Why would the confidential document I'm escorting mention Utopia?
What's so special about this place?
"…"
Thoughts flashed through Wendel's mind as a buzzing sound echoed in his ears.
At that moment, he felt like he had just relaxed after overworking his brain. It was as though he was about to fall sick.
Wendel quickly forced himself to calm down and carefully recalled his experiences after coming to Utopia. He realized that there were no problems with the details of everything. They were all things that could happen in daily life.
The only thing that made him worried was that his arrival was too coincidental.
It was common for steam locomotives to stop at a station due to a storm, but it was definitely not a coincidence that the station they stopped at was related to the confidential document in his hands.
Wendel stared at the confidential document on the table with a solemn expression, hesitating if he should open it and read it carefully.
Perhaps it only mentioned "Utopia" in passing, and my actions would be a serious violation of internal affairs. Perhaps this is the report of a certain intelligence agent after secretly investigating Utopia. The contents inside will determine whether I survive or die to a certain extent … After struggling for a while, Wendel looked at the dark night outside the window and reached out for the document.
Only by staying alive can I consider whether I should be punished!
Having made up his mind, Wendel quickly opened the paper bag and flipped through the machine-printed document inside.
As he read, his hands trembled slightly. He felt a chill run down his back. Even the burning furnace couldn't save him.
No matter how he interpreted it, the confidential report in his hands showed that there was a problem with Utopia. There was a problem with the entire town.
This might not be a town that existed in the real World!
Wendel felt his mouth go dry. It was as though he could hear the footsteps of Death dragging its scythe as it slowly approached him.
He instinctively wanted to get up, but in the end, he controlled himself and didn't blindly react.
This was because he felt that in the darkness outside the window, in the room upstairs, and in the corridor by the door, there were pairs of eyes watching him.
What should I do? Up to now, nothing abnormal has happened … This means that if I don't know anything, it's possible for me to safely welcome dawn … I've read a lot of information that shows that rashly showing that I already know that the surrounding environment is strange will only cause the danger to erupt ahead of time … However, I can't do nothing and place my fate on luck … Wendel recalled the various dangers he had experienced and quickly made a decision.
He was prepared to return to the steam locomotive immediately and leave Utopia to a certain extent.
At the very least, most of the people there were normal people, while the city was filled with danger.
Of course, it was impossible for Wendel to rush back just like that. He had to make himself appear normal enough, as if he had left the hotel in the middle of the night and returned to the steam locomotive station for other reasons.
Amidst his thoughts, Wendel put away the confidential report and calmly stood up. He put on his coat and top hat.
Then, with his suitcase in one hand and his umbrella in the other, he calmly walked to the door and turned the handle.
At this time, the corridor was dark, with only a few gas wall lamps on both sides emitting a dim light. It was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop on the ground, adding a touch of humanity to the environment.
When Wendel stepped into the corridor, the wooden floorboards beneath his feet creaked slightly. This was so obvious in the extremely cold and silent night that it spread far and wide.
Frowning slightly, Wendel pretended to walk forward and approached the staircase in the middle of the corridor.
He walked without any scruples. He did not feel like he was hiding at all.
Seeing that the staircase was getting closer and closer, he suddenly heard a creaking sound behind him.
"Sir, where are you going?" A slightly stuttering male voice entered Wendel's ears.
Wendel's body froze. He slowly turned back and saw the wooden door of the "service room" open. An attendant walked out and stood in the shadows of the door.
He quickly smiled and said calmly, "I left something important on the steam locomotive.
"I left something important on the steam locomotive. I'm afraid that someone will take it away, so I have to return now."
At this point, he complained softly, "There was a murder in the hotel.
I don't want to stay here any longer. I can't sleep at all. "
"I'm very sorry." The attendant bowed slightly in response.
"I won't publicize this matter." Wendel nodded as he promised. Without staying any longer, he turned around and walked towards the stairs.
Perhaps it was because the night was dim, but he walked very carefully. Every step he took felt like he was walking on the edge of a cliff.
One step, two steps, three steps … Wendel, who had been wary of the attendant behind him, finally returned to the first floor.
At this moment, there was no one in the hotel lobby. All the items were hidden in the darkness. The faint light outside illuminated their blurry silhouettes, making them look like monsters that were about to devour someone.
Wendel looked ahead, passed through the dark lobby, and arrived at the door.
Just as he pushed open the door and walked out, he suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him. It sounded like a mouse was moving, but it also sounded like someone was approaching him with light footsteps.
The back of Wendel's head went numb, but he resisted the urge to run. He looked up at the sky, which had stopped raining, as if nothing had happened.
Then, he took a deep breath of the cold and clear air, identified his direction, and walked towards the steam locomotive station.
His pace gradually quickened. He looked like he was a little afraid of the night and couldn't wait to end this journey.
As he walked, Wendel saw a signboard from the corner of his eye.
"Utopia Telegraph Office."
Telegraph Office … Perhaps I can try to sneak in and send an emergency telegram to the headquarters in Baekeland and the Eskelson military base. That way, I can hope for the demigods to rescue me … If I'm really trapped here and can't leave, this is the only way to save myself … With a thought, Wendel took a few steps diagonally and arrived at the entrance of the Utopia Telegraph Office.
He wasn't in a hurry to find a place to sneak in. Instead, he focused and listened to the movements inside.
Then, he heard intermittent, rather heavy breathing.
This made Wendel sometimes feel that there was no one inside, and sometimes, he felt that there was more than one person inside.
Suddenly, the sound of breathing completely stopped.
At that instant, all the hairs on Wendel's body stood on end.
His intuition told him that there was a figure standing quietly behind the door of the telegraph office!
Without any hesitation, Wendel immediately gave up on the idea of sending a telegram. He passed through the door and continued forward.
For the rest of the journey, even a gust of wind made Wendel tremble in fear, afraid of encountering unknown dangers.
Just like that, time passed bit by bit in Wendel's torment. Finally, he returned to the steam locomotive station and saw that the door was tightly shut, preventing him from entering.
This didn't pose a problem for Wendel. He first handed the umbrella to his left hand, which was carrying his luggage. Then, he circled to the side and found a wall. With a press of his palm, he leaped into the air and easily flipped over.
After landing firmly on the ground, Wendel heaved a sigh of relief and walked towards the platform at a moderate pace.
At this moment, an almost inaudible sound of footsteps came from behind him.
"What are you doing here?" A deep and hoarse voice sounded.
Wendel's toes tightened as cold sweat broke out on his back.
He didn't hesitate. As he prepared to attack at any moment, he turned his body stiffly to the back.
The first thing he saw was a classical glass lantern, followed by the staff member at the platform.
Wendel heaved a sigh of relief and grumbled, "That's right.
"As a gentleman, I have to try my best to avoid scaring others."
"I'm not a gentleman," the staff member replied in an unfriendly manner.
"I'm not a gentleman," the staff member replied in an unfriendly manner.
Wendel casually pointed to a corner of the platform.
"I'm going to the washroom."
He had long observed the environment and layout of the platform.
"Then, why are you here?" the staff member pressed.
"I'm lost," Wendel answered succinctly.
Then, he ignored the other party and walked towards the washroom on the platform.
Behind him, the staff member watched silently and did not speak.
This gave Wendel a lot of psychological pressure, but he maintained a steady pace very well.
In the washroom, under the illumination of the gas wall lamp, Wendel took nearly a minute to relieve the tension in his body and successfully peed.
After returning to the steam locomotive, Wendel finally found a sense of security as he looked at the passengers sleeping in different spots in the carriage.
In the next few hours, he didn't sleep and focused on guarding against any accidents.
Just as Wendel's perception of the passage of time became sluggish, the sky lit up bit by bit, dispersing the darkness.
In the next two hours, the passengers who had gone to Utopia returned one after another. Some bought a bottle of famous local red wine, while others looked haggard, as if they had a hangover or had been beaten up.
Wendel was filled with wariness towards them, but he couldn't discover any abnormalities from the details.
Whoosh!
Finally, the steam locomotive's whistle sounded, and the steam locomotive turned slowly and heavily.
Amidst the reverberating sounds, the train left Utopia Station.
After that, they experienced another gloomy sky. Fortunately, there was no storm. The Sun quickly pierced through the clouds and illuminated the land.
To Wendel, all of this was normal. It had been the same ever since he arrived at Utopia last night. If not for the confidential report being hidden in his arms, he definitely wouldn't have believed that there would be any problems with Utopia.
When the steam locomotive arrived at the next station, which was also a familiar station, Wendel finally relaxed. His head throbbed with pain, and he felt as if he had expended too much energy.
At this moment, he quickly reviewed his experience in Utopia.
As he recalled, Wendel suddenly sat up straight.
When he had used the excuse of going to the washroom last night, he had been carrying a suitcase and umbrella. He didn't look like a passenger who had temporarily disembarked from the steam locomotive.
As for the staff member at the platform, he didn't notice this. Or rather, he had already discovered it, but he didn't expose it for some unknown reason!
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