Chapter 13
Chapter 13 Platform Task
Hiss——
The Train stopped, and Ye Qiyan looked out the Train window.
The world of this station was not as dark as the previous two stations; instead, the sun hanging high in the sky illuminated the entire land brightly.
This place was completely different from the previous two stations.
The streets outside were full of dark red traces, and abandoned cars blocked together.
Doomsday town.
Fittingly named.
“Hey, Wall-E, get up and work.”
[Wall-E, startup.]
Ye Qiyan tossed a Train Coin into Wall-E’s coin slot with a twinge of pain.
Watching it wobble away through the recycling device, Ye Qiyan strongly doubted whether this guy would be snatched away as a toy by the monsters emerging from there.
“Right, what is the task of the Mission Platform?”
The doubt was quickly answered.
Observing through the Train window, Ye Qiyan spotted a corpse hugging a backpack, inside which a wind-blown parchment could be seen.
Something was clearly written on that parchment, but it was too far away to see clearly.
Standing in front of the Train door, Ye Qiyan organized his equipment one last time.
Food, water, an exquisite rifle on his back, a Black Light pistol and a sharp dagger tucked at his waist, and finally put on the high-grade ceramic plate bulletproof vest obtained from the Treasure Chest of the previous station.
This bulletproof vest had also undergone Sublimation by him, changing from originally bulky like wearing a water bucket into a true sense of a vest while not reducing the proper protection capability.
Fully armed, he pressed the button.
The Train door opened, he got off, and closed the Train door backhanded.
Only the Train Captain himself could open the Train, so he wasn’t afraid that something would sneak in.
Rolling heat waves rushed toward him, and the air was filled with a strange odor, like rotten salted fish, mixed together with bread that had rotted for a long time.
Walking to the side of the corpse, Ye Qiyan used the gun barrel to pry open the backpack, seeing the full picture of the parchment in the backpack.
[As you can see, I am a great Courier.]
Ye Qiyan silently looked at the corpse lying on the ground. Great? Courier? He couldn’t tell at all.
[As a Courier of RUN Corporation, I shoulder the heavy responsibility of transporting supplies in this doomsday world, and only we can walk freely in this doomsday world, but well, I should be dying.]
It is not hard to imagine that this Courier was quite humorous during his lifetime.
[But the mission of a Courier cannot be violated! Whoever it is, after seeing my message, please deliver the things in my backpack to the silver shop at the southeast corner of this town!]
[As long as you deliver the things and show my RUN badge, then the reward for this Courier work will be yours.]
[Of course, you don’t have to deliver it, whatever, anyway I am going to die…]
[Really not delivering it? The reward is very good~ Our RUN Corporation is the best company in the entire wasteland~]
A Courier?
That is to say, the task of the Mission Platform is this?
“What is in the backpack?”
Carrying curiosity, Ye Qiyan completely opened the backpack.
What met his eyes, besides the parchment, was a cake placed in a sealed transparent box, preserved quite well.
Four words were written on it with jam.
Happy Birthday.
A birthday?
Ye Qiyan silently picked up the backpack.
Judging from the rotting state, this Courier had been dead for a long time.
“The birthday can’t be celebrated, but the cake can still be eaten.”
He rummaged out a badge with a strong machine feel from the backpack, on which the image gathered by gears and Metal was that of a running Courier.
On the back of the badge was a large RUN-shaped symbol.
Besides that, there was also a map of the town, and the red dot marked on the map should be the destination.
Putting away the cake and badge, contrasting with the map, Ye Qiyan headed toward the destination.
Along the way, there were corpses turned into white bones everywhere, and dark red bloodstains told of the terrible events that had happened once.
“What is that?”
He saw the hyena using dead bodies.
Speaking of which, this was still the first time he saw living things other than himself in the survival world.
Wait, are they really living things?
The hyena seemed to have heard the sound and turned its head toward Ye Qiyan. Only then did he see that this was not a living dog at all; its head was rotten and its heart was exposed, this was clearly a Zombie Dog!
“Roar!”
The Zombie Dog let out a strange roar, and then rushed toward Ye Qiyan.
“Calm down! Calm down!”
Suppressing the fear in his heart, he raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang bang bang——!
He was not a sharpshooter. Although only one of the five bullets hit the Zombie Dog, this powerful might was enough to blast it into minced meat.
“No, I need to leave quickly.”
The gunfire was very loud, and I’m afraid the whole town could hear it. Monsters like this Zombie Dog might have already surrounded this side.
Fortunately, the monsters he encountered were not smart. Detouring slightly, Ye Qiyan successfully arrived at his destination, the silver shop. To his surprise, he didn’t see any traces of monsters near here.
A bit strange.
“Is there really someone here?”
Looking at the tightly closed door of this shop, it was hard not to suspect that the people inside this shop had long died in the mouths of the monsters outside.
Just as he was thinking whether to pry open the door directly, the rolling shutter in front of him suddenly pulled open a crack.
Ye Qiyan immediately raised his rifle and aimed at that crack.
“Don’t, don’t shoot! I am a human, not a zombie!”
Looking at the pitch-black muzzle, the person inside the door hurriedly replied in a hoarse voice.
“…Are you the owner of this shop?”
Unable to see the appearance of the person inside clearly, Ye Qiyan simply took out that badge.
“I am a Courier of RUN Corporation. The previous Courier died halfway, and I am taking over his delivery.”
When going out, one’s identity is given by oneself. In this unfamiliar doomsday wasteland world, a Courier seemed more likely to gain the respect of others.
The rolling shutter went up a little more, revealing a sloppy-bearded uncle’s face in his 40s inside.
“Hey, I know, I know you are a Courier. People who still dare to be outside now, besides Couriers, are only lunatics and monsters. Hehe, please come in quickly.”
Ye Qiyan didn’t move, still pointing his gun at the man’s head, and took out the well-sealed cake from the backpack.
“Forget about going in. The thing is for you, where is the reward?”
That uncle looked at the cake and was stunned for a moment.
“What a pity. If it could have been a little earlier, that would be great, hehe… Reward, right, reward, I’ll go get it for you right now.”
He turned and left, and not long after, a box was extended from under the rolling shutter and opened to reveal the things inside.
Ye Qiyan was very familiar with that thing.
Train Coins?
Three Train Coins were lying quietly there.
Could it be that Train Coins were the universal currency in all Station Worlds? Otherwise, it’s hard to explain why the natives of this world also had such things.
Just at the moment when Ye Qiyan was about to put away the Train Coins, the man inside the rolling shutter suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed his gun barrel!
