MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 297 Dispelling Cell Phones
Zhang Kun looked at Lao Li hesitantly, "Didn't you say that only non-existent passengers can see the shadowy figure?"

Old Li snatched the large-screen phone from Zhang Kun's hand, stared at the blurry black figure hidden in the crowd in the photo, and stammered, "I...I..."

With a "thud," the phone fell to the ground, and Old Li's legs began to tremble.

He stammered, "No...that's not right, that thing shouldn't be able to be photographed..."

"Over the years, not a single flight attendant has ever seen the dark figures that the passengers were talking about. Some passengers have even carried cameras, but no one has ever taken a picture of them, and no photos have ever been developed!"

"Could it be..." Old Li's eyes suddenly glared at Fang Zheng, who was sitting obediently drinking tea to the side, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

He stood up, took two steps back, pointed at Fang Zheng's face, and said in a trembling voice, "Little dog! Has the doll you brought back been replaced by those things?!"

With a loud "Boom!", Zhang Kun quickly pulled out an iron chain thicker than an average person's arm from under his coat and slammed it hard on the ground. The phone shattered into pieces instantly, and even the cement floor was dented.

"Look how scared you are." Zhang Kun slowly put the chain back to his waist, muttering a spell as he did so.

As soon as the incantation was finished, the shattered remains of the phone emitted a sharp scream and vanished into several wisps of black smoke.

"Huh?" Fang Zheng was a little stunned. He looked at Zhang Kun and then at the completely dissipated black smoke.

Zhang Kun looked at Old Li, whose face was still filled with fear, and Fang Zheng, who looked bewildered, and waved his hand impatiently: "It's just an illusion. What are you afraid of? These filthy things that like to harm people love to use illusions to fool them."

"Old Li, you've known me and my grandfather since I was a kid. Don't you know what I'm capable of? Just a few kids looking for substitutes." Zhang Kun patted his chest, his bear-claw-like hands thumping loudly. "I'm right here, what are you afraid of? Afraid of my ass!"

"This kid who takes so many years to find a substitute, I could chew up this level of filth raw and not even get diarrhea!"

“However…” Zhang Kun rubbed his stubble and asked Fang Zheng with some curiosity, “Fang Zheng, where did you find this thing? Did some foreign devil at the train station hand it to you?”

"If so, there might be a few scientists or something among these ghosts. I've heard that high-tech phones with such large screens exist abroad, but I've never seen one. They must be quite expensive."

"If so, that foreign devil is pretty stupid; he doesn't even know how to adapt to local customs."

"If it were someone else who didn't know any better, they would probably mistake this thing for a picture frame with a light bulb in the back."

Fang Zheng was speechless, looking at Zhang Kun: "*%#~..."

"What did you say?" Zhang Kun picked at his ear.

"Forget it, you're still too young." Zhang Kun shook his head: "You don't have enough experience. You probably don't even know where you got this thing from."

"Just remember this: in our line of work, if we find something strange on us, we just throw it away or immediately perform a ritual on it and that's it."

"Can't you hear me, or rather, can't interact with me?" Fang Zheng nodded thoughtfully as he watched Zhang Kun ramble on about his life experiences.

He did explain the origin of the phone to Zhang Kun, but Zhang Kun seemed not to hear him at all.

Just as the cat-faced old woman ignored the power of Fang Zheng's punch, Zhang Kun used a shamanistic ritual that had no effect on Fang Zheng and who didn't detect any special power at all, to drive away the cat-faced old woman.

Inside the train station, the chaotic scenes could only be truly observed by Fang Zheng, who was, to some extent, an observer. Zhang Kun, on the other hand, could only see things from his own limited perspective and the limited viewpoint he had.

Similarly, within this worldview limited to his own perspective, he seems to be able to unleash abilities unique to his own worldview.

That's why this ridiculous, absurd method of dispelling the phone has such a laughable effect.

Woo! Woo! Woo—

(Dear passengers, the train is about to depart. Passengers still at the station, please board the train as soon as possible...)
Just as the fear on Old Li's face hadn't faded in the guard post, the night bus was about to depart.

"Old Li," Zhang Kun said, lifting his heavy backpack and patting Old Li's shoulder, who was still looking around in fear. "The train is about to leave, so I'm going now. What's there to be afraid of in such a small matter?"

"I just performed a spell, so even if there was anything else, it would have been scared away long ago."

"You can continue with your work; I need to get to my work done too."

"If you're still worried..." Zhang Kun opened his backpack, took out a dog tooth that had been polished smooth and handed it to Old Li: "Here, it's not a powerful magic weapon, but as long as you don't encounter any really powerful evil spirits, it'll be enough to keep you alive."

……

Bang, bang, bang...

After a sharp train whistle, the train finally started moving slowly.

Fang Zheng and Zhang Kun squeezed onto the old night train with the flow of people. Clang, clang... clang, clang...

Trains in this era were a vital transportation artery.

Even on night buses, the carriages were packed to capacity, with no seats available. The cargo carriages were even more overflowing, filled with coal, timber, grain, furs...

If it weren't for the need to carry passengers, these trains would love to replace every carriage with a large cargo container.

The train was unusually crowded. Although it wasn't summer or autumn, the air was still filled with a mixture of coal smoke, sweat, the aroma of food, and foot odor, creating a stuffy and strange stench.

Once the train officially started moving and the doors closed, even with a slight crack in the window, a wave of heat, carrying various smells and noises, rushed in, making one feel nauseous.

Zhang Kun led Fang Zheng down the corridor. His tall and burly figure, carrying a large backpack, cramped up and took up most of the corridor, looking like a bear locked in a cage.

Whether the people in the passageway wanted it or not, they were forced to make way for him with his brute force.

All sorts of messy suitcases and burlap sacks bumped and jostled in the narrow aisle.

After arriving at his seat, Fang Zheng plopped down and looked around at the lively scene with great interest.

A young worker nearby looked exhausted, clutching half a half-eaten steamed bun in his hand; on the seat next to him, an old man was leisurely smoking a pipe, squinting as he looked out the window at something.

Across from me, two female educated youths were huddled together, chattering about some unknown gossip.

In the noisy aisle, people struggled to move forward carrying large and small bags, while vendors pushed their carts and squeezed in behind, shouting: "Sunflower seeds, peanuts, dried tofu! Freshly baked sesame cakes—"

The train conductor, holding an enamel mug, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Tickets, tickets, pay the difference, pay the difference..."

These scenes are like old movies from the 80s and 90s, things that Fang Zheng saw on TV when he was a child.

Although Fang Zheng had already calculated all the mathematical sets and knew all the possible combinations of the world under these mathematical arrangements, including Zhang Kun, Lao Li, and many other people he saw at the station, he actually knew each of them and was familiar with their past, present, and future, and knew everything that could happen under any circumstances.

But knowing it is one thing, seeing all this unfold through the lens of Fangzheng's personality still evokes an indescribable sense of awe.

Fang Zheng was experiencing this rare opportunity, his gaze somewhat vacant as he stared out the window at the train station lights that were gradually fading into the distance.

At this moment, Zhang Kun stopped a snack cart, bought a bag of peanuts, handed it to him, and said, "You've already noticed the dark figure outside."

"But don't be so nervous. They're just a few dirty things looking for substitutes. They usually don't dare to come out when there are many people around. They'll wait until two or three in the morning, when most people are asleep, before they dare to come out and harm people."

He cracked peanuts while looking out the window at the vast, dark plains.

In the pitch-black plains, his extraordinary abilities were occasionally captured in the sight of scarecrows standing tall in the fields.

The tools farmers used to scare away sparrows, viewed at night, gave off a particularly eerie feeling, resembling tall, dark figures. "How about it, doesn't it look kind of creepy?"

Before Fang Zheng could answer, Zhang Kun continued, "When I first took a train, I was about your age. My grandfather was still alive then, and he took me on the train to another place to perform a shamanistic ritual."

"It's late at night, and it's pitch black outside the window, just like it is now."

"However, the trains were a real mess in those years. There were people kidnapping children, stealing things, and even robbing people with knives. There were so many of them."

"Back then, trains ran much slower, and those bandits really dared to lie in wait and board the trains to rob them. They actually had guns and bullets. Those thieves and human traffickers would even transfer valuables or women and children along the way. It was incredibly chaotic!"

As Zhang Kun spoke, he became more interested, lifting his shirt to point to a faint scar on his stomach. "The first time I rode a train, some womanizers dared to mess with me, and I punched two of them to death on the spot. I also accidentally got stabbed myself..."

As Fang Zheng listened, he suddenly noticed that Zhang Kun's deep voice was gradually becoming increasingly indistinct, like the murmur of a dream. "Zhang Kun?"

The blurry figure replied, "%#*..."

Fang Zheng watched in disbelief as the bodies of everyone in the carriage began to blur and change color, as if the dye had been washed away and then reapplied, transforming them into entirely new forms.

Even the aisles inside the carriages, where the stains that couldn't be washed away gradually faded and became much cleaner, still had a lingering fresh paint smell.

In the blink of an eye, it was as if they had returned to the past in the carriage. The spot where Zhang Kun had been was now occupied by another person, an old man who was just as tall and burly as Zhang Kun, with a ferocious scar on his face, giving him the look of a ruthless bandit.

Clang, clang...

The train whirring continued. The burly old man, who had been dozing off, suddenly woke up, looked at Fang Zheng, and said with some confusion, "Hey? Kid, who are you? What are you doing in the little dog's spot? Where did that rascal go?"

(End of this chapter)