The "Survival on the Train" game has bugs, it's really laggy!

Su Yuan did not go directly to the farmhouse, but instead walked around the cornfield in front of him for a while.

He wanted to observe the terrain first. By the way, he had just noticed a few dark figures, and if he wasn't mistaken, these were scarecrows.

Su Yuan stopped after walking a short distance.

Sure enough, the dark figure was the scarecrow.

They were supported by rough wooden crosses, dressed in tattered clothes, wearing ridiculous straw hats, and their heads were stuffed into bulging burlap sacks.

What made Su Yuan most uncomfortable were their faces.

On the head of each scarecrow's burlap sack, a picture was crookedly pinned with thumbtacks.

The photo has faded and yellowed from being exposed to the wind and sun, but you can still clearly see that it shows a little white boy.

The boy looked about seven or eight years old, with golden curly hair, some freckles on his face, and a bright smile.

But this bright smile, when pasted onto these eerie scarecrows, looks incredibly sinister.

As the evening breeze blew, their tattered strips of cloth swayed gently, casting long, distorted shadows in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Holy crap, what kind of fetish does this farmer have? It's terrifying!"

Su Yuan stared at the scarecrows for only a few seconds before feeling a chill run down his spine and goosebumps all over his body.

He wasn't afraid, he just felt disgusted.

This feeling is far more intense than the skeletal remains found on the train on the first day.

"It sleeps during the day, but at night it hunts you down with its voice..."

Su Yuan muttered to himself, going over the intelligence in his mind again.

He didn't choose to go up and provoke these things right now.

Who knows if I accidentally activate them prematurely if I just poke around at them?

He didn't want to get entangled, because his primary task right now was to gather supplies.

Soon, Su Yuan arrived at the farmhouse.

This is a beautiful wooden building with a typical North American country style.

Although some of the white paint on the walls has peeled off, you can still see the exquisite craftsmanship of yesteryear.

There was a small garden in front of the gate, but unfortunately the flowers and plants inside had long since withered, leaving only a patch of yellow hue.

The doors and windows of the house were all tightly closed, and a sturdy-looking old-fashioned brass padlock hung on the front door.

Su Yuan walked to the door, too lazy to even use the fire axe.

He extended two fingers, brought them together to form a sword-like shape, and gently poked at the lock's cylinder.

"Click".

A barely audible sound, almost inaudible in the quiet twilight.

The lock is open.

Su Yuan mentally gave himself a thumbs up; his lock-picking skills were getting better and better.

After slipping inside, Su Yuan gently closed the door, leaving only a barely visible gap to observe the situation outside and prevent the door from making noise in the wind.

The room was dimly lit, and a strong smell of dust filled the air.

The furniture in the living room was covered with a thick layer of dust. Su Yuan didn't rush to search for it. Instead, just like he had done in the ranger's cabin last time, he pushed his perception to the limit and carefully inspected the entire house.

Fortunately, I haven't discovered any danger, at least not from my current perspective.

The first floor consists of the living room, kitchen, and dining room.

The second floor contains bedrooms and a study.

The room was very quiet; apart from his own heartbeat and breathing, there was no sign of any living thing.

There was no sound of chains being dragged, and Su Yuan was too lazy to look for the basement entrance. He went straight to the first stop of this scavenging trip: the kitchen.

Pushing open the kitchen door, a spacious and bright Western-style kitchen comes into view.

A huge island sits in the center, with cabinets, an oven, and a refrigerator all along the walls.

Su Yuan planned to move everything, and his gaze immediately fell on the pots and pans.

"Xiao Huo said that the Level 2 train can unlock the kitchen workshop, but there is only a stove inside. These things are all rare items."

Plates, cups, knives and forks, bowls and chopsticks...

Su Yuan stuffed everything that looked usable into the empty treasure chest he had brought.

The treasure chests in this world are so convenient; they come with their own spatial attributes, and you don't have to worry about weight.

However, to his slight disappointment, due to the difference in eating habits, he searched the entire kitchen and only found two pots: a huge deep stew pot and a small frying pan. He didn't find the Chinese wok that he was used to.

"Well, it's good enough that we have it. A big stew is fine too."

Su Yuan comforted himself and stuffed the heavy stew pot into the treasure chest as well.

When he arrived, he made a point of emptying the two wooden treasure chests he had previously opened. Now they were tied together with rope, one on top of the other, and carried on his back like a double tortoise shell. Although it looked comical, it was extremely practical.

As for the Remington M870, he held it tightly in his hand, with the fire axe tucked to his side, ready to deal with any emergencies.

Just as he finished looting the kitchen utensils and was about to leave the kitchen, he caught a glimpse of a small door next to the kitchen out of the corner of his eye.

The door looked ordinary, like it led to a storage room.

Su Yuan walked over, grasped the doorknob, and gently turned it.

The door opened.

He peeked inside.

The next second, even Su Yuan, who was very knowledgeable, couldn't help but gasp.

"Holy crap!"

Behind the door, in this small storage room, the shelves on all four walls were densely and neatly filled with all kinds of canned goods!

Canned spinach, canned mixed fruit, canned tomatoes...

There are also canned beef, canned luncheon meat, canned tuna, canned sardines...

The variety is dazzling; at a glance, there must be at least a hundred cans!

"That feels so good!"

Su Yuan felt his heart pounding wildly.

In today's world where food is life itself, the value of such a large quantity of canned goods that can be stored for a long time is simply immeasurable!

He picked up a can of beef at random, looked at the production date, and found that it was produced on March 2, 2001.

Many of the other canned goods were from roughly the same year, with only slight fluctuations. Clearly, these items were all purchased by the homeowner at the same time.

It's unclear what year it is in the Train World. These are obviously civilian canned goods. Although the Train World doesn't know what year it is, or perhaps each station is an independent dimension, who knows?

However, judging from the environment of this house, the time could not have been within the last few years.

Unlike military canned goods, civilian canned goods have obviously passed their designed shelf life, but they are not completely inedible.

As long as the contents of the container are not contaminated, then you can finish building it.

Su Yuan also noticed that there were more than a dozen sacks piled up under the shelf.

Su Yuan eagerly cut one open, and a rotten, sour smell immediately wafted out. The potatoes and onions inside had long since rotted into a mess.

He didn't mind and cut open a few more, only to find that the flour and grains inside were all spoiled.

"pity."

Su Yuan shook his head, but he wasn't greedy. Having so many cans of food was already a windfall.

"Let's move in!"

Without further hesitation, he immediately began his moving operation.

Each storage compartment can hold up to nine cans of the same type. Su Yuan carried two "turtle shell" treasure chests and ran back and forth between the farmhouse and the train twice before finally carrying all of the nearly one hundred cans back to his carriage.

Looking at the newly added icons representing food in the space warehouse, Su Yuan felt an unprecedented sense of security.

He simply tore off a piece of cloth, wrapped all the pots and pans together, and carried them back.

Su Yuan packed up almost everything usable in the kitchen, including the electric oven and refrigerator, both of which had considerable value for smelting.

[Master is mighty! Master is domineering!]

Little Fire's flattery rang out at the right moment. It knew that when it saw Su Yuan carrying things back, it would definitely have a lot of work to do, and with work to do, it could rightfully ask its master for food.

The food and kitchenware were moved, and it didn't take long.

However, Su Yuan didn't have much time to begin with. There were no clocks in the train world, and Su Yuan estimated that the sun would set in about an hour, or at most an hour and a half.

With almost no time wasted, Su Yuan returned again, this time going straight to the second floor.

The second-floor corridor is covered with thick carpets, making it feel completely silent when you step on them.

Su Yuan gripped the shotgun tightly in his hand, taking each step with extreme caution.

There are three doors on both sides of the corridor, two of which are open, and the open doors lead to bedrooms.

Su Yuan took away the curtains, sheets, and blankets, and then opened the bedside tables to check them. In one of the bedroom's bedside tables, he found needles and thread, as well as needles, and took them all.

In addition, the other bedroom contained a broken picture frame with a smiling white woman holding a baby and a slightly overweight white man, as well as a mechanical music box and a mechanical watch.

Su Yuan accepted everything except the picture frame.

After repeatedly tapping on the floor and walls to confirm that there were no hidden compartments, no treasure chests, and nothing to take, the only thing was that the innermost door was tightly closed.

Su Yuan walked to the door, but instead of opening it directly, he pressed his ear against the door and listened carefully.

It was deathly silent inside.

He then gently turned the doorknob and pushed the door open to enter.

In an instant, a peculiar smell, a mixture of old paper and leather, wafted towards me.

This is a study.