The waiting hall is also very small, which reminds Cassia of the previous history of human planning told in books. The waiting hall at the station here has the flavor of those evolutionary histories, and functions that are not frequently used will eventually be eliminated over time.
Go down. There were only about a dozen people who got off the high-speed train here, dragging their cumbersome salutes. After getting off the train, they looked around with confused eyes for a long time.
There are no obvious buildings, only a earthy gray road that winds and leads to a place in the distance where the weeds are getting less and less.
The station was not built together with the town, which was a problem that Cassia had not figured out.
The weather was sunny, and the sun shone without any warmth. The train didn't stay for a long time. When Cassia walked into the carriage again, Cassia was the only one left in the long carriage. It could have been better.
The train conductors that I saw from time to time have disappeared now. They probably thought that there will be no passengers left in the carriage during the rest of the journey. At this last stop of the railway line, except for them, there are usually no other passengers.
No one is visiting anymore.
In the following time, the train entered a truly deserted area. It was difficult to find traces of human activities in the flowing scenery on both sides. During the process, we saw several concrete roads, but the roads had completely collapsed under the force of nature.
The gaps are filled with withered weeds. There is no way to follow the train for a long distance. Most of them will be swallowed up by the waist-high weeds with a "swish" in the middle of the journey, or
It was blocked by a large piece of rubble and was lost forever.
There is an abandoned railway foundation nearby. It seems that due to geological reasons, this railway line has been modified many times in its long history. Nothing remains unchanged, let alone something as fragile as steel.
By the time the whistle of the high-speed train sounded, the surrounding scenery had become blurry and there were no bright lights and shadows. There was only the white light of the lonely high-pressure mercury lamp lighting up on the side of the railway, and there was no such thing as those in summer.
A moth that will accompany it most of the night.
The platform is very long, and its surface is severely worn. There is no sign that can be called a sign. It just lies quietly under the white light in the surrounding silent darkness.
The high-speed train next to him started again not long after Cassia got off the train, slowly following the curved railway line around a big bend and heading in the direction it came from.
"I really thought there was no one else on the train." Cassia sighed, "But fortunately, we still stopped when we arrived at the station."
Feeling rejoicing in his heart, he dragged his luggage towards the end of the long platform, where there were several connected rooms and bungalow structures covered with evergreen vines. Regardless of the thickness of the plant's rhizomes,
Judging from the corner of the house and buildings peeking out from it, they are all the product of a long period of time.
There are more dazzling lights inside, and "sizzling" electronic sounds come from time to time. Someone is debugging the radio equipment. Maybe they just want to listen to the radio or something. This is not in the deep mountains and old forests, but apart from the platform and the side of the platform,
A long railway and nothing else.
After getting closer, Cassia discovered that there was soft music playing in the room. It seemed to be a film machine, and the sharp sound of the sharp stylus rubbing against the grain of the vinyl could be distinguished. I didn’t know what the song was, but Cassia was familiar with this aspect.
Not much is known about it. Nowadays, among the imperial nobles and a group of ladies who have nothing to do, a machine called "video" is becoming popular. Although it can be seen frequently in newspapers or some best-selling books and periodicals,
But apart from the books she was interested in, Cassia was only interested in rough steam pipes and machinery.
Very nice music, Cassia described the sound she heard. But it was destroyed by the ever-present electronic sound.
The window is not closed and the curtains are not drawn. Standing at the window, you can feel the warmth overflowing from inside.
The space is very large, at least about twice the area of the current Imperial Stake Room. It is a very simple room with several large tables. The film machine is placed on the table next to the window, and next to it is a large-capacity kettle.
Next to a set of metal cups, the smell emanating from the air revealed that there was half a cup of cold coffee inside.
The electronic noise came from a communication machine. It should be a military product, right? Cassia thought, because he did not see the model of the communication machine. A middle-aged man was playing with the machine and touching it seriously.
The buttons and rotary switches are as careful as a child touching the water for the first time, and he can't help but sigh.
His age could not be called an uncle. Cassia judged that his body was very strong. Leaving aside strength and speed, his body shape and the muscles that were faintly visible under his thin cotton-padded clothes were already close to those of most students in the military school. p>
Inside the room, you can also see several air-dried furs hanging on the wall, which belong to goats. On the other side of the wall, there are several goat heads that have been treated with antiseptic chemicals. There are also brown bear furs, which are very large.
One sheet was neatly spread out and nailed to the wall.
There are several brown shotguns placed under the corner. The barrels of the guns are very thick. After loading the ammunition, it can be imagined that they are far more powerful than ordinary small shotguns. This is roughly at the foot of the mountain, although the surrounding terrain is still calm.
Slowly, but a bulging black shadow is not far behind you. There is a mountain range at the junction of the Empire and the Far Sea Commonwealth.
The middle-aged man should be the one stationed at this small station. His attention is entirely focused on the communication machine in front of him. No one comes here all year round. In addition, even if Cassia is dragging her luggage, the sound of footsteps cannot be heard.
It's not big, it's the natural control of the body.
After standing outside the window for a while, the middle-aged man read a detailed instruction to re-adjust the communication machine, but what he received was still an eternal electronic noise. He became irritable and his mouth became dry.
I turned around to take a sip of water, and saw Cassia standing silently behind the window
The hand holding the instruction manual visibly shook a few times, but the middle-aged man's reflexes were still amazing. He finally reacted in an instant and did not exhale "Yeah" from his half-open mouth.
Exhaling a breath, the middle-aged man was half surprised and half confused. He hadn't seen anyone other than the military for a long time, and suddenly he didn't know what to say.
After thinking for a while, I found the right words.
"Hello?"
"Hello." Cassia replied with a smile, naturally picking up her luggage and indicating her identity.