God-Tier Get Rich System – CH182

Chapter 182: Suspicious Train Speed

“Because of this?” A black pistol spun around Xu Huazhang’s slender index finger.

The male player was shocked. He instinctively reached for his waist—his pistol was gone!

“Give it back!”

Clack. The magazine was ejected, bullets falling into Xu Huazhang’s palm. He handed the empty pistol to Mu Lantu.

Mu Lantu casually pinched it, and the pistol crumpled into a lump of metal.

“What did you just say?”

The male player swallowed hard. “N-nothing…”

Everyone else’s hearts trembled, eyes filled with awe.

Xu Huazhang looked at Jia Lecheng and smiled faintly. “Come here.”

Jia Lecheng stepped back, his throat dry. “Xu… Xu, if you have something to say, just say it there. I-I’ll listen…”

A force pressed against his back, shoving him forward toward Xu Huazhang.

Mu Lantu glanced indifferently at Liang Jianming, not understanding his intent—but it didn’t matter.

Jia Lecheng steadied himself, cold sweat dripping. “Xu… Xu…”

“No need to be nervous. I’m just inviting you to watch a movie.” Xu Huazhang’s gaze was gentle, without a trace of hostility.

Jia Lecheng’s spine chilled, but he couldn’t retreat. “N-no, no need…”

A movie ticket in Xu Huazhang’s hand slapped onto him.

Before their eyes, Jia Lecheng vanished into thin air, face frozen in terror.

Mu Lantu sighed. “Huazhang, that’s a terrible waste. End of Days movie ticket—a one-time item, special dungeon. If cleared, it rewards 138 credits and 10,000 gold coins. Jia Lecheng doesn’t deserve that at all.”

Everyone was horrified. They respected Xu Huazhang’s methods, but more than that, they realized how rich and powerful he was—backed by his immense strength.

Xu Huazhang smiled lightly. “Baby, he dared to provoke us. Why not reward him?” That ticket was originally meant for him and Lantu, but since they no longer lacked credits or coins, it had become dispensable.

Reward? More like punishment. That high a reward only meant one thing: the dungeon’s danger level was at least fifty times greater than normal!

No one dared to breathe too loudly.

Mu Lantu’s gaze swept the crowd gently. “Everyone, time is short. We should split up. Can you manage that?”

No one met his eyes.

“I’ll go to the driver’s cabin!”

“I’ll go too.”

“I’ll check the other cars for clues!”

“Half an hour later, regroup here.”

“…”

The group quickly dispersed.

Mu Lantu and Xu Huazhang moved into the next car.

Mu Lantu glanced at the number above. Car No. 5.

Like Car No. 4, it was noisy.

There were many children—just on summer break. Some were traveling, some going to reunite with parents working away from home. Excitement was hard to contain; they chattered, sang, and laughed until scolded, only to start again moments later.

The adults weren’t much quieter, with gaming, videos, and phone calls making just as much noise.

Mu Lantu and Xu Huazhang walked unhurriedly, observing every row, every item on the tables, and passengers’ luggage—but found nothing.

A half-finished bottle of mineral water swayed gently with the train’s motion, glinting faintly in the sunlight.

The two of them were handsome, and though some passengers noticed their odd behavior, they merely gave them a few extra glances and thought nothing of it.

They quickened their pace and entered Car No. 6.

It was much the same.

A group of college students, likely on summer break, filmed short videos and broke into a youthful chorus. Middle-aged aunties nearby couldn’t stop grinning, filming them on their phones and even sharing video-making tips with the students…

The train suddenly jolted.

Mu Lantu stilled, sensing. The train had accelerated.

Earlier, for about two minutes, he’d felt it slow down—he had thought it was just his imagination.

In real life, many trains displayed their speed, but this one did not.

Xu Huazhang noticed too. “Baby, strange. As far as I know, except when arriving at or leaving a station, trains usually run at a steady speed.” This fluctuation was unusual. Ordinary people wouldn’t feel it, but as martial artists, their senses were sharp—the difference was obvious.

“Could the driver be unwell?” Mu Lantu wondered aloud.

They quickly moved through the cars, passing Car No. 9, the recruits’ car.

There, over a hundred new soldiers sat upright in fresh green uniforms, brimming with youthful energy and anticipation for army life. Under veterans’ guidance, they sang military songs, their voices ringing so loud and inspiring that passengers in neighboring cars joined in enthusiastically.

After checking Cars 4 through 14, Mu Lantu and Xu Huazhang returned to check Cars 1 to 3.

They encountered players who had gone to the driver’s cabin.

Seeing them, those players looked a little less panicked, their hurried steps faltering as they hesitated to speak.

Mu Lantu asked, “Any discoveries?”

Kong Tingxue stepped forward. “Classmate Mu, we asked the staff to let us visit the driver’s cabin. They refused—said we’d need a school introduction letter and teacher’s phone number. Zhu Huange and Chen tried climbing from the restroom to the roof, hoping to knock on the window, maybe talk to the driver. They knocked for ages, but no response. The glass is blacked out—we can’t see inside at all.”

Normally, trains had two drivers, a chief and an assistant. Both being unresponsive was definitely wrong.

“Did you tell the staff?” Mu Lantu asked.

“We were just about to,” Kong replied.

Mu Lantu took out a bouquet of flowers. “Take these. Knock on the cabin door again. If no response, tell the staff you admire the drivers and wanted to give them flowers, but there was no reply and you’re worried something’s happened.”

“I understand.” Kong Tingxue turned to a petite girl. “Lingling, come with me.”

She nodded.

Mu Lantu and Xu Huazhang waited with the others. Ten minutes later, Kong Tingxue and Lingling came running back, drenched in sweat.

“The staff used the intercom to talk with the drivers,” Kong Tingxue said. “She said both are fine, then warned us not to disturb them again.”

Mu Lantu remained polite. “One more favor. Since you two are girls, the staff is less wary of you. Could you try again?”

“I’ll listen to Xiaoxue,” Lingling said.

“No problem,” Kong Tingxue agreed without hesitation.

“Thank you.” Mu Lantu instructed them, “Tell the staff you noticed the train speeding up and slowing down irregularly, and you’re worried for your safety. See how they respond.”

The two left again.

Everyone else exchanged uneasy glances.

Five minutes later, Kong Tingxue and Lingling returned.

“The staff said it’s normal. Both drivers have over ten years of experience and know how to handle a train. She sounded annoyed. But if you want, we can ask another staff member,” Kong Tingxue reported.

“Thank you,” Mu Lantu said warmly. “I have some ideas. Let’s regroup with the others.”

The crowd relaxed a little as they returned to the junction of Cars 4 and 5.

Most players were already there.

“Any findings?” Liang Jianming asked, full of leaderly presence.

Kong Tingxue repeated their report.

Hearing that Mu Lantu had a discovery, everyone’s attention turned to him, eyes filled with expectation.

Mu Lantu first asked, “Did any of you find anything?”

Everyone shook their heads. They’d searched nearly everything, even sneaking into the staff’s rest cabin, but found nothing.

“Only the passengers’ luggage we haven’t checked,” Zhao Yuanzhou admitted.

“It’s unlikely the clue is in their luggage—that would make things too difficult,” Mu Lantu said.

Zhao Yuanzhou nodded. They had thought the same, so they hadn’t focused much on it.

Mu Lantu continued, “Have you noticed the train’s speed keeps changing? I suspect something on board is affecting it. That factor will keep pushing the speed up until it exceeds its limit—that’s why the derailment happens. If we can eliminate it early, we can stop the crash. If you trust me, search again with this in mind.”

“I trust you,” Zhao Yuanzhou said firmly, nodding to him and Xu Huazhang. He left at once.

“I trust you too, Classmate Mu. Classmate Zhao, wait up—I’ll join you!” Qi Tianlu ran after him.

“Me too,” Fang Menglei said sincerely, grateful to Mu Lantu and Xu Huazhang.

Liang Jianming, unused to trains, hadn’t noticed the speed changes. “As expected of the legendary Mu Lantu and Xu Huazhang. You’ve already found the key problem. I’ll search again.”

The other players, half-doubting, still scattered to follow his suggestion—there was no better option.

Mu Lantu and Xu Huazhang, unwilling to rely on others, began scanning the cars again, their sharp eyes sweeping over every person and every item like a scanner.

What exactly was affecting the train’s speed?

The train entered a tunnel, darkness closing in. This time, the slowdown was so obvious even the children could feel it.

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