The waiting hall was also small, which reminded Kasia of the history of previous human projects told in the books. The waiting hall of the station here www.biquge.info has a somewhat evolutionary history, and the functions that are not often used will eventually be eliminated in time. There were only a dozen people who got off the high-speed train here, dragging a heavy salute, and looked around with confused eyes for a long time after getting off the train.

There were no noticeable buildings, just an earthy grey road that zigzagged into the distance.

The station was not built with the town, and it was also a problem that Kasia did not figure out.

The weather was sunny and the sun was shining without the slightest temperature. The train didn't stay very long, and by the time Kasia stepped into the carriage again, Kasia was the only one left in the long carriage. The train attendants who could still be seen from time to time are now gone. Probably thinking that there would be no more guests left in the carriage for the rest of the journey. The last stop of this railway line, for many years, was not frequented by anyone but them.

The next time, the train entered a truly barren territory. It is rare to find traces of human activity in the flowing scenery on both sides. In the process, I saw several concrete roads, but the road surface had completely cracked under the force of nature, and the cracks were filled with withered weeds. There is not even a single road that can follow the train for a long distance, and most of them are swallowed up by weeds that cross their waists or are blocked by a large piece of rubble halfway through the way, and they are lost forever.

There is also an abandoned railway foundation on the side, which seems to have undergone many route modifications over the long history of the railway line, as if due to geological reasons. Nothing is set in stone, let alone something as fragile as steel.

By the time the whistle of the high-speed train sounded, the surrounding scenery had become blurred, and there was no bright light and shadow. Only the white glow of the lonely, high-pressure mercury lamp on the side of the railroad was gone, and there were no more moths that would accompany it in the middle of the night.

The platform was long, long, and the surface was badly worn, and there was nothing to call a signage, so it lay quietly in the silent darkness around it in the white light.

Not long after Kasia got down, the high-speed train started again, slowly following a large bend in the curvy railway line and heading in the direction it had come.

"I really thought there was no one else on the train. Kasia sighed, "But it's okay to stop here at the station." ”

While rejoicing in his heart, he dragged his luggage to the end of the long platform, where there were several connected rooms, bungalow structures, covered with evergreen vines. Whether it is from the thickness of the rhizome of the plant or the corner of the house that emerges from it, it is the product of a long time.

There were even more dazzling lights inside, and there were electronic sounds of "zizi" coming from time to time, and it was someone who was debugging the radio equipment. Maybe I just want to listen to the radio or something, it's not in the deep mountains and old forests, but there is nothing else but the platform and a long railway next to the platform.

Upon approaching, Kasia noticed that there was soft music playing in the room. It looks like a film machine, and you can distinguish the sharp sound of the sharp stylus and the vinyl lines rubbing against each other. I don't know what song it is, and Kasia doesn't know much about it. Now, among the noblewomen of the Imperial aristocracy, who had done nothing, the machines called "films" that were popular, although they were frequently seen in newspapers and some best-selling books, were only interested in the rough steam pipes and machinery, except for the books that interested her.

Nice music, Kasia describes the sound she heard. It's just that it's ruined by the ever-present electronic sound.

The windows are not closed, the curtains are not drawn, and you can feel the continuous overflow of heating from the window when you stand at the window.

It's a lot of space, at least about twice the size of the current Imperial Stake room. Very simple room with several large tables. The film machine sits on a table by the window, and next to it is a large kettle, next to a set of metal cups. Through the smell that emanates from the air, inside is half a cup of coffee that has been cold.

The electronic noise came from a communications machine, probably a military item, right?, Cassia thought, because he didn't make out the model of the communication machine. A middle-aged man was fiddling with the machine, touching the buttons and rotary switches on it very carefully, as careful as a child who first touched the water, and sighed.

It can be called the age of the uncle, Kasia judged. The body is very strong, aside from the strength and speed, only the body shape and the muscles faintly visible under the thin cotton clothes are close to most of the students in the military school.

Inside the room, you can see several dried furs hanging on the walls, belonging to goats, and on the other side of the wall, there are several goat heads that have been treated with antiseptics. There is also a brown bear's fur, a very large one, which is also neatly spread out and nailed to the wall.

There are a few brown shotguns in the corner, the barrels are very thick, and when loaded with ammunition, you can imagine that they are far more powerful than ordinary small shotguns. It was already at the foot of the mountain, and although the surrounding terrain was still unhurried, a raised black shadow was not far behind, a mountain range at the junction of the Empire and the High Sea Common.

The middle-aged man should be the garrison of this small station, and his attention was all on the communication machine in front of him. There is no one here all year round, and even though Kasia is dragging his luggage, his footsteps are not loud, which is due to the natural control of his body.

Standing outside the window for a moment, the middle-aged man looked at a detailed instruction to re-tune the communication machine, but received an eternal electronic noise. Feeling irritable and his mouth was dry, he turned to take a sip of water when he saw Kasia, who was standing silently behind the window

The hand holding the manual trembled a few times, and the middle-aged man's reflexes were still amazing, and he finally reacted in an instant, so he didn't exhale a "ah" from his half-open mouth.

Exhaling a breath, the middle-aged man was half surprised, half confused. It's been a long time since I've seen anyone other than the military, and suddenly I don't know how to speak.

After thinking about it, I found the right word.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Kasia replied with a smile, and naturally lifted her luggage to indicate her identity.