start again in a series of roars.

Silent passengers slowly poured into the train with their luggage, and the tired train doors did not live up to their expectations. What awaits them will be a nice ride.

After the conductor on the platform made a gesture, the door closed. One by one, the wheels began to turn, and the speed of the train slowly climbed, and soon it left the station. The station was built on the edge of Oude, and after some time on both sides of the train flew backwards, it had left the city and entered the suburbs.

The outskirts of the Holy Capital are even larger than ordinary towns, as they are indispensable food supplies for the Oude people. At this time, the train is passing through a large area of inaccessible wheat fields, and the dazzling colors also attract passengers to look out the window absentmindedly.

If you look down from the air, you will see a strange sight of a green stream flowing through the cracks of the fields. When a farmer who had been ploughing early saw this "green worm", he couldn't help but stop what he was doing, ready to watch this wonderful thing sail into the distance.

However, just as the train was about to pass completely, a figure suddenly appeared in the wheat field next to it. The farmer, who was in the distance, saw a young man with blond hair near the railroad tracks.

That's right, that's our little detective.

Eric is ready to take a ride here.

There was something strange about his outfit at this point—a thumb-thick nylon rope was wrapped around his waist and tied around his waist. The rope was long, and at the end of the other end was a loop-shaped denim lasso, which was being held in Eric's hand.

Wearing thick rough gloves on their hands and unusual boots on their feet, they are all shabby in style. Notably, there are four delicate little wheels mounted on the bottom of both boots, and Eric lifts his foot to play with them, and they all rotate normally. These boots were the ones he had bought when he was sightseeing in Pelos. In fact, after purchasing these boots, Eric has been practicing them in his spare time outside of work, and now he can be called a skilled user.

With all this done, Eric took a deep breath and prayed for the success of his next moment of madness.

He only had one chance.

The farmer didn't know what the young man wanted to do. Fortunately, it didn't make this viewer wait too long. As the train passed Eric at the end, he finally made a move and jumped into the middle of the tracks.

First, Eric flicks the lasso in his right hand clockwise, just like a cowboy does. And unlike cowboys who hunt animals, Eric's prey is this train. He let go of his right hand and threw the lasso out on top of the railing of the platform at the rear of the train.

For the convenience of passengers, there is a door at the end of the last carriage of the magic train that can be opened and closed at will, and when you walk out of the door, you will find a viewing platform. Passengers can breathe here and enjoy the scenery from all directions. Of course, for safety, there are high guardrails around it.

Thanks to the observation deck railing.

The little detective showed no joy at all. With the help of Beta Monoculus, it is not difficult to guess the location of the railing in the next second. The key is that the next steps must not be delayed for a moment. Eric stood on the railroad track on the right, one behind the other. The railroad monorail is about three inches wide, and there is still room to fit a row of wheels. He struggled to maintain his balance while his hands gripped the rope in front of him. He knew that in the next second, he would enter a world called speed.

Three, two, one.

In an instant, Eric felt himself suddenly and frantically pulled forward by a huge force, almost tearing one of his arms apart. The wheels under his feet also began to roll irregularly under the pull of this force, and Eric's legs inevitably became stiff in order to keep his body balanced and standing.

The rope in his hand was draining rapidly, as if Eric's life was about to be lost. Eric had planned to use the length of the rope to allow himself some cushion space, as the friction between his hand and the rope would reduce the impact of the rapid impact on his body. With this in mind, he held his hands with rough gloves at the front of the rope.

Good idea, but just an idea. It was only then that Eric realized that he couldn't hold the rope with his grip. If this continues, when the rope all slips out of his hand and becomes straight, his waist is likely to be broken by this great force in an instant. You have to think of some other way to increase your initial velocity, even if it's a little bit.

At the critical moment, Eric chose to rely on the wheel boots under his feet.

With just a row of wheels, it would have been difficult to glide along a train on three-inch rails, and now he had to swap his legs on it to provide speed. At a time when he was already extremely unstable, and the slightest carelessness would have upset this fragile sense of balance, he still decided to do so.

Eric had no railroad tracks in his head, just a vast expanse of flat land. All he had to do was slide in one of the straight lines. Thinking of this, he gradually stepped out of his stiff legs and entered a wonderful mode of action.

Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. He slipped up on the rails! The farmer stared blankly at all this, his hoe already falling heavily to the ground.

And not long after Eric started moving, the nylon rope was completely straightened.

In an instant, the wind swept into Eric's ears, causing him to lose consciousness for a few tenths of a second. A force far greater than just now was instantly transmitted from his waist to his entire body. The pain caused his feet to instantly lose his balance, and he almost fell off the railroad tracks. Gritting his teeth and patiently, Eric immediately decided to lift one foot to help his balance, and slid on one foot.

Once he falls, what awaits Eric will be dragged to death by the train.

At this point, any small changes should be taken into account. The speed of the train, the subtle changes in the direction of the tracks, the swing of the ropes, and the place where you land...... Eric's pupil dilated dramatically in his right eye, a sign that Beta's Eye was overloaded.

Observe everything.

After confirming that it was safe, Eric dared to put the volleyed foot back on track. He stretched his legs as far forward as he could, leaning his entire upper body back. Eric's body is at an angle to the ground. If you want to resist the huge force of the train, you have to lower your center of gravity. Slowly, the little detective's body adjusts to the speed of the train, and his posture gradually stabilizes.

Eric's restless and flustered heart calmed down a lot. The pain made him more conscious, and he began to pull the rope around his hand, and he was going to follow the rope all the way to the back of the car to the train.

But soon, Beta MONOCULUS tells him a message: the train is about to turn right. This is by no means good news for Eric. Turning on a slick track with a width of three inches, even the tallest shoe technique won't help. Can't stay on this track!

The rails have begun to bend. The turning train tilted under the action of inertia and made a creaking sound. Eric had no choice but to slam his right foot on the rails, and the whole person soared into the air, aiming for the rails on the left. But how to land is a problem.

Eric was seen in the air with his feet together and falling diagonally towards the left rail, the gap between the two rows of pulleys being stuck at the right angle of the upper right of the left single track. The wheels made contact with the rails, creating a series of sparks. Unfortunately, even though Eric squatted down the moment he landed, he still felt like he had been hit hard from the sole of his foot with a hammer. It seems that his entire leg, especially his knee, is not lightly injured.

He had to hold on, there was no other way. Keeping his whole body tilted to the right until the train turned, Eric jumped back onto the right monorail. That's when he decided to board the train before the next turn.

With the current state of Eric's body, there was no way he could play such a difficult maneuver again. One time, two times...... Eric's arms bulged out, ropes wrapped around his wrists as he tried, and he saw the dawn of victory at hand.

Eventually, the distance between Eric and the train had been reduced to the point where it was within reach. He pulled himself together and leaped hard, his arms barely on the rear railing. The last remaining strength was used by him to climb the railing, and he fell heavily on the observation deck.

Sweat all over the body, sore muscles, and blood lingering in the right eye socket. It was caused by the overuse of the Beta Eye. That right eye will not see anything for the next dozen days.

"Hahaha...... Ahem. Eric chuckled softly.

It's just stupid. If Eric had to choose again, he would rather refuse Pat's ghost errand.

Suddenly relaxed, Eric collapsed on the observation deck and fell into a deep sleep.