Volume 1 Crime and Punishment in Fog City Chapter 10 Black Car
There are stories about illegal taxis, and even Li Lin, who only stayed in the foggy city for three days, knew about them.
It is said that this black, fully enclosed train is a train to hell, and no living person has ever gotten off this train. They exchange their lives and the blood of slaves for dragon oil, ropes, mechanical parts and other things from the devil, and then repeat this cycle over and over again.
The black train in the story has a terrifying appearance that even demons frown. The steam around it is like the breath of a giant dragon. Red flames will burst out from the black body at any time. All the people in the foggy city claimed in horror that those vehicles were definitely driven by human corpses, which was different from all normal devices. They have a core that humans cannot understand. There is a curse driven by crazy and terrifying knowledge.
In general, these legends are not wrong in some senses.
The black cars blocked in the police station were indeed carrying many colonists sent underground. These adventurers selected from the middle zone did not understand what might happen to them. They were often troubled by money and debts, and their great creditors, the capitalists who opened factories, kindly gave them a way to live. If they went on an adventure, the debt would be written off.
Looks great, right? But think about it, there are only six tracks above and below the ground, including this black car. They are located in the basement of the Constitutional Court, the military station, the core area of the nobility, the law enforcement area, the core section of the factory area, and inside the police station of Li Lin. If you walk out of these places and then go back in, what is the probability of survival? Just think about it.
As for using corpses to burn boilers, that was nonsense. Aside from the rough and durable police steam locomotives, all the facilities used for freight transportation were carefully scrutinized, and using corpses would easily cause uneven combustion and flashback.
Therefore, burning corpses is a very uneconomical thing. Most people will save the corpses and put them in the hemp fields in the underground city as fertilizer.
By integrating the information circulated by the police station and the public, it is easy to make up for the entire system.
Therefore, from any perspective, the loss of control in the lower area was caused by a gap in the upper area.
Otherwise, is it possible for such a secret to spread? In other words, is it possible that a supply that can support the turmoil in the entire lower city can be supported by a secret passage that cannot be traced and whose throughput may not exceed 100 tons a year?
Impossible. It can only be because of the above reasons. They need to find an excuse or reason to control and adjust their own political situation. They talk about ideology, but they think about business. This world has always been like this. But what does this have to do with Li Lin? Even if the black car was really built by the devil, so what? He is also a businessman.
People who do business of human lives and manipulate data.
However, when he really saw the locomotive lying on the track, puffing out smoke, he was still deeply shocked.
"…Isn't this a black locomotive from the old days?"
Taking a look at the wheels under the car with countless levers and gears meshing together, Li Lin raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"This is the black car we use to penetrate the underground fog."
There was no way to see the face under the mask, so the police chief naturally had no way of knowing Li Lin's playful expression. Instead, he introduced with pride:
"These things use the devil's knowledge from the steam cult, as well as many spells and legends handed down in the wilderness. These black locomotives can completely break away from the steam structure we usually use, and use the internal boiler to burn autonomously - it sounds a bit fantastic but it is actually true."
"Our master craftsman tried to restore it many times, but failed. This is truly a creation of the devil. Not only can it burn with those cheap black stones, it can also heat with gas, and even use dragon sesame oil to speed up. It seems that there is nothing it doesn't like. And its favorite food should be corpses. Every time a corpse is released, there will always be a slow period of time. It feels like this thing is eating the corpse."
"If the corpse is satisfied, this thing can also make strange gurgling noises. It's really terrible. Only these devil's products handed down from ancient times can have such performance."
"The devil's creation? Haha, you mean this thing?"
After hearing the last part, Li Lin still couldn't hold his mouth shut, and pointed at the black locomotive lying on the track with a sneer.
"You said this thing is a creation of the devil and cannot be copied? Are you trying to make me laugh to death? We used to have a lot of them, but now we don't use them anymore because they are too inefficient. Any similar tool we have now will be a hundred times more effective than this one... but it looks really good."
A feeling that is very much in keeping with the times.
In response to the police chief's trembling look, Li Lin shook his head and answered nonchalantly, which scared the police chief half to death.
There were many such hellish machines in his hometown? And they were all black and monster-like? And they were replaced because of inefficiency? What inefficiency? Inefficiency in killing people?
People's imaginations are always soaring, and seeing an arm will bring to mind certain images. The police chief is a leader among them. Especially after recalling the way this man killed people without blinking an eye, he inexplicably developed an inexplicable sense of awe for his hometown, and even a sense of pride.
The secret weapons in our city are similar to the demon army. Isn't this something to be proud of?
"But this thing is indeed quite rare. At least I haven't seen it for a long time."
Even in museums there are very few.
Li Lin was inexplicably interested as he watched the staff wearing divine robes, chanting hymns, and filling the water tanks with solemn expressions. After all, such a fantastic scene could not be found in reality.
However, the presence of this evil star at the scene did bring some psychological pressure to all the staff. After all, they all saw each other every day, and their work place was in the backyard of the police station. Sometimes they handled the bodies together. Everyone knew that this guy whose face could not be seen was a big devil who killed a thousand people in three days. Everyone was afraid that if they made a wrong move, they would be targeted by this devil.
Under this kind of mental pressure, even things that could have been done well seemed difficult. Under Li Lin's gaze, the watering worker who failed in the third place finally showed some signs of collapse, and his voice of chanting hymns broke slightly before he collapsed.
The police chief, who was wiping his sweat, saw that things were going badly, gritted his teeth, smiled humbly, and tugged at Li Lin's sleeve.
"Perhaps you could go to your carriage first. It's a first-class carriage after three days of cleaning."
Facing the gaze behind the mask, the police chief felt as if he might die at any time. With a sweaty face, he said in a dry voice:
"The rituals here are mandatory, but the boys are not used to having outsiders watching, you know, so sometimes we need to be a little cautious, please understand."
"Ah? Oh, okay."
Then I'll go into the car first.
The little man hiding behind the mask and cloak touched his chin and nodded.
Without waiting for the police chief to catch up, Li Lin began to walk while searching for memories of this kind of train from his childhood. He quickly found a handle and pulled it open. Under the stunned gaze of the police chief, he slowly stepped into the carriage.
After seeing Li Lin enter the carriage, two people working somewhere looked at each other and retreated into the thick fog. When they came out, two well-dressed waiters walked on the stand with their chests and heads held high, slowly pulled on their white gloves, and quietly entered the front carriage.
