The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 183 The train bound for the future

After unremitting efforts, Zhang Dong finally collected 21 weird parts in 21 carriages. Although these parts have little relationship with each other, they can barely be understood to be used on the ghost train.

The last part comes from a strange figure in the first carriage. It is patiently reading an old blood-stained newspaper. There is nothing in the newspaper, but it reads it with gusto.

There is no suspense.

Zhang Dong snatched the newspaper from its hand and collected the last piece of the puzzle.

As he placed the 21 items in order on the muddy path, he instantly understood the important information of the train.

"All the parts seem to come from one person, no, to be precise, from a mission."

"This is a message delivery mission."

"Each item should have a different degree of importance. The closer to the locomotive, the more important it is. Therefore, the parts of the first dozen carriages are all used to splice together a ghost that can deliver messages. For example, crutches, work clothes, glasses, etc. are all a ghost. Used.”

"Some parts are used to maintain the normal operation of the train, such as gears, wrenches, shovels, etc., which are used on the train."

"Then after meeting the above two points, an extremely important letter appeared. It was put into a black envelope and taken by this train to an unknown place."

"Then whoever can master this letter can become the conductor of this ghost train."

"When there is no conductor in the driverless state, the ghosts on the car seem to spontaneously select a ghost to act as the conductor, so they will take these parts and select them layer by layer between different carriages, and finally collect other ghosts. Car parts and become a real train conductor.”

"The reason why these ghosts are stuck in the metal door of the carriage and does not continue to move is because someone has already become the train conductor. This person should be the priest of the God-killing Cult."

Since then, both this train and the ghost on board have been a foil, existing for that letter.

Zhang Dong stood in the first carriage and pondered for a long time, and finally came to these conclusions.

He looked at the 21 parts on the muddy path in his field of vision, and suddenly realized that although he had gathered the parts, he was still missing the most important thing.

"The contents of that letter."

There was no letter in the black envelope, and there was no content on the old blood-stained newspaper. As for the dense handwriting on the yellowed paper, it was probably not a real letter.

Most likely, the ghost wrote it himself in order to get through.

The real letter should have been included in the pastor's Bible.

So Zhang Dong still cannot become the conductor of this car.

He suddenly felt a little headache and a little annoyed.

"If I can't make up for the content of the letter, then all the work I've done will be in vain, and I don't know what the content of the letter is, and I can't revise it."

Things get tricky.

Zhang Dong stood by the window and glanced at the scene outside the window with a frown. He noticed that the train was running on a straight railway and the height seemed to be fixed.

The low temperature made the car windows full of ice, which greatly hindered the vision. It was impossible to see the situation on the ground clearly, and it was impossible to tell where we were driving.

"Where is this train going?"

Zhang Dong thought, if he could not figure out this problem, he would be powerless even if he wanted to tamper with the content of the letter.

"Bang, bang, bang!~"

There was a loud noise from the car, but it was still moving forward smoothly. There was nothing unusual about the passengers, who still had that weird smile.

Looking out the window at the bizarre scene.

Zhang Dong suddenly felt a pleasant feeling. This feeling was not a supernatural influence, but stemmed from the familiarity in his memory.

At this moment, he thought of his past.

When I was young.

He once sat on this kind of train and traveled with friends. He was very happy at that time and enjoyed the sound of the friction between the wheels and the rails. The roar of the engine made him even more excited.

This is a kind of pleasure that can only be obtained on a journey, and it is definitely not something that can be experienced by taking a train when returning home from another place.

Think of this.Zhang Dong's expression moved slightly, and he focused on each passenger again.

They seem to be enjoying this comfort too.

So, is this car also headed to a desirable place?

Where will this place be?
During the collision of thoughts, Zhang Dong held his breath, closed his eyes tightly and stood in the carriage, thinking hard.

seem.

No matter which train it is, whether it is realistic or supernatural, it all has one thing in common, that is, it has a desirable destination.

Different from the supernatural bus, sitting on the bus does not feel like traveling, but like working hard everywhere. But sitting on the train, I feel yearning for the destination inexplicably.

It's an expectation.

"Perhaps I have always understood it wrong. This train has no end at all."

Zhang Dong opened his eyes, a smile appeared on his lips, and he understood a lot of things in an instant.

His eyes became firm and he said to himself:
"This train will never stop. As long as there are supernatural beings in this world, it will go to the place where supernatural beings exist, so its destination is actually the future."

The future is the destination of every train.

No matter where the train goes, people are looking forward to the eternal arrival moment.

So that important letter was written by someone in the past to someone in the future.

The train is just a tool.

"Speaking of the future, maybe I have an item that can replace that letter."

Zhang Dong's expression moved slightly, and he took out the strange piece of human skin paper from his arms.

It can record information, and in the original work, it has the ability to predict the future. It is Yang Jian's golden finger in the original work, holding scalp-numbing information.

What's more, it never lies.

Although it is suspected of having consciousness, it can only plant traps in real information as much as possible, and cannot tamper with this information, because this is restricted by its laws.

So if this piece of human skin replaces the letter, can its precognitive ability be activated?
Or make the train change in some strange way?

Zhang Dong was thinking, feeling a little impatient.

The current human skin paper is useless and has almost no useful abilities. If it can be upgraded with the help of this ghost train, it will be an unprecedented improvement in helping Zhang Dong.

Just do it.

He took out the black envelope, folded the soft and cold human skin paper several times and stuffed it in. After the thick human skin paper entered the envelope, there was no trace of thickness at all, and the envelope returned to its previous state.

Subsequently.

Zhang Dong put on the dirty train work clothes, hung the wrench on his waist, put on gold-rimmed glasses, picked up the rusty shovel, and picked up the aging crutch.
Finally, he folded the blood-stained newspaper and put it in his pocket, picked up the black envelope containing the human skin paper and walked towards the locomotive.

His image has also undergone earth-shaking changes, completely turning into a down-and-out maintenance worker. The crutch in his hand also makes him look a little more elegant, especially the gold-rimmed glasses that make him look like a scholar.

He looks like a European gentleman from the last century.

at the same time.

All the ghosts in the carriage stopped what they were doing and turned their heads slightly towards him.

He became the center of attention on this train.

suddenly.

After doing all this, he felt a chill coming from his pocket. He immediately took out the old blood-stained newspaper and noticed that lines of black printing appeared on the blank newspaper.

And a line of even bigger words suddenly appeared on the newspaper's title: The First Industrial Revolution.

(End of this chapter)