System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 836 - 334: "Then Why Aren’t You Dead Yet?

The various technologies are emerging like bamboo shoots after a rain.

Each accessory original image has been developed.

People have even become accustomed to transportation methods like "space leap" and "wormhole traversal." Without these means of transportation, humans would not be able to develop in the vast cosmos, and even leaving their own planet by a light year would be a fantasy that could never be realized.

This method is undoubtedly good, but it also leaves eye-catching space fluctuations.

For secrecy.

He adopted this most primitive method.

Sometimes, primitive often means fewer flaws.

This is a secret passage he built a long time ago, for secretly transferring his "desk" during times of crisis. The "desk" is his life, the source of his beginnings, and he can't do without this desk.

This secret passage cost him a lot of money and energy.

All the people involved in the construction of this secret passage were arranged by him to join an expedition team, sent to the Southern Border for exploration, and permanently went missing in an accident.

The tunnel has a lot of accessories installed.

Ensuring that unless it's that top-tier radar, the tunnel can't be detected at all, and no one knows of its existence.

One hour later.

The conveyor belt slowly came to a halt, arriving at a spacious platform.

This is not the endpoint.

But compared to the tunnel, the surrounding is much more spacious, with several pieces of equipment arranged, like creating a resting spot.

The elder standing on the conveyor belt took a deep breath again, embraced this desk, and then laboriously placed the desk on the "hydraulic machine" in the corner.

After finishing all this.

The elder let out a gentle breath, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and slowly lit it.

Illuminated by the daylight lamp in the tunnel, the cigarette in the elder's mouth, flickering like a dying ember, released smoke that first gathered and then was torn apart by the chilling wind in the tunnel.

He inhaled deeply.

As if trying to consume all the world's impurities into his lungs, exhaling again with smoke lingering among the wrinkles.

Uncertain how much time passed.

The ashes quietly fell onto his lapel, and the elder glanced down, not wiping it off, just quietly watching.

He looked towards the dissipating smoke ahead, his eyes slightly moist as if irritated red.

After the cigarette burned out.

The elder extinguished the cigarette butt with his fingers, walked to the desk, took out the "brass key" from his pocket, put it back in the drawer, and after closing the drawer one last time, took the remote button next to the "hydraulic machine" and stepped back a few steps.

Looking at the desk quietly lying under the "hydraulic machine," after a long and dazed silence, he finally lowered his head and murmured to the red button in his hand.

"Goodbye, old mate."

"There are always moments of separation in life."

When facing death, one realizes they are not as strong as they think.

He always thought he wasn't afraid of death.

But when the "desk" showed signs of demanding, he started to fear. He didn't want to be involved in unknown plots, nor did he want to become a pawn. He felt it was time to end the freebies of fate.

He wouldn't need it anymore.

His current wealth was already ample enough, even without the desk, it wouldn't affect much.

In the next moment—

The elder resolutely pressed the red button in his hand.

The hydraulic machine's roar resounded throughout the tunnel.

The plain desk, under the hydraulic machine's squeeze, shattered almost instantly, the tabletop first broke, countless wood chips spewed into the air. He had leaned on this desk many times writing about future visions, often contemplating handing it down to his son.

However.

At this moment, he personally destroyed his own desk.

Allowing it to be crushed in the hydraulic machine's grip.

A man is emotional about objects that accompanied him for a long time. The elder looked at the gradually crushed desk, his eyes slightly reddened, but just then!

The hydraulic machine suddenly jammed.

The elder was slightly taken aback, the machine's roar in his ears didn't stop. After pressing the red button several times, the hydraulic machine couldn't advance anymore, the desk in front had been half destroyed, countless wood chips flew in the air.

After operating the hydraulic machine for realignment.

The desk, now free from the squeeze, collapsed to the side.

And then.

He finally saw the true appearance of this desk.

Fright flashed in the elder's eyes, somewhat disbelief facing this sight, the desk... was merely a disguise. When the outer desk shattered under the hydraulic machine, exposed was a refrigerator?

He walked forward briskly.

After cleaning up the wood chips and debris from the refrigerator's exterior, he carefully inspected once more, confirming that this was indeed a refrigerator, at least from a human perspective, this thing could only be a refrigerator.

Still a refrigerator without a door.

It was a modified refrigerator, all along thinking he was tugging at a drawer, he was just pulling out a doorless refrigerator from under the desk.

After a bit of skeptical experimenting again, he found this refrigerator exceptionally sturdy, the hydraulic machine's pillar surface was already bumpy, yet this refrigerator remained intact.

"..."

After a long silence, the elder left the refrigerator here and didn't bother anymore, turned back onto the conveyor belt, and headed back the way he came.

For now, just leave it here.

As for the key, he temporarily left it inside the refrigerator.

Returning to the study.

Possessed suddenly, he inexplicably started asking informants if during the exploration of the Celestial Palace, they found any locked doors or the like, but the response was, so far they're just on the periphery, haven't ventured deep into the Celestial Palace.