Doomsday future.
For Namgoong Minsu, this is a good thing, but not a happy one.
Because he had already boarded the train with his wife.
Although he was a technical expert and had some influence over Wilford, that didn't mean he had the authority to bring people onto the bus.
He used a little trick, getting his wife into the car disguised as a cleaner; it was the only way.
According to the rules of the train, since the wife boarded the train as a cleaner, she should be responsible for cleaning.
In other words, his wife was about to give birth, yet she still had to run around the train every day, climbing up and down to clean...
That's no easy task.
If it weren't for the impending apocalypse, what husband would witness such a thing happening?
Unfortunately, there are no signs of an impending apocalypse visible from the outside.
"It's all my fault for being so stupid!" Looking at his haggard wife, Namgoong Minsu- soo couldn't help but slap himself, his face already streaked with tears.
His wife quickly held him down, still gently comforting him and telling him not to feel guilty.
Although she did a lot of hard and tiring work on the bus, at least she didn't have to suffer from the cold outside.
The train traveled from North America to South America. Although humanity had not yet become extinct, the conditions along the way were far from good. Power outages and water shortages were common occurrences, and various riots also broke out.
Although the train journey was tiring, it was at least peaceful enough.
His wife's understanding nature gradually calmed Namgoong Minsu's emotions.
Just then, another commotion arose outside the carriage, as if many people were exclaiming in surprise.
Even the doors to the crew compartment couldn't block out the noise.
Because right behind the carriage door, many train attendants were also shouting loudly.
"What happened?" Namgoong Minsu told his wife to stay on the bed and not to move around, and then left the carriage alone.
As soon as he stepped out of the crew compartment, he could hear clearly what the people outside were saying:
"It's boiling hot outside!"
"The snow has all melted!"
"I really didn't notice, when you touch the glass, the temperature seems to rise..."
The chaotic noise confused Namgoong Minsu, but when he turned his head to the side, he was immediately stunned.
Because a thick layer of fog had formed outside the train!
The train traveled through the thick fog, which seemed to surge like the muscles of a mouth, "swallowing" and chewing the train inside.
But, in such cold weather, even with such a thick fog?
This was the first time Namgoong Minsu had seen this kind of weather in the past few days.
And the way the mist is rising...
Clap clap clap clap!
Raindrops pattered against the window, and wisps of heat quietly disappeared into the air, almost invisible.
"This... this is hot water?" Namgoong Minsu was even more surprised.
He raised his head, pushing through the crowd with all his might, his thin face pressed tightly against the glass, his eyes straining to look upwards.
He didn't know if raindrops were hot water.
But he could feel the temperature of the glass; it was much higher than usual!
"Open the window! Open the window!"
"Someone opened the window!"
"The rain outside is really hot!"
"It's so hot..."
A gust of hot air rushed into the train through the open window, instantly making the carriage stuffy, like stepping from an air-conditioned room into the sun, causing many people to feel unwell immediately.
Namgoong Minsu, like everyone else, stood there blankly.
"Didn't we agree that it would get colder and colder?" he murmured softly, as if he had lost his soul.
Did Wilford deceive us?
"Could he be a con artist?"
"Can we still get off the bus?"
"The monitoring room says the ground temperature outside is currently 7 degrees Celsius!"
"Liar! Liar!"
Whether passengers or crew members, everyone's confidence wavered the moment they discovered boiling water was being poured outside.
Did Wilford deceive them?
Bang bang bang!
Claude's knocking grew louder, and the electronic calls became more frequent.
She also briefed Wilford on the current situation in business class, where people were beginning to doubt whether the apocalypse was real.
Wilford heard everything clearly, but he didn't respond to Claude.
He himself was completely bewildered and had no idea what had happened!
Why did it start raining boiling water after a burst of blue light appeared outside?
What are those things in the sky?
And why use boiling water?
Shouldn't it be getting colder and colder?
Morgan!
Your plan is really
Have you properly checked the calculations?
Or is this a backup plan within the global cooling strategy?
Is it those at Morgan who missed out who are manipulating things behind the scenes, trying to reignite tensions?
Regardless of the circumstances.
Wilford knew perfectly well that he'd been ripped off!
He had told the passengers outside that an extreme cold and apocalypse were coming, which is why they agreed to get on the bus with him.
But it's only gotten a little colder, and now it's starting to rain boiling water...
This doesn't resemble an extreme cold, apocalyptic world at all.
"Mr. Wilford, I think you should come out and check on things. The passengers are very agitated, and I'm worried they might do something bad!"
Claude was still calling out from outside.
She turned her head, her gaze passing over carriage number 2, and could already see a crowd surging towards her, muttering curses and insults, seemingly looking for trouble with Wilford...
" Wilford! Come out here right now and give us an explanation!"
"You bitch! It's boiling hot outside, nothing like what you said. That water scalded me!"
"Get out here!"
"We trusted you, gave up all our possessions, and boarded the train, only to find out it was all a huge scam?!"
In less than a minute, those men appeared in front of Claude, forcing her against the wall, where she dared not move, fearing she would be torn apart as Wilford's accomplice.
The crowd hurled their saliva so fiercely it nearly washed the door of the first carriage, but Wilford remained completely unresponsive.
It was as if they hadn't heard anything outside at all.
What's wrong with him?
"Did he die inside?"
Finally, someone noticed Claude.
Claude shook his head, like a little chick, too scared to say a word.
The crowd could only continue their insults, but Wilford remained completely unresponsive.
An hour later, when everyone was tired of cursing and thought there would be no result that day, they were preparing to go back to find someone to force the door open.
With a loud bang, the massive round door of the first carriage was flung open from the inside.
Wilford slowly walked out, wearing a loose bathrobe:
"Quiet!"
He only said one word.
Indeed, no one spoke again, and the only sound in the room was the train engine running in the first carriage.
Wilford was very satisfied with the effect of his appearance immediately captivating the entire audience.
He deliberately chose this time.
Anyone who curses nonstop for an hour will eventually find their mouth too dry to speak.
Didn't you see several troublemakers pointing at you, and you were speechless?
Wilford continued, his voice the only one heard. "I understand the situation."
"The outside temperature did briefly rise, but that doesn't mean the end of the world won't come. On the contrary, this phenomenon further proves that the Earth's climate is becoming increasingly unstable under the influence of CW-7."
"Before you got on the bus, who among you had seen that huge blue light in the sky?"
Now everyone was truly speechless.
Wilford also breathed a sigh of relief, "That was actually an abnormal weather phenomenon, a massive lightning bolt. This kind of thing usually only happens on extremely harsh alien planets..."
What follows is a series of meteorological theories.
Wilford speaks very professionally, often using a long string of technical terms.
Most of these technical terms in English are newly coined and have very weak connections with other words. Without prior study, they are completely incomprehensible.
So the people listening to Wilford speak gradually became completely bewildered.
They couldn't understand it, but it sounded very professional.
"... In conclusion, my doomsday prophecy was only distorted in some details, but the outcome will remain unchanged: the alternation of hot and cold will make the outside world even more unbearable."
"Humans outside would quickly perish from the torment of the cold and heat..."
Everyone felt that Wilford had said the same thing to them a week ago, only that he hadn't used the word "hot" then.
But so far no one has raised any objections.
The main problem is that I didn't quite understand what Wilford was saying.
If you want to refute or question something, you need to know what he said first.
You can't exactly retort with, "What nonsense were you just spouting?"
Wilford calmly surveyed the crowd.
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
These people probably don't realize that he himself is worried about being asked, "What nonsense were you just talking about?"
Because he didn't even know what he had just said.
thing.
He simply copied and pasted, occasionally inserting some obscure words into his sentences.
Fortunately, he had read some books on meteorology beforehand; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have been able to get through this hurdle.
If someone were to take a closer look at Wilford at this moment, they would notice that sweat was faintly seeping from the bald patch on his head.
Just then, someone ran up from behind. "Breaking news, it's gotten colder outside!"
The temperature has now dropped to -4 degrees Celsius again!
Upon hearing this, everyone glanced at Wilford again.
They were all wondering, could it really be like he said, that the weather outside alternates between hot and cold?
Wilford's body twitched almost imperceptibly, as if some tense part of him had suddenly relaxed, and he felt much more comfortable.
"Go back now. My calculations were slightly flawed this time, and I can forgive your offense."
Everyone turned to look at each other, and then the first person stepped forward. "Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Wilford."
Although the others were apprehensive, they still followed suit.
"Thank you for your generosity."
"Thank you for your forgiveness."
"..."
The surging crowd receded instantly.
When there was no one left.
Wilford then slowly turned around and walked back to his carriage at an even slower pace. His loose bathrobe seemed heavier and stiffer than when he had come out.
He needs to go back and change his clothes.
Before closing the door, Wilford gazed out one last time.
He had a premonition.
The plan has completely spiraled out of control.
Things were developing in a wildly unexpected direction.
This made him very flustered.
He had actually called the soldiers on the train to suppress the unrest beforehand, but no one responded to him.
The soldiers were also observing.
That's why he had no choice but to come out alone.
If someone had lost their temper and started fighting with him, the whole plan would have been ruined, and he would have been brought down from his pedestal.
Then, he will die without any dignity...
Wilford was human too; he was afraid of death just like everyone else.
They were especially afraid of dying in such a completely out-of-control riot, without any dignity and in a wretched state.
Bang!
The gate slowly closed.
The inner and outer worlds were once again isolated, but both sides felt the same unease.
Namgoong Minsu was in business class, pretending to be inspecting the wiring, but in reality he was secretly watching the people returning from the first carriage.
He noticed the dejected look on these people's faces.
After listening to their discussion for a while, Namgoong Minsu immediately realized there was a problem.
This matter is definitely not that simple!
Wilford is probably lying.
This further stimulated his mind.
Once back in the crew compartment, he immediately found his wife, took her hand, and whispered to her what he had just seen and heard.
When she heard the boiling water being turned on outside, the wife was also surprised, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something.
Namgoong Minsu knew what she was thinking, patted her hand, and said, "If there's a chance, I'll leave the train with you..."
Living on a train, especially being treated like a slave, is not a pleasant experience. The confined and cramped environment, the oppressive atmosphere, and the heavy workload constantly take a toll on people's spirits.
His wife, in particular, has a personality that yearns for freedom and dislikes living in a cramped space, especially since she is a pregnant woman about to give birth.
It's impressive that you've persevered under such immense pressure.
The wife's eyes lit up at Namgoong Minsu's suggestion, and she nodded readily.
But then another question popped into her head, "Our children..."
She was an Inuit who possessed the secrets to surviving in extreme cold, but even she could hardly guarantee that the child in her womb would survive in the icy wilderness.
Namgoong Minsu's expression froze for a moment before he gently stroked his wife's belly and said:
"I'll help you leave as soon as our child is born. You leave first, and I'll protect the child on the train. We'll reunite when the child is older..."
The conspiracy inside the train carriage remained unknown to anyone.
However, the sight of the train carriage had already attracted the attention of many people.
"President, it's this train. They just left the heat zone created by the plasma jet."
Far across the ocean, Zhang Tianyuan saw a live satellite image projected in front of him.
On the screen, there was a long, winding train...