MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 304 Observation Filter? Or Reconstructing Reality?

"Have I seen you somewhere?"

Zhang Biao's scarred, unshaven face was very close, his nose twitching unconsciously, like an experienced old hunting dog.

A stench of tobacco and blood assaulted his nostrils. Fang Zheng pushed the large face away in disgust and replied, "×%**#*..."

"Oh, oh, oh! I see!" Zhang Biao slapped his head hard, a look of sudden realization on his face.

Then, he quickly grabbed Zhang Kun's arm, his loud voice rattling the glass: "Are you blind?! This is the child of our two saviors, and you still can't recognize him after all this time!"

As he spoke, Zhang Biao quickly pulled a package from his backpack and shoved it into his hand. "Try this, it's dark chocolate I bought from the city, it's a foreign stuff, and it's pretty good."

Watching Fang Zheng chew on chocolate, Zhang Biao said with a sigh, "It's really unexpected to meet my benefactor's child in a place like this."

A look of reminiscence crossed his face. "More than ten years ago, my son and I were fighting against the blood zombies together, and we almost died. If it weren't for the young doctor helping us defeat the blood zombies and giving us emergency treatment for our wounds, we would have both perished."

"But the young doctor saved us and then left. My son and I didn't regain consciousness until more than half a month later. By then, the young doctor had long since disappeared."

"I searched everywhere but couldn't find any news. It's quite a regret, really, because I couldn't properly thank the great benefactor who saved us..."

"Father?" Zhang Kun looked puzzled and asked in a low voice, "The young doctor who saved us back then, was he about the same age as Fang Zheng now? So young and already..."

"What do you know, kid!" Zhang Biao slapped him on the forehead. "A real man should be able to support his family as early as possible. When your sister was born, I was only 14 years old, and I was still able to support my whole family."

"Someone as capable as the young doctor, what's wrong with getting married early?"

Zhang Biao, exasperated, tugged at his ear. "Unlike you, you useless good-for-nothing! You'll be 30 in two years and still a bachelor, haven't even found a wife, and you don't even know to hurry up and give me a grandson so I can hold him in my arms!"

"Look how successful your sister is! She's had three big, healthy boys and a little girl since she got married. Your nephew is studying in the city, and I heard he's already started dating his classmates. If you wait a few more years, I'm afraid you, his uncle, won't even be married yet, and you'll be attending your nephew's baby's one-month celebration!"

Zhang Kun muttered under his breath, "I've only just turned 26, and I'll be 28 in two more years..."

“However…” Zhang Biao hesitated for a moment, looked around, and then said tentatively, “Um… little guy, if I may ask a question I shouldn’t, there shouldn’t be any problems at your home, right?”

"Zhang Kun just said that your family isn't around, and you're so young, yet you're out here venturing into the world all by yourself. Are your family really at ease?"

Listening to the conversation between the father and son, Fang Zheng sighed speechlessly and said, "..."

……

The moon hung high in the sky, and the dark clouds were blown away by the autumn wind, briefly revealing a bright moon.

The moonlight, like water, flowed through the train station. The station, which had been quiet before, had returned to a bustling atmosphere as passengers gradually returned.

"My goodness! How much explosives would it take to blow this up like this?" An older woman in a cotton-padded coat clutched the amulet on her chest tightly.

The middle-aged man beside her pointed tremblingly to three parallel tear marks on the exterior of the carriage: "These, these claw marks... the steel plates are torn apart! Even a Siberian tiger couldn't have done this!!"

A group of passengers, their faces still showing shock, gathered around the wrecked train carriage, observing the horrific traces of battle scattered everywhere.

Not far away, several railway workers were arguing about the deformed rails.

A worker stroked the broken surface. "The cut is so clean, it must have been professional demolition work, right?"

Another retorted, "Bullshit! Look at that curve, it's clearly caused by immense force twisting it!"
"Stop arguing! Contact the engineering department right now!" "Damn it! The tracks are bent? Only a missile could make that kind of noise!"

"Sigh... We're not going anywhere tonight. We'll have to wait until the railway department comes and fixes this thing before we can set off again."

"What the hell is this thing on the ground? Could it be the legendary Blood Tai Sui?" A passenger poked at the filthy blood on the ground with a wooden stick. With a hissing white smoke, the stick was completely corroded. He was so frightened that he fell backward on his buttocks and sat down on the ground, screaming and backing away on all fours.

The viscous, foul blood scattered on the ground after the blood corpse was smashed continued to writhe, spreading towards the feet of the surrounding passengers, seemingly trying to find a new vessel.

The spear, which could be driven directly into the center of the filthy blood puddle and was covered with countless runes of all sizes, forcefully suppressed it. The filthy blood tentacles, which were originally incredibly swift, were unable to re-condense and moved extremely slowly.

Shortly after, as some staff at the train station spread the word, at the crack of dawn, accompanied by the sound of a train whistle, staff from a nearby emergency repair station arrived with their tools.

However, before they arrived, several helicopters carrying a group of men in black uniforms had already arrived.

The men in black uniforms looked grim as they saw the pool of blood crawling on the ground and Zhang Biao and his son lying unconscious, badly injured.

The young man in the lead gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and slammed his fist into the ground. "Damn it! Wasn't this thing supposed to be well sealed off? Are the inspection departments just sitting around doing nothing?!"

He looked at the passengers who had been driven aside in the distance, his face growing even uglier. He slammed his fist into the ground, drawing blood. "Didn't we say there would be a special train and dedicated personnel to guard it? Which damned bastard embezzled the funds? Can civilian trains use this kind of thing?!"

"This must be thoroughly investigated! This person must be executed! Are they treating other people's lives like a joke? If this thing gets away, hundreds or even thousands of people will be dead or injured. If we don't catch it in time, the water source contaminated by this thing could wipe out the entire city!"

"Hurry! We must suppress this thing immediately!"

After a flurry of activity, the pool of blood on the ground, along with the large gun stuck in the center of the blood, and a large area of ​​contaminated soil, were transported away by helicopter.

Zhang Biao and his son, who were originally unconscious due to serious injuries, were also urgently lifted onto a helicopter and will be sent to the nearest major hospital for further treatment.

"Young doctor..." Just before being lifted onto the helicopter, Zhang Biao struggled to open his eyes, looked at Fang Zheng in front of him, and weakly called out, "I have no way to repay your life-saving grace. My Zhang family will always remember your kindness..."

Fang Zheng gently shook his head: "**#×*"

"How can this be!" Upon hearing Fang Zheng's reply, Zhang Kun struggled to get up in great excitement.

"Sir, don't move! Your wound will reopen if you move again!" The medical staff who were observing his condition were startled and quickly held him down as he tried to get up.

"Such a great kindness, I..." Zhang Kun hadn't finished speaking when he fainted again.

“Young Master…” The young man in the black uniform walked up to Fang Zheng, bowed solemnly, and handed over an identification document. “We already know the general situation. If it weren’t for your help, Young Master, Master Zhang Biao and Young Master Zhang Kun would probably have been killed by this blood corpse.”

"You not only saved their lives, but also the lives of the entire train station and hundreds or even thousands of people in the surrounding villages!"

After Fang Zheng had looked at the documents, the young man tore off a piece of sticky paper and handed over a number very respectfully. "Young man, if you need anything, please feel free to contact us. We at Bureau 749 may not be omnipotent, but we can help in most situations."

A train whistle sounded, and the young man looked into the distance. The damaged train tracks had been repaired. He continued, "The train will be running soon, so we won't disturb you any longer."

"If you would do us the honor of joining us, please contact us after you've finished your business. We'll treat you to a proper thank you meal."

After saying that, the young man boarded the last helicopter and flew towards the distant mountains.

(End of this chapter)