I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 498 - 309: In Praise of Chen Yun! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 498: Chapter 309: In Praise of Chen Yun! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

In the vast permafrost of Siberia, there was a small logging community named Vologda Town.

This tiny town was nestled in the midst of a vast pine and fir forest, surrounded by pure white snow.

Most of its residents made their living by logging, relying on the timber trade to sustain their lives.

The night was deep, yet laughter still echoed in the pub of Vologda Town.

A few burly men, half-drunk, stumbled out of the pub, intending to head home.

They reeked of strong alcohol, their steps unsteady as if they might miss the ground with every move.

One of them staggered and nearly fell, but fortunately, a friend by his side caught him in time.

They supported each other, struggling to maintain balance.

But every one of them had flushed cheeks, slightly blurred eyes, and their words carried the boisterousness and recklessness of the inebriated.

"Hey, what’s that over there?"

One of the strong men shouted, pointing at something in the distance, his voice slurred.

"Who cares, let’s just get home, or the wife is gonna blow a fuse."

Another replied with a laugh, his own steps just as unsteady, having to stop every few steps to catch his breath.

Clearly, they weren’t concerned about what their buddy had pointed out.

The cold wind of the snowy night hit them face-on.

The chill made even those accustomed to the severe cold sober up a bit.

The man who was previously persuaded to disregard it unintentionally looked towards the direction where the trucks were parked.

Now somewhat sober, he suddenly stopped.

First, he rubbed his eyes, disbelieving, then stared intently for a long time.

After confirming he wasn’t seeing things, he immediately pointed and shouted, "Look, what is that?!"

The man repeated the same words.

It made the others frown, each still following the direction he pointed.

And with that one look,

All of them were stunned.

A truck was pierced by countless logs, resembling a giant hedgehog.

It appeared

That the truck was definitely totaled.

For a moment, everyone was frozen, their faces etched with shock and confusion.

"Is... is this some kind of illusion from being drunk?"

One of the men stammered.

However, seeing Ivan with a face full of terror and confusion rushing over, pacing helplessly beside the truck transformed into a hedgehog,

They realized that this was not an illusion.

"Is it some kind of prank...right?"

Another burly man tried to offer an explanation, but his tone was full of uncertainty.

At this moment, even if they were drunk,

They understood that what lay before their eyes could not be explained by a mere prank.

A Peterbilt 379 truck filled with pine and fir logs, weighing at least about fourteen tons.

To turn such a colossal thing into the state it was in now would definitely require a massive number of tools and create a huge commotion.

But if that were the case,

The truck was just a stone’s throw from the pub’s entrance.

They were only drunk, not dead.

How could they possibly not have noticed anything?!

In their bewilderment,

All the drunkards present realized that the situation had become unexpectedly extraordinary.

At that moment,

Their drunkenness began to dissipate in the cold wind.

...

The next morning,

As the Sun had just risen, the town was enveloped in a tense atmosphere.

With the first ray of sunlight piercing through the heavy clouds, the residents of Vologda Town began to wake up from their slumbers one by one.

However, when they stepped out to start a new day’s work, the strange occurrence of the previous night immediately became the focus of discussion in every street and alley.

The police and local security forces quickly sprang into action, cordoning off the area around the truck and conducting a meticulous survey of the scene.

A yellow cordon was put up around the truck, pierced with logs, prohibiting unrelated personnel from approaching.

An oppressive and tense atmosphere pervaded the air, and passersby involuntarily slowed their pace, casting curious and anxious glances.

Last night’s drunkards were taken to the police station for questioning.

Although their memories of the night before were somewhat fuzzy, after some effort to recall, they still provided some potentially useful clues.

Even so, they could not explain how the truck had become this way without noise or sign.

The investigators recorded the testimonies of these witnesses and were also looking for other possible witnesses, hoping to piece together the truth of the entire event.

As the news spread, the townspeople began to feel uneasy.

Groups gathered to speculate about various possibilities, from extraterrestrial intervention to supernatural forces, and some even mentioned an ancient curse.

Naturally, there were also rational individuals who considered the possibility of some high-tech experiment or the testing of a new type of weapon as the cause.

Before the media could arrive,

The government’s special departments quickly intervened, taking over what the local police had accomplished so far, cordoning off the scene and initiating preliminary investigations.

The members of these departments were all well-trained professionals. They conducted a meticulous examination of the site and recorded all the important details.

After the investigators integrated the previous surveys with their own inspections, they found

That the witnesses were basically clueless.

There were no signs of destruction on the site, nor were any fingerprints or other clues left behind.

All the nearby surveillance that might have captured something were attacked by intense electrical currents, completely charred from the inside and rendered useless.

The only things that could explain the situation were the thoroughly destroyed truck and the logs scattered around it.

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