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

The tailgate of No. 013 was only one hand's width open.

The red hand lamp was mostly covered by the cloth, but the light leaked out through the gaps and swept across the tail hook.

Just that half-second.

Everyone saw it.

Below the No. 013 tail hook, there is an extra section of the old hook tongue.

It's wet.

It's cold.

The metal surface was covered with black sludge, with water droplets still clinging to the edges, as if it had just been dragged out of a wastewater tank.

The thing made no sound.

It was fastened to the bottom of the 013 tail, very close, as if it had been waiting there for a long time.

The two survivors by the tailgate froze simultaneously.

One of them almost dropped the red lantern he was holding.

Tang Lan's voice came from the front of the carriage.

"Don't come near."

She held the brake lever with one hand, while her other hand had already reached for the holster.

"The person near the tailgate, take half a step back. Don't wave the lights around."

The two survivors swallowed hard and moved backward, their heels touching the floor.

Inside carriage 013, the injured person was restrained and pinned to the seat by a strap.

No one dared to breathe loudly.

The handwritten warning signs from the side door were still fresh in everyone's minds.

Don't count the carriages.

If you hear a fourth knock, immediately cut off the tail hook.

Now, there's really something more under the tail hook.

Wang Hu poked half his body out from the side door of the Devouring Wasteland, a wrench already in his hand.

"Boss, I'm going down to chop."

"return."

Su Yuan sat in the driver's seat, his voice remaining low.

Wang Hu stopped moving.

"It was hanging at the tail of number 013."

"I'll cut off the tail hook."

"Don't rush."

Su Yuan rested his right hand on the steering wheel, keeping the accelerator pedal at a very low position.

The Devourer was still descending at a low speed.

The roof of the vehicle is very close to the steel beam above.

As the wheel passes over the narrow rail joint, the slight vibration is transmitted all the way to the third section.

The old mechanic squatted in the third carriage, his face almost touching the four water cups.

Four corners.

Four water surfaces.

There was a slight sloshing on the water's surface.

No jump.

Xiao Huo reports the number.

"The pressure in the third section is stable. The gas safety margin is nine percent."

Tang Lan immediately responded.

"The stress in tail beam No. 013 is 12 percent."

She stared at the tail monitoring table.

"12:40".

"12:08".

Wang Hu grew irritated and gripped the lever handle with his fingers.

"If we delay any longer, it will eat it up."

Su Yuan looked at the downward track ahead.

"Don't treat it like a monster yet."

Wang Hu frowned.

Su Yuan added a sentence.

"Treat it like a broken car."

No one in the carriage immediately understood.

It was dark behind us, with no lights.

The broadcast from the other side of the fake gate was blocked by the steel layer, leaving only a very low, intermittent noise.

But deeper still, other voices caught up.

It's not crawling.

It's not fascial friction.

It's metal wheels rolling on old tracks.

It's very light.

One at a time.

The small torch, at its lowest power, swept infrared beams toward the tail of No. 013.

The screen is very dark.

In the infrared outline, the old connecting tongue has no active current.

There is no heat source.

There is no high-temperature power compartment.

It was just being pushed up by something, slowly attaching to the No. 013 tail hook.

Xiao Huo pressed his ear against the earphone.

"There is no active driving force."

Tang Lan looked at the stress on the tail beam.

"13.2"

"13.7".

"fourteen."

Her hand did not leave the brake lever.

"It doesn't move on its own?"

The image is scanned and enlarged using a small torch.

"The connecting tongue itself has no power. There is a heavy object behind it that pushes it forward."

Li Wei leaned against the third door, his face already drained of color.

He stared at the warning sign on the wall that had just passed by.

"If you hear a fourth knock, immediately cut off the tail hook."

He moved his throat a few times.

"Before the person guarding the vehicle disappeared, there would be an extra hook at the rear."

Wang Hu turned to look at him.

"You're only telling me now?"

Li Wei hunched his shoulders.

"I didn't see it with my own eyes. It was all told by people who were awake later. After 3:07, there was a beep at the tail. A few minutes later, the person was gone."

"How many times?"

Li Wei closed his eyes briefly.

"The fourth time."

The voice just fell.

From the darkness at the tail of No. 013, a very light tap came.

when.

Only once.

not long.

not heavy.

But everyone on the train heard it.

The next second, the tail of No. 013 was suddenly pulled backward.

The rear section of the carriage sank by half a foot.

The tail beam steel plate emitted a sharp bending sound.

In the third section, all four water cups shook simultaneously.

The experienced mechanic was quick and managed to press down on the cup holder, but water still splashed out in a circle.

The fire started to make a sudden, urgent sound.

"Poison gas insurance is 16%."

Tang Lan clenched her back teeth.

"Tail beam stress is 17."

"eighteen."

An old horn at the rear of car number 013 suddenly went off.

The horn's control wires had long been disconnected, leaving only the outer casing hanging on the car wall.

Intermittent broadcasts began to play from inside.

"The tail car is malfunctioning..."

"It is recommended to re-group the cells after excision..."

"Removal is recommended..."

Someone moved inside the carriage.

An injured man with his arm in a splint looked up at the release lever.

Another young survivor, sitting by the door, had his fingers already touching the safety cover.

Nobody scolded him.

Because at that moment, everyone saw the tail boom deform.

If this drags on any longer, No. 013 will be torn apart from the tail.

"Cut it off."

Someone whispered.

"If this drags on any longer, they'll all die."

"The third quarter is also in the middle!"

Another person replied, their voice trembling.

"Then what should we do? Let Number 013 be towed away?"

"There are still twelve sleeping in the third quarter!"

"There are people in our car too!"

A few words squeezed into the cramped carriage immediately turned into an overwhelming sense of unease.

The young survivor's fingertips gripped the safety cap that had come off.

He didn't pull it.

But the hand was already there.

boom.

A gunshot rang out.

The red warning light next to the unhooking lever was smashed.

Broken plastic splattered on the ground.

The carriage fell silent instantly.

Tang Lan's gun was still smoking.

She stood beside the brake lever, her face showing no sign of backing down.

"The lead vehicle did not give the order."

She looked at the hand.

"Whoever touches the lever, I'll break their hand first."

The young survivor's face turned pale as he slowly removed his hand from the safety cover.

Tang Lan didn't look at him again.

"Continue counting."

The surviving passenger in the front seat quickly checked his watch.

"Tail boom nineteen point one."

"19.4"

"19.9"

In the control room of Base 04, the low-frequency backhaul video was intermittent.

There is no clear image on the main screen.

Only the tail boom stress curve, the third section toxic gas safety curve, and a few sections of the infrared outline of the tail of No. 013 are shown.

Lu Mingyuan stood in front of the control panel, his palms resting on the edge of the table.

The old engineer clutched his hat in his hand, his knuckles pressing against the fabric.

A technician lowered his voice.

"In one more minute, the tail section will crack."

The other one is staring at the curve.

"If we cut the hook now, we can at least save the lead car and the first half of the third section."

The old engineer suddenly looked up.

"The first half of the third quarter?"

The technician shut up.

Lu Mingyuan stared at the main screen, making no judgment.

On the screen, Su Yuan's car was still traveling at a steady speed of less than four kilometers per hour.

There was no sudden braking.

There was no sudden surge.

It has not decoupled.

A louder, muffled thud came from behind, towards the direction of the fake gate.

That was the sound of the cutting teeth biting through the disguised door panel.

The sound became muffled through the steel layer, but it was still very clear.

The noise from behind the small torch is connected to the main control panel.

"The door panel on the fake door side is about to give way."

Wang Hu felt a lump in his throat upon hearing this.

There are low, narrow tracks ahead.

There is a fake door recycling tank at the back.

There was something unseen hanging at the tail.

Quickly summarize over a low flame.

"Forced acceleration caused the tail beam of No. 013 to break."

"Sudden stop, third quarter bounce."

"Cut the hook; the cargo attached to the tail may have taken away half of chassis number 013."

Wang Hu cursed.

"If none of these work, then what should we do?"

Su Yuan did not respond to his attack.

"Chalk dust".

Wang Hu was taken aback.

"What?"

"Don't hang your tongue like a couplet. Spread your tail hook below."

Wang Hu realized what was happening and immediately grabbed the chalk dust container.

"Tang Lan, open the tailgate securely."

Tang Lan replied quickly.

"Turn on one palm. Light for half a second."

The two survivors climbed back over the tailgate.

A person used their shoulder to hold the door open.

The other person lowered the red hand light, leaving only half of it visible.

Wang Hu knelt on one knee at the side door of the Devouring Wasteland and used a steel hook to hand the chalk dust container to the tail door of No. 013.

The young survivor took the jar.

His hands were still shaking.

Tang Lan reminded her in a cold voice.

"Look below the tail hook, not behind it."

The young survivor gritted his teeth and sprinkled half a can of chalk dust out from under the door.

The white ash fell into the darkness.

They weren't sucked away by the fake door.

It was not pulled backward by the drag force of the tail.

When the dust falls below the tongue, it is blown away by a small gust of wind.

It's not drifting aimlessly.

It's a section.

stop.

A section.

stop.

The third paragraph is even shorter.

The small fire immediately captured the trajectory.

"There is a periodic return airflow."

Su Yuan looked at the screen.

"frequency."

Xiao Huo announced the numbers.

"It's close to the leaking rhythm of old-fashioned air brake cylinders."

Wang Hu crouched down and pushed the red hand lamp back half an inch.

This time, he didn't take a picture of the front of the couplet, but rather the side.

Half a second of light passed.

Beneath the black sludge, a patch of white paint was visible.

Most of the serial number has been worn away.

Only one "0" can be seen.

There's a slight bend in the middle.

It looks like the top half of the number "5".

Wang Hu squinted.

"The number is on the side."

"0...5".

The old mechanic moved over from the third doorway and listened to the floor for a while with his ear pressed against it.

The sound of the tracks grinding periodically came from the rear of the train.

squeak.

Pause for half a beat.

squeak.

Pause for another half a beat.

The veteran mechanic raises his head.

"Not claws."

His throat was dry, but he spoke very steadily.

"The wheelsets are low on lubrication. It's an old Bluestar brake wheel. The bearings are making this noise because they've caught sand."

In the control room, the veteran engineer pushed aside the technician next to him and leaned closer to the voiceprint image.

He stared at the return air frequency and the grinding sound of the rails, his expression changing.

"Old-style brake wheel."

He looked at it again.

"Artificially modified."

Lu Mingyuan turned his head.

Are you sure?

The old engineer slammed his hat on the table.

"This is a train, not a living thing. The train behind caught up using the residual springs and the inertia of the gradient. It wasn't biting; it was recoiling."

The technicians in the control room all stopped.

The person who just suggested decoupling looked at the curve and couldn't say a word.

Inside number 013, Tang Lan walked up to the young survivor.

"Take your hand away."

The young survivor then realized that his hand was once again reaching for the safety cap.

He recoiled as if he had been burned.

Tang Lan did not reprimand her further.

She pointed to the injured person next to her.

"Tighten the fixing straps."

The young survivors bowed their heads and did as instructed.

On the fastener.

With a click.

No one in the car mentioned the cutting hook anymore.

The small torch tail model was assembled.

"The following section is likely a non-powered trailer. The coupling tongue is already partially engaged. It's almost time for its third rewind."

Wang Hu turned to look at Su Yuan.

"Can it be used?"

Su Yuan stared at the force curve.

"able."

Wang Hu's taut face relaxed for a moment, then immediately tightened again.

"How do I use it?"

"Make it bite firmly."

Several people in number 013 almost looked up.

Tang Lan didn't ask why.

"How can we cooperate?"

Su Yuan's instructions were very brief.

"013 Songbange brake".

"The tail hook is fully engaged."

"Wang Hu, the auxiliary cable goes around the bottom of the third section and attaches to the left beam of No. 013."

"A triangular force is formed."

Wang Hu grabbed the winch cable and immediately crawled into the third maintenance port.

"Old mechanic, watch the cup."

"Watch."

The veteran mechanic re-secured the four water cups.

The cup with the cracked bottom was almost empty.

He added more water.

His hands didn't stop.

"Tang Lan, prepare for a half-hug, number thirteen."

"receive."

"Section 3: Tighten all the fixing straps a second time."

Li Wei immediately went to check the fastenings on the sleeping person.

His movements were a bit chaotic, but he pressed each button all the way down.

The young survivor also ran from the tail of number 013 to the third section connection to help tighten the shoulder straps on the side.

No one called him.

He came by himself.

Su Yuan looked at the tracks ahead.

A small fire suddenly gave a notification.

"Twenty-six meters ahead, broken rail joint."

The red hand light swept across.

The artificial life-saving track at the front is missing a section in the middle.

not long.

But below the rail gap is a dark recycling well.

Without the support of the rear section, the weight of section 013 and the third section would have sunk simultaneously at that moment.

If the floorboards bounce in the third quarter, the toxic gas safety device could very well hit the danger line.

Wang Hu dragged the auxiliary rope back from the bottom of the third section.

The steel cable was looped around the bottom support beam and diagonally fastened to the No. 013 side beam.

He used a hammer to tighten the pin.

"The secondary cable is engaged. It can only withstand oblique force; don't let it pull straight up."

Su Yuan nodded.

"enough."

The unseen trailer section at the rear began to tighten for the second time.

The tail of number 013 dipped backward.

Tang Lan pressed the brake lever and released it half a notch according to the rhythm given by Su Yuan.

A metallic snapping sound came from below the tail hook.

Click.

This time it's more realistic.

Xiao Huo reports the number.

"The interlocking meshing is 70% complete."

Tang Lan stared at her watch.

"Tail beam twenty-one."

"Twenty-two."

Su Yuan did not accelerate.

"Wait for the third time."

Wang Hu squatted beside the auxiliary cable, his hands pressing down on the steel cable, his palms covered in black oil and blood.

"It's going to roll back up."

Xiao Huo kept an eye on the rhythm of the leaking air at the rear.

"one."

"two."

"three."

The old trailer behind it rolled back for the third time, exerting its power.

The tail of No. 013 was suddenly dragged backward.

At the same instant, Su Yuan lightly pressed the accelerator.

The Devourer pushed forward a little.

Tang Lan half-hugs him to death.

Track 013 bit the rail surface, but did not lock completely.

The third section is sandwiched in the middle, like a buffer beam that has been pressed down.

The secondary cable suddenly tightened.

The pull of the trailer at the rear was driven in by the No. 013 tail hook, without directly tearing the tail beam.

It was half eaten up by the left beam.

It was then guided by the secondary cable to the bottom support of the third section.

Finally, it landed on the front beam and wheels of the Devourer.

The entire train body was lowered together.

The front wheel is close to the broken rail joint.

Su Yuan did not rush.

He let the wheels slowly run over it.

The front of the car passes through the gap.

The third section enters above the seam.

All four water glasses were shaken violently at the same time.

The old mechanic had his hands on the cup holder and his knees on the ground.

"Jump to the right!"

Tang Lan immediately loosened the pressure by half a notch, then pressed it back down.

Number 013 provides a reaction force.

The retraction force of the old trailer at the rear has not yet disappeared.

It dragged the entire train from behind, forcefully flattening the rear that should have sunk.

The third section of the base plate only sank a very small section.

The small fire made a tense sound.

"Poison gas insurance rate is 18%."

"twenty."

"Twenty-one."

Everyone was staring at that red line.

The water in the glass overflowed along the rim and spilled onto the floor.

The old mechanic's trouser leg was wet.

He didn't move.

The No. 013 locomotive ran over the broken rail joint.

Just as the tail was about to sink, Su Yuansong applied oil and applied the brakes.

Tang Lan half-hugs him to death.

The dead weight of the old trailer at the rear was pulling on the rear beam of No. 013.

The car body did not crash down.

The track grazed the edge of the break.

Xiao Huo kept a close eye on the toxic gas safety device.

"twenty."

"nineteen."

"Seventeen."

"fourteen."

"eleven."

The convoy passed the broken rail gap completely.

Wang Hu then released his grip on the rope.

My palms were pierced by the steel wire burrs, leaving several bloody cuts.

He glanced at it and ignored it.

The old mechanic sat on the ground, leaning against the third door frame.

The four water glasses were still shaking, but slowly came to a stop.

He stared at the cracked cup, remaining silent for a long time.

In the control room, the force curve on the main screen remained at its peak.

All the technicians were standing.

No one is typing on the keyboard.

The old engineer stared at the curve of the tail pulling back, his lips moving a few times.

"He used the deadly hook as a tail anchor."

Lu Mingyuan looked at the grouping model on the screen.

Devourer of the Wilderness

Section 3.

013 number.

There was an extra gray, unidentified carriage behind it.

The four sections of the track were re-stabilized on the artificial lifeline.

They almost broke together on that rail joint.

Inside room 013, Tang Lan looked up and gazed ahead.

The third section is in between, so the cockpit of the Devourer cannot be seen.

She still spoke up.

"Continue with the lead car's pace."

This is not a command given to others.

It puts pressure on the entire train carriage.

The young survivor bent down to inspect the injured man's fasteners, his movements much more steady than before.

A one-armed soldier glanced at him.

"This time it's on right."

The young survivors did not retort.

He tightened his own restraints as well.

The convoy continued to slide deeper into the artificial safety track.

The old trailer at the rear got caught on the No. 013 rear hook.

I'll stop rambling.

It became dead weight.

Whenever there was a small crack on the downhill slope, Su Yuan would use it to press down the tail.

At each bend, Tang Lan would half-lock the trailer, allowing its inertia to counteract the lateral sway.

What was once a nerve-wracking tail hook has now become an anchor for the entire train.

The control room at Base 04 synchronized this stress record to the survivor channel.

The maintenance workers, wounded soldiers, and guards hiding in various parts of the base all saw those curves.

Someone was standing at the door of the tool shed, holding half a wrench in his hand.

Someone had just carried the water tank halfway when they heard the low-frequency echo from the radio. They paused for a few seconds, then picked up the water tank again.

The old engineer picked up his hat and put it back on.

"Stop looking."

He turned around and roared.

"Check the old blueprints. Find the spare steel cables. Check if there are any manual cables behind maintenance access point number three; dig them all out."

Only then did the technicians get to work.

The drawer was pulled open.

The old cardboard box was brought onto the table.

A roll of yellowed, curly paper was laid out, its edges curled up, and it took several wrenches to flatten it.

Someone shouted.

"We found a hand-drawn diagram of the interlayer, but the numbering has been scratched off."

"Bring it here."

"There are still two old stock in the cable warehouse, but they're not long enough."

"Connect it and send it to the downlink rail entrance first."

People who were originally just waiting for orders started looking for things to do on their own.

Lu Mingyuan looked at the main screen and opened the base's internal communication.

"All maintenance workers who are still able to operate should prepare supplies according to the needs of the lead locomotive."

"Don't ask the system."

"Ask a human to record it."

After this message was sent out, responses quickly came through the channel.

"The East Warehouse also has a hand-cranked jack."

"The medical cabin can provide two stretchers."

"The old track maintenance team still has a manual winch."

"Send it over."

Inside the artificial life-saving track, Su Yuan heard these responses but said nothing.

He looked at the narrow track ahead.

The vehicle is still moving at a low speed.

The third section's toxic gas safety margin remained stable at 11%.

The small fire re-scanned the old trailer at the rear.

Most of the rear compartment was still in darkness.

The red hand lamp shines intermittently.

A piece of the sludge was shaken off.

The white paint number was finally fully revealed.

Spare luggage cart number 005.

There is also a line of white text on the side of the carriage.

Most of it was covered with black oil.

Wang Hu asked the red hand light to be placed lower.

Small flame zoomed in on the image.

The words gradually appeared.

"Do not open the door, there are undelivered supplies inside."

After Wang Hu finished reading, his brows furrowed.

"Luggage cart?"

Tang Lan also saw it from over there at number 013.

"Undelivered supplies?"

When Li Wei heard "005", his expression became complicated.

"Nobody has ever mentioned the fifth quarter before."

The old mechanic sat up straighter.

"It says on the wall: Do not count the carriages."

Wang Hu turned around.

"How many sections are we talking about now?"

No one answered immediately.

The Devourer was the lead vehicle.

The third section is in the middle.

Number 013 is hung at the back.

Number 005 was then attached to the tail of number 013.

If you follow the numbers, it's random.

If we follow the actual grouping, it consists of four sections.

But the wall says, "Don't count the carriages."

Su Yuan looked at the tail model.

"Don't count yet."

Xiao Huo nodded and changed the group display to code names.

The lead vehicle.

Number three.

Number 13.

tail anchor.

It no longer uses "Section 4" or "Section 5".

As the convoy ventured deeper, the gradient began to ease.

The upper beams are not that low.

The welded supports on the wall have also become denser.

Some old, white-painted arrows point to the right.

But there is no road on the right.

There is only one row of sealed shelving slots.

Number 005 was trailing behind, and the sound of its wheels running out of oil could be heard intermittently.

They didn't knock on the door again.

There was no further broadcast of "removal and regrouping".

Wang Hu sat back down by the side door of the Devouring Wasteland and wrapped two loops of cloth around his palm.

He glanced at number 005 on the surveillance camera.

"If this thing really was left by Ji Yun and his group, they're ruthless."

The little fire replied softly.

"They may not have a choice."

Wang Hu didn't say anything more.

In the third section, Li Wei wrapped the blanket tightly around himself and sat by the door in a daze.

The moment he asked for the password, it was as if he had reopened a door from fourteen years ago.

No one comforted him.

There was no further conversation in the car.

Everyone is focused on their own assigned area.

Tang Lan stared at the brakes.

The veteran mechanic stares at his water cup.

Keep an eye on the curve with a small flame.

Wang Hu was watching the deputy rope.

Su Yuan kept an eye on the tracks.

After another seventy meters or so, a very faint rolling sound suddenly came from carriage number 005.

Gurgle.

Gurgle.

Like a metal box sliding off a shelf, bumping into another box, and then stopping.

Everyone looked at the screen at the back at the same time.

Tang Lan raised her hand, and silence immediately fell over the room in room 013.

The small torch's microphone was turned towards number 005.

There was no sound of voices inside.

Only the lingering sound of the goods sliding.

Immediately afterwards, the old horn at the rear of number 013 sounded again.

This time, it wasn't a system broadcast.

It's not the intermittent, mechanical prompts from before either.

The voice sounded very old.

There is background noise.

The tape vibrated slightly as it rotated.

A woman's voice came from the loudspeaker.

"If the lead car No. 001 hears this message, it means that the third section is still in progress, and No. 005 has successfully registered."

Li Wei froze.

Wang Hu looked at him.

Li Wei's lips trembled a few times.

"Ji Yun".

Recording continues.

"Do not open the left-side cargo door."

"Behind the cargo door on the right, there is a third water tank prepared for the Great Wall Key."

No one in the carriage moved.

Even the tail of the small fire stopped next to the control panel.

The recording paused for two seconds.

A blank, scratching sound came from the tape.

Then, Ji Yun added another sentence.

"And a security guard who was still alive."