Xing Ze didn't ask more about Screaming. Benson obviously knew something, but if he didn't tell it, it meant that Xing Ze had no right to know. Now he just needs to focus on the matter at hand.
Looking at Cecil who was still unconscious, Xing Ze stood up, scooped up a spoonful of water and poured it on him. Cecil shivered and quickly uttered a few curse words. Then he twisted violently and found that he was tied up.
After sitting on the chair, he gave up this futile struggle.
"I know you're here, brother, I can smell you." Cecil grinned, and Xing Ze wiped the green liquid from his face with a rag.
Cecil blinked after regaining his vision, and he saw the meat pine hammer in Xing Ze's hand, "Oh, look, the hammer. It's so interesting. I didn't expect you to be a traditional person, brother."
The train's kitchen has many useful utensils, such as meat mallets, scissors, cleavers, and even a small blowtorch. These inconspicuous kitchen utensils can also make life worse than death.
Xing Ze did not think he was a good person. This was the conclusion he came to when interrogating a human trafficker. After the guy had one of his front teeth knocked out, he stammered and confessed to all his crimes. For selfish reasons, Xing Ze knocked him out.
The other front tooth.
Cecil was not frightened at all. He continued: "You plan to use a hammer to break my teeth or fingers. You underestimate me. I am the person chosen by the great existence, ah - ah -"
Screams echoed in the room, followed by filthy curses. Xing Ze sat back in his seat. Sometimes he really felt that English was so lacking, at least it was far inferior to Chinese in terms of cursing.
"I don't mind breaking your teeth, but unfortunately, you have to answer my question." He asked slowly, "Tell me where the magic suppression curse is? You can save yourself a little pain."
"Fuck your mother, ah--fuck you, you damn inferior, I will definitely, definitely kill you..."
Xing Ze stretched out his foot and lightly kicked Cecil's knee. How painful could the shattered knee be? He didn't know, but he felt a hint of despair from the constant curses.
"It seems that your gods are not protecting you." Xing Ze stood up and spun the meat hammer in his hand.
Pain is a gift of nature, it teaches you to avoid harm, but it is also a curse.
Xing Ze never questions the beliefs of believers. They can die for their beliefs, but pain is far more terrifying than death.
"You will all die, it is coming, it is coming, it will kill you all, hahaha..."
Xing Ze looked at the prisoner and remained calm. Fanatics were always the most troublesome, and their tolerance for pain was sometimes unexpected.
"Say it, Cecil." Xing Ze whispered, "If you tell me, you can at least keep the other leg."
"I... everything... everything I have has been dedicated to the great existence."
It seemed that the pain had passed, and Xing Ze considered whether to hit him again. He had controlled the force of the previous blow well, and with the hardness of the kneecap, he should be able to receive another blow.
At this moment, the wind and snow outside suddenly became stronger, and the snowflakes hit the window with a banging sound. Xing Ze felt that the temperature in the room was dropping sharply, which was very abnormal.
"We are all going to die, ah ha ha ha, ah ha ha ha." Cecil fell into madness again. He looked up to the sky and started shouting and praying in vague words.
Xing Ze quickly walked to the window. This time, he saw a silhouette, a strange black shadow in the snowstorm, which was slowly approaching the train.
The door of the interrogation room was pushed open, and a livid-faced Benson walked in. He glanced at Cecil, and then asked Xing Ze: "Have you asked?"
Xing Ze withdrew his gaze, "I need time."
"The most lacking thing now is time." Benson's lips trembled slightly, perhaps because of the cold, "The power module will restart in fifteen minutes, and the train shield will reopen."
"What's coming from outside?"
This was a question without an answer, and Xing Ze didn't expect Benson to tell him.
"No matter what happens, Xing Ze, stay in the train and don't come out. No matter what happens!" The door was closed again, and Xing Ze heard Benson's footsteps walking away.
Cecil didn't know when he stopped talking like crazy. He tilted his head and looked at Xing Ze with a bit of pride on his face.
Is he showing off what he has done? Xing Ze exhaled, and the meat hammer mercilessly knocked on Cecil's other knee.
Then, he ignored Cecil who was moaning in pain, but walked to the dining table, swung his fingers back and forth among the utensils, and finally stopped on the spray gun.
"You heard me, Cecil, we don't have much time."
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Benson walked through Car No. 4 with a heavy face. Things developed far beyond his expectation. He was extremely unwilling to admit what Xing Ze said, but the fact was that their arrogance would kill everyone today.
After the magic train was put into use, many people proposed to the Department of Transportation to increase the number of on-board management personnel. However, those stingy executives and arrogant researchers all believed that the train's shield was enough to withstand any attack.
Now look, they probably didn't expect that the enemy would attack from within, and this person was still an official employee. One can imagine how corrupt the entire Ministry of Magic was.
He came to Car 5, which is where passengers dine, and of course drinks are provided. Several house elves were busy in the car. Mrs. Rebecca and the conductor were sitting at the bar. Conductor Dylan and Police Officer Shafiq stood aside.
, several people's faces were equally ugly.
Excluding the shovel, this is the combat power that the entire magic train can use. However, Benson knows in his heart that this is not enough.
The train conductor has always been impatient, and he immediately asked: "What is going on, Benson? First it was murder, then a terrorist attack, and now there is some kind of monster."
Benson didn't say much. He cast an anti-freeze and anti-snow spell on himself, and then said: "Gentlemen, I'm afraid we are in big trouble. We don't have much time. Let's talk as we go."
According to the previous notice, except for Lady Rebecca and Shovel, the rest of the people had to follow Benson out to meet the enemy in order to buy more time.
Balk drank the wine in his glass, shook his head, and asked while casting a spell: "How bad is it?"
"I'm afraid we all have to die outside." Benson said semi-seriously, "But at least until the power module restarts."
No one raised any more questions, and the carriage fell into an eerie silence. Everyone present saw the terrifying black figure, and they all understood their responsibilities.
Balk took the lead towards the car door. He straightened his clothes and said: "I have worked on this train for more than thirty years. Damn it, I don't care what you think, but I can definitely prevent her from being destroyed by a madman."
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"It is my responsibility to protect the safety of passengers." Shafiq stood up straight and said with determination in his tone.
Conductor Dylan did not speak, but walked silently to the conductor. He had always been like this, preferring to express his thoughts with actions rather than words.
A series of auxiliary spells such as defensive spells, anti-freezing and anti-snow spells, vision-enhancing spells, etc. were cast on everyone in the carriage.
"What can I do?" Lady Rebecca whispered to Benson.
Benson patted her hand and said: "Take good care of the children. If the young man has any requirements, satisfy him."
Officer Shafiq opened the carriage door, and white snow and cold wind rushed in instantly. The magic suppressing spell suppressed the effectiveness of most spells. Even with the blessing of many spells, the group was still freezing.
Balk was the last one to step out of the carriage. The snow outside covered his calves. The biting wind and snow kept pouring in from the opening of the magic robe. The visibility was less than ten meters.
"Damn it, if I can survive, I will definitely ask the Ministry of Magic to increase its manpower."
Dylan, who was walking in front of him, nodded in agreement and said, "That's a good idea, sir. I hope that young man can find the magic suppressing spell quickly."
"It is ridiculous to leave the fate of us and the train to a stranger." Shafiq, who was walking at the end, interjected.
"I hate Orientals as much as you do, bah!" Balk spat out the snow that blew into his mouth, "But I believe Benson, he never makes mistakes in big things."