Chapter 1333: Shocking in the middle of the night

Why do the confidential documents escorted about utopia?

What's special about this place?

……

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

At this moment, he felt like he had just relaxed after using his brain too much, just like he was about to get sick.

Wendel quickly forced himself to calm down, carefully recalled the experiences after coming to Utopia, and found that there was no problem with the details of each thing, and it was something that might happen in daily life.

The only thing that made him feel uneasy was that his arrival was too coincidental:

It is common for steam trains to temporarily stop stations due to storms. The site where they stop is related to the confidential documents in his hands is by no means a coincidence.

Wendel stared at the confidential document on the table with a calm expression, hesitating whether to take it apart and read it carefully.

Perhaps it was just a utopia, my behavior would seriously violate internal discipline, or perhaps this was the report of a certain intelligence officer secretly investigating Utopia, and the contents in it would determine to some extent whether I would survive or die... After struggling for a while, Wendel looked at the deep night outside the window and reached out to the document.

Only by living can we consider whether to be punished!

Wendel, who made up his mind, quickly opened the paper bag outside and flipped through the machine-printed documents inside.

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

No matter what the interpretation is, the confidential report in his hand shows that there are problems with the utopia and the entire town.

This may not be a town that exists in the real world!

Wendel was dry and as if he heard the sound of death dragging his sickle slowly approaching his footsteps.

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

This is because he feels that in the dark outside the window, in the room upstairs, and in the corridor beside the door, there are pairs of eyes staring at him.

what to do?

So far, no abnormality has happened... This shows that if you don't know anything, you may welcome the dawn safely... Many of the information I have read shows that you have known that there is a strange environment around you, which will only lead to the dangers that will break out early... However, you cannot do nothing and place your destiny on luck... Wendel recalled the dangers he had experienced before and quickly made a decision.

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

At least most of them are normal people, and the city is full of dangers.

Of course, it was impossible for Wendell to rush back like this. He had to act normally enough, and it seemed that he had left the hotel in the middle of the night and returned to the steam train station for another reason.

With a lot of thoughts, Wendel put away the confidential report, stood up calmly, put on his coat, and put on his top hat.

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

At this time, the corridor was dark, with only a few gas wall lamps on both sides emitting a light that was not bright enough, adding a bit of human atmosphere to the quiet environment that could be heard when a sewing needle fell to the ground.

As Wendel stepped into the corridor, the wooden floor under his feet made a slight creaking sound, which was so obvious on the extremely cold and quiet night that it was very far away.

Frowning slightly, Wendel took a step forward as if he was accustomed to the stairs located in the middle of the corridor.

He left without hesitation, and he had no feeling of hiding at all.

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

Sir, where do you want to go?A slightly intermittent male voice immediately came into Wendel's ears.

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

He quickly smiled and said in a calm tone:

I had important items on the steam train, and I was afraid that I would be taken away, so I had to return now.

Speaking of this, he complained in a low voice:

There was a murder in the hotel, and I didn't want to stay here, and I couldn't sleep at all.

terribly sorry.The waiter bent down slightly and responded.

I won't spread this.Wendel nodded and promised, not staying anymore, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Perhaps because the night was dim, he walked very carefully and cautiously, and every step seemed to be on the edge of a cliff.

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

At this time, there was no one in the hotel hall. All the items were hidden in the darkness, and the vague outlines were illuminated by the slight outside, like monsters who chose people to eat.

Wendel looked ahead, walked through the dark hall and arrived at the door.

As soon as he pushed the door out, he suddenly heard a rustling sound from behind, which seemed to be a mouse moving, and it seemed that someone was approaching here with a very light pace.

Wendel's back of his head felt numb, but he still resisted the urge to run away and looked up at the sky that had stopped raining.

Then he took a sip of the cold and clear air, identified the direction, and headed towards the steam train station.

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

As he walked, Wendel saw a sign from the corner of his eyes:

Utopian Telegraph Bureau

The Telegraph Office... Maybe you can try to sneak in and shoot an emergency telegram to the Beckland headquarters and the Escoson military base respectively, so that you can expect the rescue of the demigods... If I am really trapped here and cannot leave, this is the only way to save myself... Wendell changed his mind and took a few steps in a diagonal manner without a trace, and came to the door of the Utopian Telegraph Office.

Instead of rushing to find a place to dive in, he focused and listened to the movements inside.

He then heard the intermittent, heavier breathing.

This made Wendel sometimes feel that there was no one inside, and sometimes he thought that there was more than one person.

Suddenly, the breathing stopped completely.

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

His intuition told him that behind the gate of the Telegraph Bureau, a figure stood quietly there!

Without hesitation, Wendel immediately gave up the idea of ​​shooting a telegram, crossed the door and continued to move forward.

On the way to the next journey, even if a gust of wind blew, Wendel was trembling, afraid of encountering unknown dangers.

In this way, time passed by Wendel's torture. Finally, he returned to the outside of the steam train station and saw that the door was closed and could not enter.

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

After his feet landed steadily, Wendel breathed a little relieved and walked forward without any speed or slow.

At this moment, an inaudible sound of footsteps came from behind him.

what are you doing here?A low and hoarse voice rang out.

Wendel's toes tightened, and cold sweat broke out behind him.

He did not hesitate, and while preparing to take action, he turned his body slightly stiffly to the rear.

The first thing that caught his eye was a classical glass lantern, and then the previous platform staff member.

Wendel breathed a sigh and said with some complaint:

Such nights and such environments are not suitable for this way.

As a gentleman, try to avoid frightening others.

I'm not a gentleman.The platform staff responded not very friendly.

Wendel pointed to a corner of the platform:

I went to the bathroom.

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

Then why are you here?the staff member asked.

Lost.Wendel replied concisely.

Then, he ignored the other party and walked towards the platform bathroom step by step.

Behind him, the staff member stared silently, without opening his mouth.

This put a lot of psychological pressure on Wendel, but he kept his pace very well.

In the bathroom, under the gas wall light, it took Wendel nearly a minute to relieve his tightness and successfully urinate.

Back on the steam train and looking at the passengers sleeping on different locations in the carriage, Wendel finally regained a little security.

For the next few hours, he didn't sleep, focusing on the accident.

Just as Wendel became dull with the passage of time, the sky shone little by little, dispelling the darkness.

Within the next two hours, travelers heading to Utopia returned one after another. Some bought a bottle of famous local red wine, while others looked haggard, looking like they were hungover or beaten.

Wendell was very alert to them, but he could not find any abnormalities in the details.

Wow!

Finally, the whistle sounded, and the steam train turned heavy and slowly from static.

The sound of clanging echoed, and the train left the Utopian Station.

After that, they experienced another darkness in the sky, but fortunately, without the storm, the sun quickly pierced the clouds and illuminated the earth.

For Wendel, it was all so normal, since he arrived at Utopia last night until now. If the confidential report had not been hidden in his arms, he would definitely not think there would be any problem with Utopia.

After the steam train arrived at the next station, which was also a familiar site, Wendel finally relaxed, his head sucked and felt like he was over-explosive.

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

In retrospect, Wendel's body suddenly sat upright:

When he went to the bathroom last night, he had a suitcase and an umbrella in his hand, not like a passenger who had temporarily gotten out of the steam train.

But the platform staff did not find this, or, in other words, they had discovered it, but did not expose it for unknown purposes!