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Chapter 397 - 263: WTF, a Supernatural Event?

Chapter 397: Chapter 263: WTF, a Supernatural Event?

[The high-speed train numbers, rail management systems, and any information appearing in this piece are fictional creations by the author, please do not directly apply them to reality]

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On the Xicheng Railway, the artery of Hua Country,

high-speed train G1218, like a silver giant dragon, traveled through the majestic Qinling Mountain Range.

The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the mist, casting a layer of gold over the ancient and mysterious land of Qinling.

The mountains rose and fell, shrouded in swirling clouds.

It was as if nature had crafted its most exquisite painting, with each peak telling a millennia-long story.

The train wound along its curving tracks, now shuttling through deep tunnels, now crossing magnificent bridges, transporting passengers from one world to another.

Outside the window,

verdant forests, babbling streams, and quaint villages passed by in a picturesque and poetic scene, dazzling to behold.

Especially when the train passed through those deep valleys,

where sunlight and shadow intertwined to create moving, soul-stirring images that delighted the spirit, as if on a journey through time and space.

After several hours of speeding along, G1218 slowly entered Xi’an Station.

This city, with its long history, is not only the cradle of Chinese culture but also a modern transit hub.

Xi’an Station, as the gateway to the city, also carries the dreams and hopes of countless people.

The train came to a steady stop.

Doors opened, and a bustling crowd surged forth.

Among the passengers climbing on and off, some hurried along with their luggage, while others paused to admire the station’s scenery, and many tourists took out their phones to snap photos, capturing this unforgettable moment.

On the platform, a mix of dialects wove together into a unique "symphony," brimming with the flavor and vitality of everyday life.

Amidst this hustle and bustle, a uniformed on-board mechanic disembarked from the train.

A six-minute stop at this station.

After greeting the conductor, he stepped off to breathe in the fresh air.

At noon at Xi’an Station, the air carried a gentle warmth mixed with the unique urban scent of living.

The mechanic took a deep breath, soaking in this freshness and vigor, feeling as if it could sweep away all weariness.

He stood on the platform, gazing toward the distant Sun, feeling a warm surge in his heart.

Despite the hard work, the sight of passengers arriving safely at their destinations with smiles always turned his fatigue into satisfaction and pride.

Thinking this,

he couldn’t stay idle and began to inspect the train as he usually would.

Even though it was only a brief stop,

he knew that any small oversight could affect the train’s safe operation.

Since he had nothing better to do,

he decided to walk along the platform.

From head to tail, he checked every detail to ensure that each component was in optimum condition. This professional habit was not just about responsibility to the job but also a commitment to passenger safety.

If it were the usual thorough and professional check,

he would have been equipped with his gear and would have confirmed that adjacent lines were blocked or speed-restricted to ensure safety during inspection.

But this wasn’t a special check, just an informal one while he was off the train.

So it wasn’t as professional.

Even so,

he meticulously examined the wheels, braking system, and the couplings between carriages.

No detail was overlooked.

The mechanic’s gaze was focused and sharp, his fingers gently touching the cold metal, as if he could feel the pulse of the machinery.

He carefully checked for any potential issues, ensuring the train could run smoothly on the rest of its journey.

During such an inspection,

he suddenly stopped at a certain spot.

A look of disbelief and confusion flashed through his eyes.

And then he took a sharp intake of breath.

Staring at a handprint on the exterior of the train, the on-board mechanic felt an unprecedented level of bewilderment.

What?

What??

What???

Where did this handprint come from?!

What sort of paranormal event is this?!

The mechanic swallowed hard, suddenly unsure of what to do.

A grey, dusty handprint on the outside wasn’t unusual, but what was the meaning behind a handprint indented into the metal surface?

Could somebody really exert such force?

They hadn’t mentioned this scenario in training. What do you do if you find an indented handprint on the outside of a train?

He really wanted to whip out his phone to ask his teacher what this situation was about.

An urgent online query.

While he was bewildered, the broadcast announcing the imminent closing of the train doors sounded.

Clearly, the not-so-long six minutes had quickly slipped away.

Following the announcement of the train’s imminent departure, the mechanic quickly took several photos of the handprint and hurried back aboard.

The on-board mechanic had never encountered such an issue.

He felt it probably wasn’t necessary to delay the train’s departure plan over this.

After all, it seemed that a single handprint wouldn’t impact the safety of the train’s operation.

But still, he definitely had to report this matter to the conductor.

On any train, the conductor generally has the highest management authority. The conductor has the right to make important decisions that affect the operation and service of the train, including responding to emergencies such as handling medical crises, safety issues, or passenger disputes.

The mechanic, unsure about what he had found, felt it necessary to report to the conductor.

G1218 started up again and slowly departed from Xi’an Station, continuing on its journey.

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