"Why do the escort's classified documents mention utopia?

"What's so special about this place?

“......”

One thought after another flashed through Wendel's mind, and a buzzing sound seemed to echo in his ears.

At this moment, he had the feeling that he had just relaxed after overusing his brain, as if he was about to get sick.

Wendell quickly forced himself to calm down, and carefully recalled the various experiences since coming to Utopia, and found that there was nothing wrong with the details of everything, which could be encountered in daily life.

The only thing that made him feel less at ease was that his arrival was too coincidental:

It is not uncommon for a storm to cause a steam train to stop temporarily, but it is no coincidence that the stop has something to do with the classified documents in his possession.

Wendell stared at the classified document on the table with a calm expression, hesitating to take it open and read it carefully.

Maybe it's just a passing mention of "utopia", and my actions will be a serious violation of internal discipline, or maybe this is the report of a certain intelligence officer after secretly investigating "utopia", and the content of it will determine whether I live or die to some extent...... After struggling for a while, Wendell glanced out the window at the deep darkness of the night and reached for the document.

Only when you are alive can you consider whether you will be punished!

Determined, Wendell quickly opened the paper bag on the outside and flipped through the machine-typed documents inside.

As he read it, his hands trembled slightly, and he felt a chill on his back, and even the coal-burning stove could not save it.

Whichever way you read it, the confidential report in his hands shows that there is something wrong with utopia, and there is something wrong with the whole town.

This may not be a real-world town!

Wendel's mouth was dry, as if he heard the sound of death dragging his scythe and slowly approaching him.

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

This was because he felt that in the darkness outside the window, in the upstairs room, in the hallway by the door, there were pairs of eyes watching him.

So far, nothing has happened...... This shows that if you don't know anything, it is possible to meet the dawn safely...... I've seen a lot of information that shows that presumptuously showing that you know that there is something strange about your surroundings will only lead to an early outbreak of danger...... However, you can't do nothing and pin your fate on luck...... Wendell recalled the dangers he had experienced and quickly made a decision.

He was ready to return to the steam train immediately, to some extent out of utopia.

- At least most of the people there are normal, and the city is full of danger.

Of course, Wendell couldn't just rush back, he had to behave normally enough to look like he had left the hotel in the middle of the night and headed back to the steam train station for some other reason.

In the midst of his thoughts, Wendell put away the confidential report, stood up calmly, put on his coat, and put on his top hat.

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

The hallway was dark, and only a few gas lamps on each side gave off a light that was not bright enough, adding a human touch to the silence that could be heard on the ground by a sewing needle.

As Wendell stepped into the hallway, there was a slight creak from the wooden floor beneath his feet, which was so obvious in the cold, silent night that it could be heard far away.

With a slight frown, Wendell stepped forward as usual, approaching the staircase in the middle of the hallway.

He walked without scruples, and there was no sense of hiding at all.

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

"Sir, where are you going?" a slightly staccato male voice then came into Wendel's ears.

Wendel's body froze, and he slowly turned back, and saw the wooden door of the "service room" open, and a waiter walked out, standing in the shadow of the doorway.

He quickly smiled and said in a calm tone:

"I have important items left on the steam train, and I am afraid that someone will take them, so I have to return now. ”

Speaking of this, he whispered a complaint:

"There was a homicide at the hotel, I didn't want to stay here any longer, I couldn't sleep at all. ”

"I'm sorry. The waiter bent slightly, and responded.

"I'm not going to get it out there. Wendell nodded in agreement, and turned back to the stairs.

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

One step, two steps, three steps...... Wendel, who had been wary of the waiter behind him, finally returned to the first floor.

At this time, no one in the hotel hall existed, and all the items were hidden in the dark, and the outline was blurred by the light outside, like a monster that only chose people to devour.

Wendell looked ahead, through the dark hall, and reached the door.

He had just pushed the door open when he heard a rustling sound behind him, as if there were rats moving and as if someone was approaching this side with a very light step.

The back of Wendel's head tingled, but he resisted the urge to run away, and looked up at the sky where the rain had stopped.

Then, he took a breath of cold, clear air, made his way to the steam train station.

His pace gradually increased, and he looked a little scared of the night, and he couldn't wait to end the trip.

As he walked, Wendell saw a signboard out of the corner of his eye:

"Utopia Telegraph Office"

Telegraph office...... Perhaps you can try to sneak in and take an urgent telegram to Beckland HQ and Eskerson Military Base, respectively, so that you can expect rescue from the demigods...... If I'm really stuck here and can't get out, that's the only way to save myself...... Wendel thought for a moment, and walked diagonally a few steps without a trace, to the door of the Utopia Telegraph Office.

Instead of rushing to find a place to dive into, he focused and listened intently to the action inside.

He then heard the sound of staccatock, heavy breathing.

This made Wendell sometimes feel that there was no one in it at all, and sometimes he thought that there was more than one person.

Suddenly, the sound of breathing stopped completely.

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

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

Without hesitation, Wendell immediately gave up the idea of tapping the telegram, crossed the gate, and continued on his way.

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

In this way, time passed in Wendel's torment, and at last, he returned to the outside of the steam train station, where the gate was closed and could not be entered.

This was not difficult for Wendel, who first handed the umbrella to his left hand carrying his luggage, then went around to the side, found a wall, pressed his palm, rose into the air, and easily flipped over.

After landing on his feet steadily, Wendell breathed a sigh of relief and walked unhurriedly towards the platform ahead.

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

"What are you doing here?" a low, hoarse voice sounded.

Wendel's toes were clenched, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

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

The first thing that caught his eye was a classic glass lantern, and then the platform worker from before.

Wendell exhaled and said with a bit of a complaint:

"A night like this, an environment like this, is not suitable for this kind of appearance.

"As a gentleman, try not to frighten others. ”

"I'm not a gentleman. The platform staff member didn't respond too kindly.

Wendell casually pointed to the corner of the platform:

"I'll go to the bathroom. ”

He had long observed the environment and layout of the platform.

"Then why did you come here?" the staff member asked.

"Lost. Wendell replied succinctly.

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

Behind him, the staff member watched in silence and did not speak.

It put a lot of psychological pressure on Wendel, but he kept his pace steady 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, looking at the sleeping passengers in different parts of the carriage, Wendell finally regained a sense of security.

For the next few hours, he stayed awake and focused on preparing for the unexpected.

Just as Wendell became dull to the passage of time, the sky lit up little by little, dispelling the darkness.

Over the next two hours, Utopia travelers returned, some buying a bottle of the famous local red wine, some looking haggard and looking like they had not woken up from a hangover or had been beaten up.

Wendell was wary of them, unable to detect anomalies in detail.

Woo!

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

The clatter echoed as the train departed from Utopia Station.

After that, they experienced another darkening of the sky, but fortunately, no storm came, and the sun soon pierced the clouds and illuminated the earth.

It had all been normal for Wendel, since he had arrived at Utopia last night—and he certainly didn't think there would have been anything wrong with Utopia if it weren't for the classified report in his arms.

When the steam train arrived at the next station, which was also the familiar one, Wendell finally relaxed, his head throbbing for a while, and he felt like he was overused.

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

In retrospect, Wendel's body suddenly sat upright:

When he went to the bathroom under the pretext of last night, he carried a suitcase and an umbrella in his hand, not at all like a passenger who had come down from a steam train.

And the platform staff didn't find out about it, or rather, it did, but it didn't debunk it for unknown reasons!