The Speed Demon

"Are you feeling better?"

"Okay, okay, it'll be done in a second."

Train Conductor took the money with a smile and put it into his pocket.

"Then tell me, what exactly happened?"

Without hesitation, the Train Conductor then informed the Scribe of the situation.

It turns out that the rumors have become so widespread that they have affected the lives of many people.

Under pressure, local officials could no longer suppress the matter.

The original plan to deceive them had to be changed to a more formal approach, and the samples were transferred to a top-level testing facility.

"I remember, it should be in that direction."

After thinking it over carefully, the Train Conductor pointed in a direction and said...

"After arriving at the station, you'll need to transfer, which will probably require..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Scribe interrupted him.

"No need for that, I'm leaving now."

As she spoke, the Scribe stood up with the lunchbox in her hand.

Under the curious gaze of the Train Conductor, he walked to the window and opened it.

He placed one foot on the window frame, then pushed off forcefully, leaning most of his body out.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you planning to do?"

Startled by the Scribe's actions, the Train Conductor's brain went blank, and he stood frozen in place.

"Jump out of the car."

Scribe glanced back at him, then jumped down without saying a word.

With a whoosh, his figure vanished.

"Stop the car!"

Only after the Scribe disappeared did the Train Conductor realize what had happened and shout out loud.

Someone committed suicide!

He rushed to the emergency button, and the Train Conductor slammed it down with a loud bang.

The alarm sounded, and the train's speed decreased instantly.

Due to inertia, the Train Conductor attendant was thrown out and slammed heavily onto the seat.

He was so disoriented from the fall that before he could recover, the train conductor and other Train Conductor rushed in.

"What happened?!"

Seeing the shocked group, the Train Conductor, despite his aching forehead, told them what had just happened.

For a moment, the entire train came to a standstill.

Move forward slightly, back to the moment when the Scribe jumped off the train.

The arms, like strong claws, firmly gripped the packaged bento box.

His body leaped into the air and maintained his balance in mid-air.

The high-speed train roared past and disappeared behind in the blink of an eye.

Before the Scribe lay a vast jungle.

Without a hint of panic in his eyes, Scribe smiled slightly as he watched the tree trunk draw closer.

He stretched out his leg and stomped hard on the tree trunk.

A tremendous force erupted, leaving a deep mark on it.

Using the recoil force, the Scribe turned around and rushed towards another tree.

With the simple buffer, his speed also decreased slightly.

After several attempts, he landed safely on the ground.

Scribe glanced at the train, which had become a black dot, and instead of paying attention to whether it had stopped, he checked the direction.

"It's probably around that spot."

Looking in the direction the Train Conductor had pointed, the Scribe frowned.

The sky outside was so dark, dotted with a few stars.

"Let's go check out that car."

With a slight bow, the Scribe gathered his strength.

Then, with a bang, it rushed out.

His body moved like a cheetah at high speed, transforming into a bolt of lightning in the darkness.

He traversed through the dense jungle, and neither vines nor withered branches could hinder him in the slightest.

Occasionally, the Scribe would wander into the territory of wild animals, and before the animals could react, he would disappear.

Only the animals, still somewhat dazed, remained, staring blankly at the footprints on the ground.

"Was this already here before I went to sleep?"

Over time, the distance between the Scribe and the repair shop continued to shrink.

Finally, he arrived there.

Chapter 302 The Ghost of Speed

Even from a great distance, he could see the large, brightly lit factory building.

There were also some large repair tools scattered around the open space, or materials that had not yet been sorted.

Several railway tracks run through it, allowing trains to enter and exit.

It's clear that this repair shop is quite large.

"That must be what he was talking about."

With that thought in mind, Scribe walked towards the factory.

Soon, two workers appeared in front of him.

"You, the one in front, what are you doing here? This area is off-limits to unauthorized personnel."

One of the older employees, seeing the Scribe approaching, kindly reminded him.

"Young man, are you lost? We can help you make contact."

"No, no, no, I'm not lost."

With a smile, Scribe then shook the lunchbox he was carrying.

"I heard that our conditions are a bit tough, so I specially bought some bento boxes to treat everyone."

Upon seeing the lunchbox that the Scribe was carrying, the two employees' eyes lit up.

Working through the night is a rare thing, especially working in a repair shop, which is both tiring and demanding.

Although they had already eaten dinner, the few bites they had eaten had long been digested.

My stomach started growling as soon as I smelled the aroma.

She blushed slightly and patted her stomach, then quickly changed her tune.

"Oh, I see. You should have said so earlier. Please come in."

Their attitudes changed, and with the help of the two, Scribe successfully entered the factory.

Soon, word spread throughout the repair shop that someone was giving away free lunches.

Without exception, all the repairmen who were still working overtime rushed over.

Fortunately, there weren't too many people, and the bento boxes that Scribe had bought from Kofuku and the others were enough.

"Delicious, delicious."

After taking a big, hearty bite, a young-looking employee took another sip of water and said with great satisfaction.

"Thank you so much, Scribe. I feel like I've come back to life."

"Achen, your eating manners are terrible. Don't embarrass us."

"They were all smiling," some employees joked.

"Look at you, you look like a ghoul who hasn't eaten in ages."

"Go away, go away, get out of here."

Achen waved his hand dismissively and continued eating.

The Scribe stood aside, quietly watching them eat.

"He who eats another's food is bound to be grateful." Since these employees ate their own lunchboxes, things became much easier.

Sure enough, after they had eaten and drunk their fill, and learned that the Scribe was curious about the Spirited Away Train, they did not show much resistance.

"Well, it's not that we don't want to show you, it's just that we've already finished the examination."

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Achen's face. He gave a wry smile and said...

"There was nothing wrong with that train, it was almost in the same condition as when it came out of the factory, there was absolutely nothing to check."

He still looked somewhat angry as he said this.

Being suddenly asked to work overtime to check something would make anyone reluctant.

If the train hadn't actually malfunctioned, they'd probably still be disassembling and inspecting it right now.

Upon hearing Achen's answer, Scribe paused for a moment.

It seems I'm late again.

"You mean to say that the train has resumed operation?"

Yes.

Nodding, Achen thought for a moment before speaking to the Scribe.

"Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, it seems like it will be the first time the road opens after the restoration."

"Is that so?"

The Scribe nodded, indicating that he understood.

After that, Achen said that if Scribe was really curious, he could go and take a look at the Foreman's workshop.

"There should be inspection records for the train there."

He scratched his head, a simple, honest smile appearing on his face.

"However, I'm not entirely sure; I just think it's possible."

"Aren't you afraid I'll cause trouble?"

Suddenly, the Scribe smiled and said.

"If I had other ideas, something might have happened here."

"Mister Scribe, you're joking. If you really had such ideas, you could tamper with our bento boxes."

Achen smiled, his eyes filled with sincerity.

After saying that, he turned his head to the side.

"Oh, I'm full. I'll go for a walk. I don't know anything."

Upon hearing this, the Scribe paused for a moment.

In this day and age, there are very few people who can still think with such simple ideas.

Upon hearing this, the repairmen nearby also turned their heads to the side.