Lord of the Mysteries

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“Why do confidential documents escorted mention utopia?

“What’s so special about this place?

“…”

One thought after another flashed in Wendell’s mind, as if there was Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! In his ears.

At this moment, he had a feeling of just relaxing after using his brain too much, just like he was getting sick.

Wendell 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 every thing, which may be encountered in daily life.

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

It is common for rainstorm to cause temporary stoppage of steam trains. It is no coincidence that the stoppable station is related to the confidential documents in his hands.

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

Maybe it just mentioned a “Utopia” incidentally. My behavior will seriously violate the internal discipline. Perhaps this is the report of an intelligence officer secretly investigating “Utopia”. The content inside will determine to some extent that I am alive. Still dead … After struggling for a while, Wendell looked at the deep night outside the window and reached for the document.

Only if you are alive can you consider whether to be punished!

Wendell, who had made up his mind, quickly opened the paper bag outside and flipped through the documents inside.

Reading and reading, his hands shook slightly, only to feel a cold back, and even the stove burning coal could not be saved.

Regardless of the interpretation, the confidential report in his hands shows that there is a problem with utopia and that the entire town has a problem.

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

Wendell was dry for a while, as if to hear Death God dragging a sickle, slowly approaching his footsteps.

He was about to get up instinctively, but he managed to control himself in the end, without blindly reacting violently.

This was because he felt the darkness in the window, the room upstairs, and the corridor beside the door, with a pair of eyes watching him.

How to do? So far, no abnormality has occurred … This shows that if you do n鈥檛 know anything, it is possible to greet the dawn safely … Many materials I have seen show that I have shown that I have known that the surrounding environment is strange, only Caused the danger to break out in advance … However, it was impossible to do nothing and put 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 from Utopia.

鈥斺€擜t least most of them are normal people, and the city is full of dangers.

Of course, Wendell was also impossible. He rushed back like this. He had to make himself behave normally enough. It seemed that he had left the hotel in the middle of the night and returned to the steam train station for other reasons.

Thoughts broke out, Wendell put away the confidential report, stood up calmly, put on his coat, and brought the top hat.

Then, he carried the suitcase in one hand and the umbrella in the other, and walked to the door calmly, twisting the handle.

At this time, the corridor was dark, and only a few gas wall lights on each side emitted insufficient bright rays of light, adding a bit of human race to the environment that was so quiet that a sewing needle could be heard on the ground.

When Wendell stepped into the corridor, the wooden floor beneath him made a slight creak sound, which was so obvious on the extremely cold and silent night, and it spread far and far.

Frowning slightly, Wendell pretends to move forward as usual, close to the stairs in the Middle Section of the hallway.

He walked without any scruples and had no feeling of hiding.

Seeing the stairs getting closer and closer, a squeaking noise suddenly sounded behind him.

“Sir, where do you want to go?” A slightly intermittent male voice came into Wendell’s ear.

Wendell’s body froze, and he slowly turned back to see the wooden door of the “service room” open, and a waiter came out and stood in the shadow of the door.

He quickly smiled and said calmly:

“I have an important item that landed on a steam train. I was afraid of being taken away, so I had to return now.”

Speaking of which, he whispered:

“There was a murder in the hotel. I don’t want to stay here again. I can’t sleep at all.”

“I’m sorry.” The waiter bent slightly and responded.

“I’m not going to preach this thing.” Wendell promised nodded, while not stopping, and turned back towards the stairs.

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

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

At this time, no one exists in the hotel lobby. All items are hidden in the dark, and the blurred outlines are illuminated by some rays of light outside, just like a monster that only chooses to eat.

Wendell looked ahead and walked through the dark hall to the door.

He just pushed the door out, and suddenly heard a rustling voice behind him, which seemed to be a mouse in motion, and it seemed as if someone was approaching this side lightly.

Wendell’s head was numb for a while, but he still resisted the urge to run away and looked up at the sky that had stopped raining as usual.

Then, he sucked in the cold and clear air, distinguished the direction, and went to the steam train station.

His pace gradually accelerated, looking like a little afraid of the night, impatiently wanting to end this journey.

Walking around, Wendell saw a sign in the corner of his eye:

“Utopian Telegraph Bureau”

The Telegraph Bureau … Maybe you can try to sneak in and send an emergency telegram to the Beckland headquarters and Escorson military base, so that you can look forward to the rescue of half God … If I am really stuck here, I ca n鈥檛 leave. , This is the only way to save yourself … Wendell’s thoughts turned around and walked a few steps without a trace, and came to the door of the Utopian Telegraph Bureau.

He was not eager to find a place to dive in, but concentrateds one’s mind, listening to the movement inside with his ears tilted.

He then heard intermittent, heavier breathing.

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

Suddenly, that breathing stopped completely.

At this moment, all the hair on Wendell stood up.

His intuition told him that behind the gate of the Telegraph Bureau, there was a silhouette standing quietly there!

Without hesitation, Wendell immediately gave up the idea of 鈥嬧€媡elegraphing, crossed the gate, and continued on.

On the way down, even a gust of wind blew Wendle trembling with fear, fearing encountering unknown dangers.

In this way, time passed by Wendel’s torment, and finally, he returned outside the steam train station, and saw the door closed tightly, unable to enter.

This was not a problem for Wendell. He first handed the umbrella to the left hand carrying the luggage, and then went around to the side, found a wall, and pressed the palm of his hand.

After his feet landed steadily, Wendell was slightly relaxed, and hurried to the front platform.

Just then, there was a slightly unheard footsteps behind him.

“What are you doing here?” A deep, dull voice immediately sounded.

Wendell’s toes were fastened at once, and sweat was cold behind him.

He didn’t hesitate, while preparing to do it all the time, while turning his body a little bit stiffly to the back.

The first thing that caught his eye was a classic glass horse lantern, followed by the former platform staff.

Wendell was sighed and said with a bit of complaint:

“Such a night, such an environment, is not suitable to appear in this way.

“As a gentleman, try to avoid frightening others.”

“I’m not a gentleman.” The platform staff responded not too friendly.

Wendell pointed his finger at the corner of the platform:

“I went to the bathroom.”

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

“Then why did you come here?” The staff member asked.

“Lost.” Wendell replied succinctly.

Then, instead of ignoring each other, he walked towards the platform bathroom step by step.

Behind him, the staff member watched silently without opening.

This gave Wendell a lot of psychological pressure, but he kept his pace very well.

In the bathroom, under the gas wall light, Wendell took nearly one minute to relieve the tightness of the body and successfully urinated.

Returning to the steam train and looking at passengers who were lying and sleeping in different positions in the carriage, Wendell finally found a little sense of security.

For the next few hours, he has not slept, focusing on the accident.

Just as Wendell became dull with the ebbing of time, the sky shone a little, dispelling the darkness.

In the next 2 hours, travelers to Utopia returned one after another. Some bought a bottle of local famous red wine, some with haggard faces, and a hangover or a beating.

Wendell was very vigilant about them, but could not find the anomaly in the details.

W奴!

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

ku膩ng d膩ng ku膩ng d膩ng’s voice echoed, the train left Utopia station.

After that, they experienced another gloomy sky, but fortunately, without rainstorm, the sun quickly pierced the clouds and illuminated the earth.

For Wendell, all this is so normal, from the arrival of Utopia last night to the present-if the confidential report is hidden in his arms, he certainly does not think that Utopia will have any problems.

After the steam train arrived at the next station, which is also a familiar one, Wendell finally relaxed, his head pained again and again, and there was a feeling of excessive energy consumption.

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

Looking back, Wendell’s body suddenly sat upright:

When he pretended to go to the bathroom last night, he was carrying a suitcase and an umbrella in his hand, not at all like a temporary passenger in a steam train.

The platform staff did not discover this, or it was discovered, but it was not revealed for unknown purposes!