The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 53 Luxury Sightseeing Train (4)

"Can this thing really be put into your mouth?" Su Ninglong confirmed with Lian Xinyi, and she used the lid to fiddle with the sea clams' legs.

Lian Xinyi nodded gently. "Yes, they can be eaten. Eating sea slug tentacles raw is a popular eating activity for many internet celebrities. I've tried it myself. The more lively it twists, the fresher and more delicious it is."

Sea clams are one of the most popular foods on the ocean planet. They look a bit strange, but they are crispy and sweet when eaten raw. With the spicy seasoning, the taste is so strong that it can reach your head.

I missed her so much that even Xinyi was drooling, and the saliva unconsciously spread to the corners of his mouth.

Su Ninglong was replaced by silence.

What’s the difference between this and swallowing the secret spirit alive?
Lian Xinyi knew that in the eyes of some people, this was basically equivalent to pica.

"Since everyone eats sashimi, eating raw sea clams shouldn't be a big deal."

Su Ninglong quickly put the insulation cover back on. The aftertaste of Xin Yi eating raw sea clams legs was still stimulating Su Ninglong. It turns out that secret spirits can also be eaten?

No, this is not a secret spirit, it just looks like a secret spirit.

Nine thousand years of experience seem pale at this moment.

It seems to have become normal for some humans to secretly covet the secret spirits.

After all, she still has little experience.

"You are very brave." She ate something she would never dare to eat in her life.

Lian Xinyi was speechless and wanted to squat in the corner to count mushrooms. It was the first time he was praised by a stranger, and it was because he could eat and dared to eat.

When the metal door closed, a sinister gaze followed them from behind.

Su Ninglong ignored him. Compared with the malice that permeated the train, the goateed man's malicious gaze was too low-class.

Su Ninglong flipped her fingertips and produced an electronic note-taking pen like magic.

Three minutes ago, it was pinned on the lapel of the man with a goatee.

Su Ninglong originally planned to stab the other person's throat with it, but when she saw it was a notepad, she changed her mind.

When my fingertips touched the raised button on the pen cap, a cold mechanical sound rang out.

"Carrier 999 has volunteered to participate in this social experiment. Please board the luxury sightseeing train GU009 to..."

The repetitive cold sound made Lian Xinyi feel cold all over for no reason.

"An experiment? What kind of experiment? It sounds like some conspiracy."

"Don't forget, we are still in the simulator. Everything is a simulated home built to eliminate the mysterious spirit." Su Ninglong tapped the pen cap lightly to end the audio.

"No, don't you know?"

"Huh? What don't you know?" Su Ninglong threw the notepad accurately into the trash can next to the sink three meters away. She didn't dare to carry the goateed man's things with her.

I still remember the cracked eye on the telescope.

Su Ninglong doesn't want to become another Bokton.

It was rare to encounter something Su Ninglong didn't understand. Lian Xinyi felt a faint excitement, her neck flushing as she explained, "The update for Zhisuan No. 1 states that when fighting a secret spirit at 100% strength, we will try our best to recreate the scene within the secret spirit-contaminated area. The calculated sequence of all objects and events will not deviate by more than 5%."

He added his opinion with a beaming expression, "In other words, such an important clue would never be placed in the scene without any evidence. It must have been based on evidence found in reality."

Su Ninglong looked at the young man's shining fangs and asked, "What you want to say is, has this scene ever happened in real life?"

"Yes." Lian Xinyi said confidently, "Shen Zhaoming has carefully analyzed every new statement released by Zhisuan No. 1."

My good brother is a tough guy who can read the update instructions as if they were a detective novel, and he can squeeze out three pounds of truth from one note.

Lian Xinyi raised the corners of his eyebrows proudly, feeling sincerely happy to have met such a powerful brother.

He is indeed an innocent (silly and cute) righteous young man.

However, at least he can remember his brother's words instead of just seven seconds, which makes him better than Xiaoliu.

Su Ninglong stepped into carriage No. 2. The bedroom here was larger than the bedroom in the carriage behind. Even the cast iron door was one-third wider.

At the end of the corridor, two large men in flight attendant uniforms looked at the two men suspiciously and said, "Stop! You two look like strangers. What are you doing here?"

"You don't need to have seen it." Su Ninglong responded calmly, opened the door next to him, pushed Lian Xinyi in, and then closed the door.

As soon as he entered here, Lian Xinyi panicked.

It's pitch black. Why is there no light in this place? There are no windows either.

"Sister Su, where is this? Where did we enter?"

Su Ninglong said calmly, "Goatee's bedroom."

Hearing this answer, Lian Xinyi got goose bumps on the back of his neck.

This place is very cold, as cold as a morgue. The low temperature penetrates the nanosuit and seeps into the skin, seeming to condense into ice.

"The teachers at Star Alliance Academy should have told you that if you encounter a secret spirit, try to avoid it. If you encounter one without understanding it, you will die faster."

Su Ninglong's reckless behavior made Lian Xinyi lose all sense of security.

He really wanted to go back to his friends. Even if he was laughed at as a coward, it would only bring him a brief moment of anger and then make him forget everything.

Perhaps this is the fate of masochists.

"Calm down, he's not dead yet." Su Ninglong turned on the flashlight as if nothing had happened. "The teacher didn't say that we have to act like an ostrich when we see clues."

A large full-length floor-to-ceiling mirror appeared in front of me.

The mirror surface, shrouded in gray mist, was covered with vascular lines that resembled red wine stains.

Where the human figure should have been reflected, a topological shadow is now lurking.

Lian Xinyi's eyelids twitched, he clenched his fists tightly, and cold sweat slid down his spine.

Something beyond cognition is staring at them from the mirror dimension.

Plop, plop...fear quietly takes root deep in my heart.

The thought of running away reached its peak, but Lian Xinyi's feet seemed to be fixed in place, unable to move.

The monster in the mirror suddenly twitched and stretched out, and a dull sound like wet wood breaking could be heard under its skin.

On the surface of the hunched humanoid torso, more than a hundred human arms were observed to be growing out of place.

All the arm joints were abnormally swollen and twisted, like soaked monster beans.

"Plop, plop", a sticky liquid seeped out from between the fingers of each arm, dripping at a slow pace, but it was still connected.

"Don't look at it." Su Ninglong's warning was a little late.

Lian Xinyi couldn't control his gaze, wanting to find its head and its eyes.

After committing suicide twice in a row, his retina suddenly felt a burning pain and tears kept flowing down, but he couldn't resist not looking.

Mental pollution accumulates infinitely.

The flashlight shines directly onto the mirror, shining a spotlight on the monster. The frozen monster slowly turns around at a strange angle.

The swollen arms swung and moved like a deep-sea octopus hunting, and at the same time made grasping gestures.

Suddenly sprinted towards them.

Lian Xinyi squeezed out a hoarse cry with all his strength, "Run."

Su Ninglong gracefully turned off the light, and the two of them were once again plunged into pitch-black darkness.

Lian Xinyi heard his own heartbeat being infinitely amplified in his skull, not much different from the background sound in a horror movie.

He was so scared that he almost suffocated.

"You're crazy..."

"Don't turn off the lights and wait for the monster in the mirror to rush out? We can't defeat it."

"No..." Turning off the lights can stop the monsters from coming out?
Does not seeing the monster mean it doesn't exist?
"The monster is probably a light-sensitive spirit. Turning on the light is like handing the spirit an invitation."

The moment the light was turned on, an ominous aura continuously washed over the space. When it returned to darkness, the ominous aura had mostly disappeared.

Lian Xinyi was skeptical. Having not yet worked closely with Su Ninglong, he still tended to follow his own instincts.

He couldn't help but touch the flashlight with his hands, but he tended to sweat when he was nervous, especially his palms, which felt slippery whenever he touched them.

As his fingertips touched the metal shell, his hand slipped and the tool slipped from his sweaty palm and fell to the ground with a clang.

"Damn." He cursed and raised his foot to pick it up.

The soles of his shoes sank into some slippery, jelly-like substance.

His light blond curly hair was stretched into straight lines out of fear, and the sticky touch instantly made him imagine the scene of a monster crawling out of the camera.

Would he be swallowed silently, not even feel any pain, or even realize that he was dead?

At this moment, Lian Xinyi didn't dare to squat down to retrieve the flashlight, nor did he dare to explore further.

"Let's... go out." Lian Xinyi's trembling voice was filled with begging, and he staggered back a few steps.

I raised my hand to feel around, but my fingers, which should have touched the door panel, were always hanging in mid-air.

He had only taken two steps forward after entering, but how come he couldn't touch the wall?

Lian Xinyi's thoughts were in turmoil, and he couldn't analyze the situation calmly. He told Su Ninglong, "The door... the door disappeared."

He took two more steps and reached out to touch the surroundings, but still encountered no obstacles.

"You'd better not move. The curvature of space is unstable now. Every step you take may lead you into the folding area." Su Ninglong said.

"What's the spatial rate?" Lian Xinyi added aggrievedly, "I've never passed math."

"This is common sense and has nothing to do with mathematics." Su Ninglong said, "You can understand it as a change in space. You think you are moving forward, but in fact you may be moving backward."

"I understand. Can you explain it in simpler terms? The space is knotted."

Su Ninglong: “…” That’s fine, as long as you can understand it.

In the darkness that surrounded me, a sense of being watched came from all directions.

The slight fluctuations coming from the space are like falling into a maze again, and the feeling of reversed space.

Putting them in a dilemma.

Su Ninglong murmured, "Turning on the lights attracts monsters, turning off the lights traps me in a spatial maze. Should I choose to be eaten or get lost?"

The young man's voice was filled with tears. "I want to apply for off-field assistance, okay?"

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On the other hand, the team led by Shen Zhaoming was mainly responsible for inspecting the kitchen and cold storage room of the train.

In the semi-open kitchen, a chef wearing a tall hat was frying meat in a wok.

Steam billows from the oven, and the smoke is drawn away by the exhaust duct above.

This pre-interstellar fusion steampunk-style ventilation system reminded him of his mother's collection of vintage model trains.

Shen Zhaoming first sent a message to Su Ninglong, saying that they had arrived at the kitchen and were about to search.

As soon as the message was successfully sent, Su Ninglong replied to him in seconds, "Don't enter the third car. It's dangerous and difficult to avoid."

"Ning...Captain, are you in danger?" Sally lowered her loud voice, and the Green Scale people's unique crisis warning made the scales on both sides of her cheeks stand up.

The sound of chopping meat in the kitchen made her mind repeatedly imagine the scene of the body being dismembered.

Just as Su Ninglong said, her body reacted faster than her mind and she was the first to notice the oppressive feeling brought by the environment, but she was too slow to notice it.

"Since she can come back to us, she must be out of danger." Lei Qingya trusts Su Ninglong a little more than Lian Xinyi. After all, Su Ninglong is a little genius who can compete with her in spearmanship.

"Not necessarily. Canary didn't reply to me. We lost contact." Shen Zhaoming not only sent a message to Su Ninglong, but also sent a message to Lian Xinyi.

Lei Qingya stared at the blue light that kept flashing on Shen Zhaoming's glasses. It was the waterfall of data generated by the analysis of the glasses.

"I hope he's okay. Will the captain just abandon him?"

"We can't get rid of him. He's stickier than dog-skin ointment." Shen Zhaoming made his judgment based on his understanding of Lian Xinyi.

Sally also comforted her, "Don't worry, the captain is a quasi-hunter that even Teacher Yun Fei praised. She has already taken in a real-life secret spirit and is more capable than us. She's also a very kind person and won't sit idly by and ignore Canary."

"Really?" Lei Qingya and Shen Zhaoming looked at her at the same time.

"Well, there's no need for me to lie to you." Sally likes her deskmate Su Ninglong more and more. Although she is young, she is not affected by the class atmosphere.

All the classmates looked down on her, but she was happy to be friends with them, taking them into the simulator and letting two adults play with her.

This was a treatment Sally had never enjoyed before.

Sally is still young, and her character is the shortest among the five.

She tiptoed on the kitchen glass, her nose touching the condensation. "There are so many people in the kitchen. Can I ask them directly?"

Lei Qingya wasn't very old, just eighteen, and her way of thinking was very straightforward. "Why ask a question? Just ask if we can search the kitchen?"

She imagined the scene of herself rushing into the kitchen, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Hahaha." Sally laughed dryly: "I'm just kidding."

There were too many people, and no matter how reckless they were, they would never be able to go in and look for something.

Shen Zhaoming stroked his chin in thought, peering through the glass at a casserole of stewed poultry feet. He couldn't help but wonder, "Are the only ingredients served on a luxury sightseeing train the ones sold by the pound in the market?"

"I've never seen such a bizarre theme."

When it comes to food, rich people eat exotic and rare foods, but rarely spend a lot of money on everyday ingredients. Especially on trains, meals can basically only be eaten in the restaurant.

In public, most people prefer to remain modest.

It is difficult to eat things like pig's feet and chicken feet gracefully and spit out bones frequently.

Lei Qingya has learned all the necessary etiquette, and her neutral dress is just to resist her father's dictatorship.

She asked herself if she could gnaw on bones with a sense of nobility.

The aroma of stewed food wafted from the kitchen, and a chef was cutting the ligament of chicken feet using an anatomically incorrect method.

Sally: "Is it possible that the ingredients are related to the secret spirit?"

Lei Qingya shook his head: "The secret spirits can't carry food onto the train."

"The secret spirit may not be able to do that, but humans can. The focus should not be on the kitchen, but on the cold storage. We can get more information there."

Shen Zhaoming gestured to his companions to look at the kitchen helper who was swiping the card to open the cold storage.

(End of this chapter)