"What are you scaring ordinary people for?"

Crane lingered at the junction of the carriages for a long time, and finally got a response from the lamp god, and he hurriedly whispered a question.

This is an excuse for sitting in the seat for a long time and feeling uncomfortable, and he wants to take a breath or smoke a cigarette, so he can get rid of the attention of the people around him, and he continues to whisper to the lamp god without a trace, in fact, he wants to say that he wants to go to the bathroom, but this service is not provided on the steam train.

"How do you tarnish people's innocence out of thin air?"

The lamp god didn't show his figure, and he didn't know if he was around at the moment, his tone was like the white fog in a dream, like the drizzle outside the window, like the sea breeze blowing on the beach on a holiday, which made people can't lift their spirits when they listen to it.

Crane just wanted to hold his forehead and sigh, and he patiently continued to ask, "Did you make strange rules appear on the train that would hurt innocent people?"

"I've been a bit bored lately, and I made the rules, but how can I say that this is my own pot, from another point of view, I can also be regarded as protecting the people who are under the rules."

Crane's face became solemn.

"Are there any other forces on the train?"

"Yes, it's still relatively weak, it can't form obvious anomalies, you can't detect it, it only slightly, covertly pollutes people or things that pass through it."

"Pollution?"

"Hmm...... Don't make such a fuss, I can replace it with a more gentle term for the influence of high-level existence, pollution is a word that makes people feel panicked, but I think they don't need to be so afraid, they don't deliberately embarrass anyone most of the time, after all, divinity is inherently self-centered, and it is the instinct of divinity to bring everything closer to me."

Although the tone of the lamp god was as lazy as ever, and once he spit out more words, it was like humming a lullaby just now, but Crane didn't want to stop the topic at all, and the questions were shot out in line like a burst of bullets.

"What kind of pollution? Why is it here? What will be the impact? How do you get rid of it?"

"Well, who doesn't have a fateful enemy? It's probably me who ran out and wandered around the world and made her advance the matter of infiltrating power, but it's hard to say, maybe she's been doing it, but I just ran into it, after all, what the Rose School believes in is not something that suddenly becomes the mother tree of desire."

Hearing this, Crane showed an expression of wanting to speak and stopped, and his expression struggled, and his mouth, which had been opened several times, closed again.

The one who held the heel did not speak, and the lamp god also continued to talk to himself.

"Qiao San is also not honest, it is not surprising to attract these forces to come, we are already in Achowa County now."

"If I don't intervene in this way, if the people on this train have any other external influences, they will probably have the inexplicable but unwavering idea of going to the Hornachis Mountains to dig graves. However, if you leave it alone, once or twice, you won't see the effect."

"Hornachis Mountains?"

"Yes, it's a magical heavenly road, buried with countless treasures, and we both have to go there with hoes sooner or later."

Crane pondered in silence for a moment, then confirmed, "So, you twisted this pollution to form the rules on the train? How much harm does that do to the person who breaks the rules?"

"Uh...... Probably, maybe, I twisted a little too much, but it doesn't matter, it's just a nightmare for someone who doesn't seriously provoke me."

"Look at that rule, I thought you wanted to help the railroad company sell hot cocoa."

Receiving a non-dangerous reply, Crane secretly breathed a sigh of relief and complained by the way.

Then he was a little embarrassed and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is that enemy of your fate...... Is that the being who sealed you in an oil lamp?"

"Get out!"

The lamp god's tone finally sobered up.

……

In the other carriage, the young Wendell sat in his seat with a nervous expression, and his usual comfortable temperament was gone, no one

You can see the tightness of his expression.

He belonged to the intelligence officer of the Internal Operations Department of MI9, and for many years he operated between cities far from the heart of the country, Beckland, and was now the sheriff of Sequence 8.

Ever since the strange appearance of the blank sheet of paper with the information for passengers on it, he had an indescribable realization that the rules in the carriage had really changed, and he did not dare to think about what would have happened if he had not done what the instructions had been in.

Normally, I should have stopped in Tingen, Ahowa, and then I should go out for dinner and then find a hotel for the night.

He looked out the foggy window, unable to see clearly, unable to tell where he was traveling, let alone guessing whether the train would stop at the correct station.

If the train really has to be like what it says, never stopping, then ...... Did you arrive last in Makai-gun?

Wendell has experienced a lot of extraordinary events, but almost all of them are things like the extraordinary person hurting people, assisting in the search for the extraordinary criminals, tracking cultists, and most of them are using extraordinary abilities to obtain information from all over the world, and this kind of strange event is the first time he has encountered it.

He had been paying attention to the movement of the whole carriage, and when the passenger notice appeared, there was indeed a small commotion, but it quickly subsided, and basically no one cared about this prank notice that seemed to appear suddenly, most of them laughed a few words and put it aside, and continued to do the previous thing, discussing the original topic, but there were also a few young people, grinning and saying that they wanted to go to the conductor to confirm the authenticity.

The door between the carriages was suddenly pushed open, and a vending truck loaded with various drinks broke in, followed by a thin man behind the frame.

"Specialty purple raspberry juice, would you like a drink?"

A hoarse voice slowly sounded in the carriage, and the man in the cart seemed to be an exemplary worker who still stuck to his post after suffering from a serious cold, dutifully selling drinks.

"Didn't you post some passenger instructions that said there was no such purple drink?"

A young boy of twenty years of age, who could not say it, asked with interest on his face.

"We have it, would you like a drink?"

The man turned around a little stiffly, and his pale face looked even more sick against the dim light and dark red vest.

The boy hesitated after asking about the price, but finally bought a cup, and it was evident that it was copperpenny rather than paper that made him hesitate.

Just as the man handed out the drink, he suddenly showed a grim and eerie smile to the boy and whispered, "Welcome to join us."

The boy was startled, and his body shrank slightly, and the juice in his hand almost spilled on his body.

He looked up at the conductor who handed him a drink, only to see the red vest standing up straight, pushing the car forward without squinting, he wanted to shout at the red vest to stop, angrily scolded him and frightened himself, but he still couldn't help but didn't speak, he could only muttered angrily: "What the hell!"