Silas quietly retreated, ignoring them, and knocked on the door of Jade and her mother's room.
Jade stood at the door, glanced at the noisy sixth carriage, and asked softly, "Do you want me to go with you?"
Silas was not tall, just over 1.8 meters, and looked down at Jade, who was 1.67 meters tall.
He parted his lips slightly, "Come on."
Silas turned and walked towards the carriage in front.
Jade quickly followed.
The number of deluxe sleeper compartments is the same as that of regular sleeper compartments, eight in total.
The difference is that each deluxe sleeper berth has one double bed and only one person stays there, while a regular sleeper berth has four beds.
Silas pushed open the door, stepped over an oil tank, and found a few awkward spots to stand in the gaps between a pile of metal parts before finally managing to sit down on his bed.
Looking down from the bed, the floor was covered with all sorts of metal parts, and wrenches of varying lengths were stuck in an iron bucket cut from an oil tank.
The carpet underfoot was also soaked with oil.
There were also signs of violent cutting along the edges of the rooms on both sides, indicating that the two private rooms had been connected.
Silas looked up and saw Jade standing there in a daze. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Jade seems very surprised?"
Jade's calm expression changed slightly, and a glint appeared in her eyes.
"Where did you get this?"
Silas said coldly, "Whether you and your mother can stay depends on whether you can restore this motorcycle to its original condition tonight."
Jade picked up the wheel under her feet, ignoring the oil stains on it that had dirtied her short-sleeved shirt. "Kawasaki Ninja H2, this isn't a motorcycle, you can call it a land-based aircraft."
"1.4 revolutions per minute, do you know what that means?"
Jade suddenly turned her head and stared at him, asking a question.
Silas was taken aback by her words, then asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"
He had ridden many motorcycles in his past life, but they were all common models. He only rode this one back because it looked exceptionally good.
He really didn't know the brand or the specifications.
Unexpectedly, Jade recognized it at a glance.
"When you twist the accelerator to the floor, it feels like you've been kicked by God."
Silas frowned. "Just tell me if it can be restored."
"No problem!"
Jade immediately agreed and then went to the oil drum to find a suitable tool. She seemed even more eager than Silas.
Silas didn't speak, but took out his log and began to observe Jade.
The vibe was normal at first.
"Where is the rear suspension?"
"Behind the board to your left front."
"Where are the piston calipers?"
"It should be... probably around where you are."
"No."
"Why don't you look again?"
Half an hour later, the style of the interaction gradually changed.
"I'm speechless. They actually disassembled this bike so violently that they scratched the paint."
"Bastard!"
"What a bastard!"
Silas, who was helping out, watched with a mixture of emotions as Jade gritted her teeth and muttered curses while fixing the bike.
If it weren't for her really good skills and the incredibly alluring figure outlined by her jeans, Silas behind her would have already strangled her to death.
"Get me a wrench."
"This?"
"No, it's another one."
"This...?"
"No, it's the one I just used!"
"Forget it, I'll do it myself!"
Silas glanced at the four or five wrenches Jade had just touched, and his lips twitched. He wondered if this woman was genuine or just pretending.
The high-caliber research talent vibe she had before picking up the wrench vanished, replaced by the fiery and assertive demeanor of a mechanic from a wasteland repair shop in his past life.
Her little mouth kept chattering away, never stopping.
But the results were also remarkable; about 30-40% of the parts he had dismantled on the ground were restored.
This wasn't just finding a treasure, it was like digging up a mine!
Taking advantage of the fact that Jade hadn't summoned him, Silas took out his notebook and checked the "maintenance personnel" section on the Armed Train Project page.
He would find Octavius again after some time.
The first phase of the Armed Train Project could now officially commence!
...
December 17th, early winter, temperature 24°C—
The temperature had risen another degree, and it seemed like there was still a long way to go before the deadline, but this was just because the temperature was rising slowly in the early stages.
Last night, Silas kept an eye on Jade for several hours and, after discovering that she was indeed very capable, went to sleep next door.
Of course, not wanting to be gossiped about to someone's face was also a major factor.
...
Clang—Clang—
The train glided slowly out of the tunnel and then stopped in a suburb of Wen'an City.
Looking out, all you could see were verdant mountains, with various industrialized modern buildings interspersed in the valleys. The train stretched across the railway like a green iron python basking in the sun.
Apart from the noisy zombies being transported on the train, everything was wonderful.
The carriage door opened, and Silas stood at the doorway carrying a long wrench, looking around.
He casually knocked twice on the metal door.
The piercing clanging sound spread.
The zombies on the train car screamed even louder, but after waiting for a long time, only one half-dead crawled out from under the train.
His white shirt was worn to shreds, covered in blood, flesh, and dirt, and half of his face was missing.
"You don't seem like a local either."
Silas jumped down and smashed a wrench down on the back of his head.
With a bang, the zombie fell silent.
"Ding!"
"One more kill for today!"
Silas said with a strange laugh, mimicking a mechanical voice.
He didn't have a system, and killing zombies hadn't yielded any results yet, but life was about finding some fun.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to endure four years.
Leon calmly followed behind, holding a fire axe in his hand.
They were clearly already used to Silas's neuroticism.
The two walked to the back of the carriage, carefully staying away from under the vehicle. Seeing that nothing ghostly was crawling out, Leon stepped forward and opened the door.
Because it was an old-fashioned sightseeing train, the doors did not have electronic interlocks or speed-sensing locks, but retained mechanical structures.
It mainly relied on manual operation.
Leon pulled open the car door, revealing a group of haggard and tense faces inside. The moment they saw Silas, their expressions turned to fear and disgust.
"Work has started, work has started, everyone come out."
Silas maintained the basic professionalism of providing smiling service.
Seeing that there was no danger, the crowd gradually came out and gathered in the open space.
Ignoring the resentful and fearful looks in their eyes, Silas clapped his hands twice and said familiarly, "Same as always, bring back three portions of food and water, and one dose of medicine, and you can board the train. Today's special ticket is for tools. Whether it's an electric drill or a chainsaw, anything that can be used to repair machinery can be used to offset one ticket."
Many people's faces changed.
But they didn't dare say they wouldn't go, so they could only stand in the crowd and mutter to themselves.
"Previously, we only needed three servings of food and water. Why is there an extra serving of medicine today?"
"We're not even enough to hide from zombies...where are we going to find so much food?"
The young man in the hoodie glanced at Silas, then silently left the group and began to explore.
(End of this chapter)
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Author - 莽签
Translator and Editor - Husband
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