The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 184 Temporary Train Conductor

After some exploration, Zhang Dong gathered 21 parts, replaced the letters in the envelope with human skin paper, and learned the secret of the train.

He now looks like a down-and-out maintenance worker, but his gentle appearance also makes him look like an informal engineer.

Just after everything is done.

A news article appeared on the old blood-stained newspaper. The title of the news was The First Industrial Revolution.

Zhang Dong was a little confused by this newspaper. How could a ghost train be involved with the industrial revolution?
However, after looking around, he found that this train did have a strong sense of history. It was like an old antique, and it must have been manufactured very long ago.

"Is it possible that this thing is a product of Europe's first industrial revolution?"

Zhang Dong looked surprised and walked towards the locomotive with doubtful thoughts.

No matter what year it was produced, after such changes, the locomotive will most likely become different from before.

Maybe the train's control room will appear.

Push open the old metal door.

A black locomotive appeared in the field of vision. The body was the same as before. It was still a chimney with billowing white smoke. The steam engine was still making the sound of piston movement, and the wheels were grinding against the flesh and blood of the rails. The sound of collision is endless.

After a cursory glance.

Zhang Dong squinted his eyes and saw a small room that had never appeared before. This room was located between the locomotive and the first carriage, replacing the previous aisle.

There are windows on all sides of the cabin. Through the window, you can see a simple operating console and a steering wheel to control the direction.

The steering wheel is made of wood, and the lines on it are clearly visible. The console is very clean and tidy, and the various lever buttons are arranged in an orderly manner without a trace of dust. It seems like someone takes care of it regularly.

Zhang Dong looked around and finally focused on the wooden steering wheel.

It stands to reason that trains should not need a steering wheel. The direction of the vehicle is completely determined by the rails. Moreover, at first glance, the steering wheel looks very inconsistent with other parts, as if it was pieced together at random.

More importantly, it doesn't look like an ordinary car steering wheel, but like a ship's rudder.

The wooden handle with overflowing sections is the best sign.

"Why is there a rudder here?"

Zhang Dong frowned deeply, remembering the captain of the ghost ship in the original work. The captain's original form was also the rudder. Could the two be related?
Thinking.

He gently held the wooden rudder, and immediately felt a chill spreading along his skin, making him shiver.

Simultaneously.

The view from the window directly in front of the cab has also changed. Originally, more than half of the locomotive blocked the space, but now the locomotive is no longer visible. The view becomes wider, and there is only a flesh-and-blood railway track directly in front.

Try turning the rudder.

Zhang Dong felt a resistance, and no matter how much force he used, he couldn't shake it.

"It is impossible to change the direction of the train with brute force alone. It requires the blessing of supernatural power."

Similar to the supernatural bus, if you want to control this thing, you must use your own supernatural power. People with insufficient level cannot control this train.

Followed by.

Zhang Dong urged the regular ghost to concentrate his power on his right hand, and then turned the rudder again.

This time the rudder obviously moved at a slight angle, and the entire train began to turn toward the right front. The carriages following it also tilted, squeezed each other, collided, and made creaking sounds.

Even the flesh and blood rails turned slightly.

suddenly.

Just after Zhang Dong changed the direction of the train, the envelope he had just placed on the control desk lost its color and quickly became transparent. The human skin paper inside spontaneously stretched out, and lines of twisted black text emerged.

"Dear friend, when you read the contents of this letter, I will be dead. My name is David, I am from England and I am an outstanding engineer."

"I have dedicated my life to science. I am an atheist and I have spent my life building this train. It is my hope for the future."

“The science and technology of this era is in a period of vigorous development. The gears are turning, the steam engines are roaring, and electricity is making the light bulbs brighter. Everything seems to be moving in a beautiful direction, which makes me full of excitement about the future world. Yearning." "But a sudden accident completely broke my understanding of the world. Those dead souls, ghosts, and corpses were like greedy reptiles eating away at my dreams, and I gradually became a decadent person. puppet."

"Unfortunately, I became one of them, and although I gained immense power, my faith collapsed as a result."

"At the moment when my life is counting down, I transformed this train, hoping that it can ride on my dream to the future and see what the world of my dreams looks like."

"I always believe that the supernatural age is just an inconspicuous stop of human civilization, and the real journey always belongs to science."

"Thank you for reading, and I hope you can witness the end of this train with me."

"Love you, David."

The black writing was densely packed, covering the entire human skin, and the content on it shocked Zhang Dong even more.

I couldn’t help but speculate about the identity of David in the letter.

It is not difficult to infer from the content that he should be an ordinary scientist during the first industrial revolution. He accidentally controlled a ghost and became a ghost controller, and gained powerful power.

In the early days of paranormal recovery, this was not a blessing but a misfortune for him.

Because the appearance of the supernatural broke his belief in science and let him know that there are many things in the world that cannot be explained by science.

So he is very eager to know what will happen in the future and whether the supernatural world has been ended.

Thus, Ghost Train was born.

Its existence seemed to be prepared to deal with the evil ghosts, but now it was manipulated by the priests of the God-killing Cult and became a murderous weapon.

There is only so much content on the human skin paper, the writing has not disappeared, and no new content has emerged.

The imaginary enhancement of the ability to predict did not appear, it only served as a carrier for the content of the letter.

"Although this ghost master named David is already very powerful, he does not have the ability to predict and can only rely on a train that never stops to travel to the future."

"So, the information about this train has been confirmed."

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly, he put away the human skin paper, and no longer had any illusions.

Now that the secret of this train has been solved, the driver's cab has successfully appeared, and he should have gained control. He may not be the permanent conductor, but temporarily controlling the train should not be a problem.

After all, his letter is a fake, and the real letter is in the hands of the priest. It is good to gain short-term control.

"Then where should I drive you?"

Zhang Dong frowned and looked around through the car window.

Even though it is known that David's original intention of creating the ghost train was not to kill people, it is impossible to leave this thing in the hole. When the time is right, it will be completely demolished.

The level of terror of this thing is too high, and it is the nemesis of almost all ghost masters and ghosts.

It is almost impossible for future generations to fight against it.

Thinking briefly.

He glanced at the scene outside the window and suddenly saw a small patch of thick black covering a corner of a certain city.

This black haze is so eye-catching that one can clearly see its appearance even from such a distance. It is like a dark spot on the retina, making it difficult to ignore.

Zhang Dong's expression condensed, and he realized that this black spot was not a real haze, but rather resembled a ghost land.

And very familiar.

suddenly.

His eyes suddenly widened.

"This is the ghost land of ghosts"

(End of this chapter)