SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 79 - Mist Train_1
Chapter 79: 79 Chapter “Mist Train”_1
Chapter 79: 79 Chapter “Mist Train”_1
“It’s really quite similar to the Yukionna from the stories, the production team has some real talent here, tsk, come closer, let me take a good look…”
Colin waved the “Widow Yukionna” floating in midair closer, and after it approached, he began to study and observe it further, determined to understand it thoroughly so as to better utilize its capabilities.
About thirty minutes later, Colin, looking somewhat fatigued, lifted his hand adorned with the ring and retracted the clearly beautiful but fiercely glaring “Widow Yukionna” back into it.
This thing sucks physical energy, and although the consumption isn’t huge, it’s still somewhat tiring.
After that, Colin repaired the “Analytical Lens”, then started to inventory all the special items he currently possessed.
“Time Stasis”, “Analytical Lens”, “Murky Energy Crystal Block”, “Widow Yukionna”, “Revolver Contrarian”, “Decree Book·Fragment”, “Ring of Flame Dominance”, “False King”, “Slave to Money”, “Gluttony Power Mark”, “Bone Spur from a certain female clergy’s arm”…
Colin hadn’t realized just how many different items he was carrying until he counted them, coming to a total of eleven.
The number was comparable to that of tenured E-level and even D-level employees.
As for quality, his items were clearly superior.
Moreover, besides these, he also had seven or eight thousand points at his disposal, always ready to acquire new items and further strengthen himself.
Just considering E-energy Level items that start at one or two thousand points each, he could buy another five or six, not to mention the cheaper, less effective ones—he could get as many as ten!
“The task should be stable now.”
Colin nodded to himself in satisfaction, and after finishing his pork knuckle rice, he took a bath and went to bed.
Having barely rested over the past seven days and after fiddling with the “Widow Yukionna”, he was truly exhausted.
…
October 24th, 6:40 PM.
South Suburb Black Forest Metro Station.
The air was fresh and moist from a recent rain, with quite a few puddles on the ground. A taxi came from a distance, rolling through each puddle before stopping in front of the subway station entrance.
As the car door opened, Colin, dressed in a large black woolen coat, stepped out and took a look around at this old place he hadn’t visited in many years.
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“Not much has changed. The place still has that sluggish feel…”
Colin looked up and let out a sigh, the surroundings both foreign and familiar, which brought back memories of playing “speeding games” with other kids in the area.
Back when the subway station was still under construction, he and other kids known for their good conduct from school would gather, scavenging “scrap copper and iron” from the construction site to sell for popsicles…
The popsicles were quite tasty, it was just that those who weren’t quick enough usually met a grim fate, being led back home to a meal of whip-stir-fried flesh…
His nostalgia didn’t linger long, however, as his memories were interrupted by motorcycle taxi drivers looking for customers. Colin waved them off and strode towards the gates of the subway station.
He had also collected some information about the Black Forest Subway Station from the internet before coming here today, but unfortunately, it wasn’t very fruitful.
Then, he removed the location of Black Forest Subway Station from his search, and asked his colleagues about the “Mist Train”.
It turned out quite a number of people had ridden that thing…
After a brief understanding, he roughly knew that the experience of riding it varied greatly, but generally speaking, as long as one didn’t exceed three stops, there wouldn’t be too much trouble.
As the task required, he only needed to ride it for three stops as well.
Upon entering the subway station, Colin didn’t rush to buy a ticket. Instead, he casually strolled around inside, noting down the layout of the station, before finally going to the ticket booth to buy a ticket for the last train at 23:00.
“The last one’s at eleven, huh…”
Colin pocketed the ticket stub.
Then, he deliberately chose a massage chair where there were no people around, unplugged the chair’s power supply, reached deep into his coat pocket with his left hand, pulled out a piece of parchment, shook it out, and spread his hands to read it as if no one else was present.
This continued until 10:45 PM, when the announcement about the last train began for the first time.
In the entire waiting hall, only Colin stood up.
He arrived alone at Platform One.
“Rumble, rumble, rumble~”
The last train of the night at eleven o’clock arrived on time at the station after about fifteen minutes.
However, Colin didn’t get on and remained standing still.
Just that, he wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but after the last train left, everything within his field of vision on this platform began to distort. The brightness gradually turned a ghastly pale, and colors were so overexposed they hurt his eyes…
The atmosphere began to turn eerie.
“Is it coming now?”
Colin narrowed his eyes, noting that the time was now eleven ten, and in five minutes, the “Mist Train” would arrive.
A minute or two passed and he suddenly noticed a faint haze floating around the subway station; it was very light but it evoked a deep sense of unease.
The surrounding atmosphere became more oppressive as time passed.
It seemed as though the flow of time itself had slowed down.
Colin found that since the fog appeared, he started becoming easily distracted.
But before he could ponder on it,
“Clang, clang, clang~”
He heard a heavy sound of a train rolling over the tracks.
At the same time, Colin sharply noticed that the surrounding mist had become clearly visible and everything around him, except for himself, seemed to be continuously disintegrating and decomposing.
Glass, walls, signboards, even the air and the dust and microorganisms it contained, and even light—all seemed to be fading away, merging into the wisps of grey-white mist.
At this moment, he felt as if he was not standing at the entrance of a subway station, but on a deserted island surrounded by boundless grey fog…
However, this was not the key issue—what mattered was the train that was about to arrive.
“This ‘clang, clang’ sound… does not seem to be from a subway or a high-speed train, it’s more like a train, but this is clearly a seamless track.”
Colin listened for a moment.
The subway noise was quite different from this, at least it wouldn’t produce a “clang, clang” sound, but rather a “rumble, rumble,” since these tracks don’t have gaps like those of conventional train tracks of the past.
The fact that this train was making a “clang” noise while moving on a subway track, did it mean that reality had undergone some kind of change?
While Colin’s thoughts were drifting, a monotonous and pale train whistle sounded from the dark tunnel, getting closer from afar.
As the sound emerged, the mist around seemed to come to life, writhing and twitching like living viscera…
Soon enough, Colin saw a dim yellow light emerge from the darkness of the tunnel. The light had an inexplicable malevolence to it and along with the “clang” sound that was becoming clearer, it rapidly approached the platform.
He blinked and Colin suddenly felt stunned as he saw an ancient train slowly moving before his eyes.
It seemed it would stop in just a few seconds.
Only…
How did it suddenly get right in front of him?
Colin held his breath, shook his head vigorously, and discovered he had just become distracted again?
He remembered he should have been watching the train come out, but there was no memory of it actually emerging in his mind. It was as if the process of the train coming out of the tunnel and stopping had been erased or omitted by some force.
So much so that the last memory segment was of seeing the light in the tunnel…
Then in the blink of an eye, the train had already stopped right in front of him.
