Baron Coleman's Hiding Place

After Lin Yu grabbed Fu Luo by the collar and dragged him to carriage number 3, the piles of corpses in the carriage once again proved that what Li Nian said was not a lie.

Fu Luo couldn't help but feel glad that she had made the right choice.

After the team was reorganized, Lin Yu decided to formally meet Baron Coleman.

Passing through the car door, which represents randomness and is marked with the word ROLL.

Perhaps because this group of people were all lucky, Lin Yu and his companions arrived in a brand new carriage on their first try.

Unlike any other train carriage I've ever seen before, even the art style is a bit different.

Instead, it was the connecting areas between the carriages—those dark, narrow spaces crammed with canned eyeballs.

This carriage was also dimly lit, with only the bright red D-2 carriage number markings flashing in the darkness.

The only other light source was the faint white light emanating from the bases of the large jars stacked on either side.

However, these jars no longer contain eyeballs.

The jars in the front row contain some internal organs.

Some are hearts, some are stomachs and brains, but their size and shape don't look like those of humans.

Behind these organ jars were rows of sleeping, pale human bodies—men, women, young and old, all of different shapes—curled up in the invisible liquid, as if they were still in swaddling clothes.

"This number two carriage is really weird."

Li Nian sighed.

Chen Zhuo felt a chill run down his spine and shrank back among the crowd in fear.

This time, he became the most cowardly one among them.

Fu Luo, on the contrary, remained calm, as if these things could not frighten him.

"So this is indeed the modified core of the 'Despair Train'," Fu Luo stepped forward and tapped the jar, watching the liquid inside release a series of fluorescent bubbles. "These 'organ jars' are the 'Emotion Amplification' devices..."

"Adding those 'eyeball canisters' used as 'Emotion Detection' devices, this train is indeed a very standard power supply unit design."

Fu Luo's words left everyone stunned.

Lin Yu asked instinctively, "What about those cars with people in them?"

"You've hit the nail on the head... they are spare material containers."

Fu Luo answered, looking disgusted.

Upon hearing Fu Luo's explanation, Pankto, a former employee of the Truth Company, couldn't help but speak up.

"May I ask who you are? You're not some high-ranking official in the company, are you?"

Even he wasn't entirely clear on these details!

Fu Luo just smiled and said, "Brother, you first lost your memory and then were locked up here for a long time, so you definitely don't know who I am... If you were still out there as the leader of the Field Team, you should know who I am."

"Oh dear, I've packed it up for him."

Li Nian sighed.

However, it must be admitted that Fu Luo does know quite a lot.

Even Pan Yuqiang put away her previous disdain.

"It seems the organization's assessment of him was indeed correct."

Lin Yu also looked at Fu Luo: "Since you say this carriage is important, do you have any suggestions?"

He was well aware of Fu Luo's abilities.

The fact that this guy survived eighteen Instance without Tier Advancement or dying is enough to show that this guy, who can't even beat a robot, must have some extraordinary ability.

The same applies to Chen Zhuo's survival through four Instance —this Little fatty is not only lucky and wealthy, but also naturally has a kind of affability.

Although he's a typical Otaku, encountering this guy in a "Death game" Instance... most people probably wouldn't even consider harming him.

The same logic Fu Luo.

Having witnessed Fu Luo's intense reasoning in the Snow Mountain Instance, Lin Yu had great faith in Fu Luo's judgment in this enigmatic "Instance."

Especially since that time they were dealing with a mess left behind by "Truth Company".

Sure enough, Fu Luo hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"If I'm not mistaken, Baron Coleman, you've been watching us all along."

"Or rather, you're not in carriage number one... you're right here, aren't you?"

Fu Luo spoke, she opened her arms.

"Come out, Baron; there's no point in hiding in the shadows!"

The carriage was completely silent.

Wang Yuyang looked at Fu Luo: "Sherlock, what's going on?"

Lin Yu realized what was happening. "He's bluffing that baron."

Fu Luo calmly withdrew his hand, his expression serene. "Unfortunately, he wasn't here, so I didn't manage to scare him..."

"I thought that since the lighting was so dim, they must be hiding somewhere. After all, even though we randomly ended up in carriage number two, there are so many tanks here... I don't know what's in carriage number one, but if it were me, I would definitely hide here."

Chen Zhuo couldn't help but look at Fu Luo with some admiration. "Fu Zi, you're really something. I would have been so embarrassed!"

Fu Luo smiled slightly, "I'm really embarrassed, I'm just putting on a brave face."

"That damned Baron Coleman has made me lose all face!"

Li Nian chuckled, "Haha, you're quite interesting, Sherlock."

"His business skills aren't quite there yet."

Sherlock's face flushed even more. "I was just trying it out; analysis is all about trial and error."

But Lin Yu suddenly spoke.

"No, Sherlock's analysis is not wrong."

After saying that, he walked towards a tank.

The tank was mixed in with the "material tanks," and inside it was a rather tall and well-proportioned man, who was floating with his knees wrapped around his arms.

Lin Yu tapped the jar.

"Your Excellency, the time for playing dead can end now."

The tank remained unresponsive.

"You won't admit it? Well... after all, my 'comrade' just tried to bluff, and you should have some way of reading other people's emotions, right?"

"It seems I still need to present a reasoning process that will convince you... However, I was simply finding the differences," Lin Yu calmly looked at the other jars. "All the remaining jars contain men, women, and children, but they all have one thing in common..."

"She has become so thin that it's unhealthy."

"They must be from the bottom rungs of the City That Never Sleeps, whether they sold their bodies to the Truth Company or are 'missing' people..."

"In short, you're too healthy, sir—you're not 'consumables,' at least not meant to be turned into these 'consumables' preserved in jars."

Lin Yu spoke, then calmly began to speak.

"Of course, upon closer inspection after noticing this, you'll find that your posture also seems to be covering your face and vitals."

"And your liquid... its polarization is different from other liquids, probably because yours needs to be sustained while the others only need to be kept fresh."

The man inside the jar opened his eyes and stretched out his body.

Unlike other completely naked bodies, he was wearing extremely tight shorts, and his curled-up face was covered with some kind of high-tech mask.

He looked at Lin Yu through the transparent outer shell of the can.

Then, a slightly clearer, but still somewhat noisy, electrical hum filled the carriage.

"Extremely clever."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, madam."