Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead-Chapter 96: Train of the Century (16)

“Let’s go!” Bai Lian nodded. The key was to return before the corridor shifted. If time ran short, he could always cast doubt on the situation.

With that, he stepped forward first, and Yu Wen followed.

Approaching the white light, Bai Lian slowed his pace, then resolutely entered.

No peculiar sensations—no traps. It was an utterly ordinary train car.

Yet this car was too ordinary.

Bai Lian paused at the corridor’s forefront, surveying the scene. The car was filled with passengers, each absorbed in their own affairs.

Most young people sat glued to their phones. Some elderly passengers folded their arms, resting their heads against seats for a light nap. Grandparents sat beside small children, gazing out the windows together.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the passengers’ faces.

“Grandma, look! Those mountains are so tall!”

“How much longer until we’re home? I want to go shopping with Mom and eat something delicious!”

“Finally, vacation! I wonder if my parents will be surprised when they see me? Hehe~”

Work, work… Gotta finish this before we arrive. Then I can relax.

Darling, I’m here for you. Ready?

Bai Lian walked slowly forward, passengers’ voices—even unspoken thoughts—echoing in his ears.

At that moment, a distinctly childlike voice rang out:

“You can’t go any further!”

Bai Lian turned and saw a boy bathed in white light, sitting on one of the seats. His beauty was ethereal, as if sculpted by the heavens themselves. He wore a white T-shirt adorned with smiley faces.

Meeting Bai Lian’s gaze, the boy smiled faintly and addressed the surrounding passengers:

“See how happy they are. I can take them wherever they wish.”

Hearing this, Bai Lian paused. “Are you… the Train of the Century?”

Though he’d long suspected, the confirmation still startled him. A sentient train—this was headline-worthy news. His shock likely mirrored Luffy’s upon meeting the Thousand Sunny’s klabautermann.

“Yes,” the boy nodded, not denying it.

He waved his hand, and the entire car vanished. In an instant, they stood in another carriage.

Bai Lian recognized this place—the car where he’d first met Yu Wen, now filled with different passengers.

His eyes darted to the corner where a family sat around a circular table, enjoying dinner.

The table overflowed with dishes, the car fragrant with appetizing aromas.

“Try this, it’s delicious!”

“Dad, it really is! You have some too!”

“How was school this week? Homework done?”

“Mom, yesterday I answered the teacher’s question and got praised! All my homework’s finished too!”

“Well done! Keep it up, and I’ll buy you a little gift when we get home!”

The warmth was palpable, drawing an involuntary smile from Bai Lian.

He shifted his gaze and suddenly froze.

There, by the window, was the very table where he and Yu Wen had once shared coffee and conversation.

Now, a figure in casual clothes occupied it.

A girl with silver hair.

She wore headphones, sipping a drink through a straw, her lively eyes fixed on the passing scenery.

Seeing her, Bai Lian stood transfixed!

“Wait!”

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The boy, about to shift the scene again, halted at Bai Lian’s raised hand.

“Give me a moment,” Bai Lian said, already moving toward the table before receiving an answer.

His breath quickened. This person was utterly unexpected—he’d never imagined encountering her here.

He swiftly approached the table, sat opposite the girl, and stared intently.

“Mo Lu…” he murmured. The girl didn’t react, didn’t hear him.

Bai Lian wasn’t surprised. Upon entering, he’d realized this was an illusion crafted by the Train of the Century.

No response was normal.

What intrigued him most was why Mo Lu appeared here.

Could the train’s world overlap with Mo Lu’s? Unlikely. Laboratory No. 45 had only recently been cleared, while the train had existed in this state for years.

Perhaps each dungeon occupied its own timeline, disconnected from others.

When Bai Lian entered Laboratory No. 45, the Train of the Century might still have been on its normal route. By the time they entered this dungeon, the train had already shifted to a future timeline.

Here, Mo Lu looked even more radiant than in the lab—a silver-haired angel.

“Seems there’s no useful information left,” Bai Lian sighed, watching Mo Lu gaze steadfastly out the window.

As he rose to leave, he noticed her glance away.

She retrieved a sheet of paper from her breast pocket, produced a pen, and began writing.

Bai Lian strained to read the text, but the words blurred incomprehensibly.

“What is this?” Bai Lian’s frustration mounted as he glared at the Train of the Century.

The train-boy shook his head:

“I don’t know. It seems this sister blocked it herself. She doesn’t want anyone seeing what she wrote.”

Bai Lian understood and pressed no further—such secrecy fit Mo Lu’s character.

He continued observing. After finishing her note, Mo Lu folded it neatly and traced three lines across the carriage wall with her finger.

Three cracks split the metal. Mo Lu pried open a hidden compartment, tucked the note inside, and resealed it.

Finally, she peeled the label from her drink and stuck it over the compartment, marking it with a single character.

This time, Bai Lian could see it clearly—the character “Bai.”