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The Days I Was Flirted With on the Starry Sky Railway

According to the author, there are 300,000 words of tangerines in the archives of the "Bengtie" fanfiction.

Envious tears streamed down her face. (GIF)

Volume 2: Fireworks at Dragon Gate - Chapter 60: The Proper Subordinate (the Protagonist's) Finally Makes His Appearance!

"No, but don't worry..." Yun Yi raised his hand and threw out a bunch of things from his backpack. The supplies poured out quickly occupied a large area of ​​space and floated quietly around under the influence of the cockpit.

With a thought, the supplies, drifting like ocean currents, automatically detached from their packaging, and the different kinds of items came together to form resource packages.

While maintaining the flow of supplies, Yun Yi continued, "Just in case, I didn't release those people directly. Instead, I divided up a bunch of large, fully furnished prison cells for them to live in."

"They can see each other, but they can't interfere, so there's no need to restrict them... Hmm? Why are there paper and pens?"

Among the various resources that were all survival supplies, dozens of stacks of incongruous white paper, cardstock, and rows of boxed pens floated out.

Yun Yi paused for a moment, then his gaze swept over and he noticed something even more out of place: a dark, rod-shaped object. "What is this?"

She controlled the palm-sized stick-shaped object to fly in front of her. Yun Yi stared at it closely but couldn't figure out what it was.

“It’s a voice recorder, used with pen and paper to collect information from victims.” Swire leaned on the armrest of her chair, her tail swaying leisurely. “Letting them write it down clearly is much faster than us asking them one by one.”

Yun Yi gripped the recorder, looking puzzled: "You mean what I said before, asking them their original address and whether they want to leave? Hmm, you want me to ask them directly in a bit, then give them paper and pen to write it down, and record it if they don't know how to write it?"

"No, there's no need for us to show ourselves; it would only create more problems for those who are leaving."

Swire tapped the armrest and explained her idea: "We'll print our questions on the cards over there in a bit. You can put them in with the supplies, and the smart ones among the victims who can understand will naturally help us explain it to everyone."

"After a while, we'll put paper, pen, and a voice recorder in, and then we'll be able to collect the information we need. If anyone is uncooperative for whatever reason, we'll go and check on them in person."

How long will it take?

Yunyi felt that Swire's approach was a bit indecisive: "Just ask over the loudspeaker:"

"Whoever wants to go home should stand on the left side of the bed."

"'I don't want to go back, I don't want to leave the right side'"

“‘I have unspeakable difficulties and cannot go back, but I want to leave the area in front of the station.’”

"Nowhere to go but want to stand at the back."

"I haven't decided yet, I'm lying in bed."

"Then we collect the necessary information—isn't that much faster?"

"—Then you'll see a bunch of people frantically lying down on the bed or standing on the right."

Swire gave Yun Yi, who was having such high hopes, a slap on the wrist: "In their eyes, we are ruthless people through and through. What's the difference between your notification and your threat?"

At that time, most people will naturally feel that if they express their desire to leave, they will be taken away and will not know what terrible fate awaits them.

It's better to just stay put.

After all, if they just stay put, Yun Yi will take care of their food, clothing, and daily necessities. Isn't that better than the unknown dangers?

As for why the people who trapped them were willing to spend so much money to support them, and whether there would be any danger if they stayed... the most important thing now is to be alive and well.

"If we ask the same questions while putting out paperwork, wouldn't that seem threatening? Forget it, I'll just stick to printing and placing the supplies."

Yun Yi scratched his head, put down the recorder, and focused his mind to continue sorting the supplies.

She's lying down now. Anyway, Swire is smarter than her, so she must have her reasons for doing this.

"..." Swire was speechless for a moment. Why did Yun Yi always dislike using his brain? This won't do: "Think more. Threats are fine, but they can't interfere too much with the authenticity of the information we obtain."

"Even if we still ask the same questions on the card, we can ask them in a different way, and it will be more tactful and serious than giving direct orders. More people will be willing to cooperate and take a gamble."

Upon hearing this, Yun Yi paused to eat: "What do you mean?"

Swire's ears twitched, and she said with a teaching tone, "Threats also require skill. You have to make the target of the threat go in the direction you want. For example, this time, you can write this on the card..."

——Separation line, please don't kick it——

A dusty but dry and clean hard bed, slender but impossible-to-break iron bars, and myself, inexplicably losing consciousness and then waking up again.

The man, with only tattered strips of cloth clinging to his body like dying vines, lay sprawled on the floor beneath the bed, his back pressed against the edge, his expression numb.

Only the eyes occasionally glancing at by the light sliding across the fence resembled a muddy swamp, gloomy and teeming with hidden currents.

For several hours now, he has been inexplicably interacting with other slaves...

No, he was the only slave; the others were just innocent people captured by human traffickers.

They were crammed together into a new, large cage, and soon after, they were placed into this separate cage, where they stood in the same row as everyone else, and many others who had been captured, separated by a deep central area.

The scholars next door said this place should be a prison.

The man closed his eyes, his breathing becoming long and even, as if he had fallen asleep.

prison?

It appears to be a place where serious criminals are imprisoned.

I really don't know what Guan is doing with a guy who has been starving since childhood and is still fighting to the death with other slaves to get food and a space to survive.

"Clang! Thump!"

Suddenly, a series of chaotic clanging sounds rang out, accompanied by shouts.

—Are we finally going to deal with them?

The man suddenly opened his eyes, frowned, and cautiously backed away from the bed. Because of his injuries from the previous fierce battle, his not-so-sensitive ears perked up as he tried to hear shouts from all directions.

The voices were chaotic, but two sentences stood out loudly and clearly, reaching Pello's ears:

"Food! It's food!"

"So much food!"

food!

The man's eyes lit up instantly, and all his vigilance and gloom vanished.

He practically lunged towards the iron fence connecting to the outside world, eagerly looking outside.

Upon seeing it clearly, he gripped the iron bar tightly with his sharp, broken claws, his mouth gaped open in shock, and his amber-colored beast eyes stared intently outside.

That's it, that's it!

I've only ever seen it, never tasted it...

"They actually gave us compressed biscuits." The calm and gentle female voice revealed his true feelings.

The man, who looked like an upright dog, looked toward the sound and saw his learned mechanical arm, Volper (the fox), his neighbor.

The neighbor quietly watched outside. Compared to the man's eagerness, her eyes were calm and rational, clearly reflecting the boxes and bags that were being carried into the various prison cells from top to bottom outside the bars.

The packages that were distributed to detainees in an orderly and automated manner were not completely sealed, and some of the contents could be seen.

For example, compressed biscuits...

"pot?!"

"Me too, I have one too! Are we going to die?!"

"No, it's not worth it. We... have no value whatsoever; we'd die unable to adapt!"

"The pot... never mind, there's so much food! Let's eat our fill first!"

Exclamations came one after another from the compartments above where the box was attached, causing the man to loosen his grip and take a few steps back in fright: "A pot??"

Volume Two: Fireworks at Longmen - Chapter Sixty-One: Victims with a Complex Background

The man only saw the clothes 7/（一）

Are they really going to die?

"Don't worry, Conall, we won't die anytime soon."

The scholar neighbor reassured the startled Perot man and calmly caught the supply bag that had been passed through the blue channel that lit up the fence.

"They won't die for now..."

Is it just temporary?

As Connar muttered to himself in bewilderment, he didn't forget to hug the supply box that had entered his cage in the same way.

As the box was placed in his arms, Connar's slightly dry dog ​​nose instantly caught the aroma of food that could scorch reason and dispel all distractions.

All other thoughts in his mind vanished instantly in the face of this aroma, leaving only the desire to fill his stomach.

Driven by an instinctive hunger, Conar's claws swiftly followed his sense of smell and pulled out a bundle of paper.

The aroma of grease filled the air instantly, and Connar's Adam's apple, hidden by his hair, churned violently, and he almost drooled from the corner of his mouth.

He impatiently and roughly tore open a paper package, revealing several compressed biscuits emitting a rich aroma.

Conner, as if afraid the cookies would run away, stuffed them all into his enormous mouth tube.

He hurriedly ground his teeth a few times, then forced himself to swallow, and without pausing, grabbed another piece of paper packaging, tore it open, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

This went on until Conner's belly was round and his stomach was bloated and painful, before he belatedly realized he had to stop.

He clutched his stomach helplessly with his crumb-covered paws, yelling, "What's wrong? My stomach suddenly hurts so much!"

“That’s your stomach. You just ate too much at once.” The scholar neighbor glanced at the groaning Conar, then looked away uninterestedly and continued looking at the card in his hand.

A piece of cardboard hidden at the bottom of the supply bag had a long string of information written on it in multiple languages.

The scholar stroked the cardboard as he finished reading, his calm expression suddenly changing: "Connar, quickly, I'm willing to be a temporary worker!"

"Huh? Uh, I'm willing to be a temporary worker?" Conner, enduring his stomach pain and looking completely bewildered, listened to what was said before asking in confusion, "What temporary worker?"

"I'm willing to be a temporary worker!"

After the scholar finished speaking firmly, the robotic arm, crackling with electricity, lifted its own bag of supplies before turning to explain, "It's for temporary workers here. You wouldn't understand if I explained it in more detail; just think of it as an opportunity to completely break free from the past."

"But if you want to seize this opportunity, you must listen to me."

"Completely rid yourself of the past?" Conar's beastly eyes gleamed faintly. "Scholar, I know you're not lying to me! I believe you, I'll listen to you. What should I do?"

"listen to me."

The scholar did not elaborate, but simply reiterated: "You must listen to me and stand with me—my name is Minerva, and from now on just call me by my name."

"Just obey? Fine, that's what I'm best at!"

Conner clutched his stomach and nodded vigorously, his rough, long hair rising and falling with the bulging muscles of his body as he became excited.

Under the increasingly dense lights outside, after Connar nodded, the dark gray glint in his eyes on both sides of his dog-like face became quite noticeable.

With those peculiar eyes, he stared intently at the scholar next door, whose figure was becoming increasingly clear: "Minerva, it's a promise. I'll do as you say. You'll help me escape the past!"

Minerva did not speak, but simply nodded in response with a composed expression.

But Conar breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had received some good news.

"It's actually true!" He grinned broadly, revealing his sharp fangs. "Should I say thank you now? Thank you, Minerva!"

It truly could free him from those hellish days of the past—scholar, Minerva was truly his god!

And she even saved him in the arena before, she's really...

Conner was halfway through his thought when the ground suddenly trembled violently three times, interrupting his train of thought.

"Boom—boom—boom—"

With the tremors, three huge booming sounds rang out in succession, like high-explosive shockwaves, causing everyone in the cages to experience ringing in their ears and their vision to go black.

The loud noise came and went quickly, and the environment soon returned to normal.

The people who were originally making a lot of noise about the distribution of supplies also fell silent, not daring to make a sound.

The entire prison fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of breathing echoing back and forth.

In a corner of the prison, Conner forced his jaw to relax, successfully recovering from the shock of the explosion. When his vision returned, he discovered that the iron bars in front of him were gone!

"!!!" Conar was shocked and reached out his paw to explore the place that had been blocked, only to find nothing.

—The thing that kept him in the cage is really gone.

How did it just disappear?