So does the Desire Tower and the Slaughter Tower also have their own terminologies?
Which tower did they come from? This question seems to have no answer at the moment.
"I can only ask him once... but the possibility of hitting the key information with just one chance is too low. If the game is set up this way, some of the upcoming scenes will likely be very difficult due to a lack of critical information."
"However, this train, hailed as the Maze Train, is characterized by its complex routes that lead one back to the starting point..."
"So if I return to the starting point next time, will my chance to ask questions refresh?"
Wen Xishu suddenly had an idea and tried saying:
"Okay, give me the tea leaves, let me taste the tea leaves from Evil Land."
At this moment, the old man’s smile changed, and his repetitive words changed as well.
"I’ll be waiting for you in the front carriage. You must be alive to drink my tea."
The old man’s sinister smile made Wen Xishu feel increasingly uneasy.
But next, Wen Xishu still had to question others.
A dozen people, undoubtedly a long questioning process.
Wen Xishu first asked the attendant pushing the goods cart. Since he could only ask one question, he inquired about past experiences.
"So tired, there are so many sales today... if I don’t sell them, I’ll be scolded again, right?"
Trying to ask more, Wen Xishu received the same repetitive words.
They seemed like NPCs. Previously, Wen Xishu also treated some characters of the Deceit Tower and the Desire Tower as NPCs, only considering the Bunker People as players.
But now, encountering someone turning completely into NPCs... Wen Xishu felt uncomfortable again.
He inexplicably felt... a dangerous presence was hidden on this train, turning everyone into this state.
Like toys, like puppets.
He thought about the Scorpio earlier, as if this were a game.
But immediately, he felt it wasn’t Scorpio’s doing.
It’s very strange.
So Wen Xishu spoke again:
"I want to buy something."
Just like before, no matter what Wen Xishu said, the tea-selling old man always had one response.
But when he mentioned drinking tea, the tea-selling old man’s words changed.
Now it’s the same. No matter what Wen Xishu said, the female attendant repeatedly said, "So tired, there are so many sales today... if I don’t sell them, I’ll be scolded again, right?"
But when Wen Xishu said he wanted to purchase items.
The female attendant’s smile instantly changed.
"Really, I’ll be waiting for you in the front carriage. Please prepare the items for the transaction."
Wen Xishu became more and more curious about what was in the front carriage.
But he wasn’t ready to go yet.
Because next, he needed to question everyone. Besides the tea-selling old man, where others went, or where they came from, was not important.
Wen Xishu thought about it, the past experiences should be the most important. He decided next to only ask about past experiences.
...
...
During Wen Xishu’s questioning process, Nissen, Yue Yun, Ah Miao, and others were also questioning.
They shared the same thought as Wen Xishu, inquiring about past experiences.
Because the origin and destination were not, at this moment, the most valuable information.
Nissen asked the internet celebrity.
But when he discovered the woman was pregnant, he lost interest.
Yet he asked a few questions and found the woman’s answer to be:
"I don’t want to live a hard life anymore! I can’t afford to have a miscarriage! Definitely not!"
Nissen was puzzled; the woman looked delicate, not like someone who had lived a hard life.
But Nissen didn’t understand that, in the eyes of some people, not being able to feast on delicacies every meal, or drive luxury cars and live in mansions, was considered a hard life.
Yue Yun, on the other hand, questioned the little girl in the first row about her past experiences.
And the little girl’s answer was:
"So scary, so scary, so scary."
It immediately put Yue Yun on alert.
Why would such a cute little girl describe her past as three "so scary"?
Moreover, the woman next to her, in her forties. Saying she was the girl’s grandmother... too young.
Saying she was the girl’s mother, seemed too old.
The key point was, the woman’s hand was tightly gripping the girl’s wrist.
Yue Yun suddenly thought of an answer!
Human trafficker? There’s a human trafficker in this carriage!
But the weirdness of this carriage wasn’t limited to human traffickers.
For instance, at this moment, Zheng Zai noticed something extremely hard in the pockets of two migrant workers in row seven.
Zheng Zai asked about past experiences, receiving this one sentence.
"Money! Money! Money! Brother, if you make it, don’t harm us!"
Even though Zheng Zai had learned a lot from Wen Xishu, he was still at a loss with this information.
But not long ago, also suspecting that there might be a human trafficker in this carriage, now Zheng Zai had another thought.
"Could it be that there’s not a single decent one in this carriage?"
Zheng Zai then went to the positions of the other two migrant workers, which was in row eleven.
These two migrant workers’ responses were also the same sentence.
"Money! Money! Money!"
But there was no follow-up. No, "Brother, if you make it, don’t harm us," this time.
Zheng Zai only felt his head was about to burn up.
"They’re all migrant workers; the first half of their sentences was the same..."
"But they seem not to be the same kind of person."
Like Zheng Zai, Ah Miao was also puzzled about what was happening.
Ah Miao’s attention was on the family of three.
She asked about past experiences.
"Mom, Dad, will we go to the biggest amusement park? I want to play games! I want to play games!"