Chapter 49: Who Is The Train Conductor?
Although this face was much cleaner than in his previous life, Su Huan recognized the motorcycle guy, this scammer, at a glance.
The broken car he modified for him needed major repairs twelve times a month and minor repairs thirty-six times.
Repaired more diligently than his fingernail.
Just because of this broken car, the two dealt with each other for a year and ended up getting familiar.
But Su Huan still confirmed once, “What’s your name?”
“Huang Hai, you can just call me Old Huang.” The glasses man quickly answered.
Su Huan couldn’t help but curl the corner of his mouth, opened the back car door, and said in a harsh tone, “Get in!”
But the two had no qualms about his tone, their faces filled with the purest gratitude.
Old San nearby was somewhat puzzled, “These two are your friends?”
“Don’t know them.”
Old San stepped on the clutch and shifted gears, even more confused on his face, “Then why let these two unknowns come up?”
Su Huan patiently explained, “There are six or seven of them, and if we’re just four people, won’t the scene look weak?”
“We have guns.”
“But we also need to sleep. How can four people watch over the hundreds behind? We save these two, and since they don’t know the people on the train well, they’ll definitely get close to us. If something happens, they can help us, right?”
Su Huan said “us” four times in one breath.
Old San listened more and more clearly, sighing, “Cultivate confidants, control more people, this trick is good. Old Da always says I have lots of bad ideas, but I see you’re the one full of bad water!”
Su Huan’s eye twitched, he opened his mouth not knowing what to say, and only after a while spat out, “I’ll take it as a compliment.”
‘This dumbass…’
……
The latter half of the journey was basically uneventful. Although there were zombies that didn’t know death, high-explosive incendiary rounds treated every flesh-and-blood monster equally.
Su Huan even took the time to drag up a blood hound.
Cats and dogs are the most numerous large animals in the city. Although birds and insects are more numerous, very few mutate. He guessed it was because their size couldn’t absorb much general energy.
Energy and flesh aren’t in equal proportion, but to carry more energy, one needs a stronger body.
When the fire truck drove back beside the train, the sun was already setting.
The three bloodstained fire trucks quickly attracted everyone’s attention, especially the one in front with the road sign embedded in it.
The engine vibrated slightly, and the three vehicles drove into the fence gap one after another.
Afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, Su Huan jumped down ahead of time.
The three brothers and Huang Hai followed closely behind.
Old San cautiously looked around, and seeing the train, he trusted Su Huan beside him even more.
Old Da said in surprise, “There are quite a few people here.”
The returning passengers nearby saw the leader was Su Huan and immediately dodged to both sides. Those walking in front also kept looking back and avoiding the road.
Old Er carefully elbowed Old San with his arm and whispered, “Why does this group seem so afraid of Old Si?”
Old San gave him a glare and said irritably, “Talking nonsense. Look at what you’re holding in your arms, how could they not be afraid?”
Su Huan walking in front smiled without speaking.
Soon they saw Yu Jing directing workers to move steel plates in the high temperature. Before she could speak, Su Huan said first, “The train conductor is back.”
A flat greeting.
Yu Jing looked at the smiling Su Huan and felt it somewhat strange, not knowing how to respond, so she just ambiguously “mm”-ed.
This greeting was a statement in Yu Jing’s ears, but became a question for the three brothers.
So they obtained the information.
The train conductor is inside!
Watching Su Huan boldly leading them into the train.
Old San was also a bit nervous and quietly tugged Su Huan’s arm, saying urgently, “Old Si, we’re just going in like this?”
Su Huan rubbed his chin, “Yeah, or what?”
“No need for a plan or something?”
“Like?”
“We split up, control the train conductor after going in, then some of us agitate the suppressed passengers, and we force out the train conductor and his cronies…”
Su Huan asked curiously, “Why do that?”
“To occupy the moral high ground! You’re young and don’t understand. If we just kill that train conductor outright, wouldn’t we become the new bandits?”
“But if we drag him out and you lead everyone to harshly denounce that bastard in front of the crowd, it helps you get revenge and satisfaction, and also wins the masses’ support. Think about it, isn’t that the logic?”
Old San clapped his hands, saying animatedly.
Su Huan’s mouth twitched, his face showing a forcibly suppressed weirdness, “Actually, no need for that much trouble. Just follow me.”
Seeing Su Huan go up, the others had no choice but to follow.
Qi Xiao Ba, who was welding steel plates, tugged at his somewhat tight collar and said softly, “Sister Yu Jing, those people are off. I’ll go check.”
Yu Jing nodded.
Xiao Ba’s wheelchair floated up and directly boarded the carriage.
……
Inside the carriage.
Looking at the fully relaxed Su Huan, the brothers inwardly admired him. As expected of someone who does big things, still calm at a time like this.
Passing the sightseeing carriage, the screech of an electric saw cutting bone came just right.
Seeing the slaughterhouse-like workshop ahead, their faces turned pale.
“Urp…”
Su Huan was quick-eyed and grabbed the motorcycle guy’s tie, yanking it up hard, forcing that filth back down.
He didn’t want this guy to dirty his carriage.
Su Huan smiled and explained to them, “Don’t worry, she’s just a coerced poor soul.”
Old San and the others looked at Wan Xing’s pretty face, then at the meat foam on her gloves and the disemboweled butcher on the table, nervously swallowing.
Wan Xing strangely glanced at them, nodded to Su Huan, and silently went back to her work.
After walking a few steps, Old Da cursed indignantly, “Letting a girl do this kind of thing, that train conductor really lacks virtue. If I see him, I’ll shove the gun barrel up his ass and give him a full magazine.”
The smile on Su Huan’s face stiffened for a moment.
He continued leading them forward into the dining car.
In view were several tables pushed together, and a sofa covered with a striking orange cat blanket.
The cabinet nearby was stacked with canned peaches, the honey-colored glow refracted from the glass bottles entwining with the steaming mist from the clay pot.
Their gazes swept over Yu Yue wearing an apron, and they all simultaneously recalled Su Huan’s description.
Indeed obedient and moist…
Old San quickly shook off the strange thought and shouted loudly, “Where’s the train conductor? Who is the train conductor?!”
Heavy footsteps sounded from the front of the train, and a burly sturdy figure carrying a bloodstained shield walked over, frowning as he sized them up.
Old San and the others quickly raised their muzzles.
Then the sound of an electric wheelchair came from behind, the youth’s black-and-white eyes carrying some hostility.
Sandwiched front and back in the dining car.
Su Huan acted as if he didn’t see the tense atmosphere and walked to the front.
He slumped image-less onto the sofa, letting the slanting sunlight outside the window bathe his face in orange-red, just like the lazy orange cat on the blanket.
Taking the iced beverage handed over by Yu Yue, propping his face with one hand, he squinted and faintly repeated Old San’s question, “Yeah, who is the train conductor?”
