My Doomsday Train.

Chapter 60 "Biaozi, do you think Mr. Mang would be okay with this?"

Train room, living compartment No. 3.

Chen Mang carried the goblin to the medicine box. The goblin was seriously injured and even had difficulty walking.

The "simple first aid kit" was a white accessory he made when the train was upgraded to level 2. It only contained some simple bandages, anti-inflammatory sprays, suture kits, etc. Obviously, these things might not be of much help to the goblin's current injuries.

"Cunning Humans"

The goblin looked at the crude medical tools in the medicine box and whispered, "These things are useless. I can be resurrected after death. In fact, you can just kill me. After I am resurrected, these injuries on my body will be completely healed."

"How long will you need to stay in that dark space after you die?"

"I don't know, just for a while." The goblin shook his head.

"Will you return to the Tieling Wasteland again?"

"No, they should be randomly teleported to another area."

"Ah."

Chen Mang nodded, rejecting the goblin's offer. He leaned on his cane, took out some bandages, and wrapped the goblin from head to toe, making it look like a mummy. Then he said, "I'll give you a full treatment tonight. Now, can you call all the goblins from other places?"

Just give it a simple bandage first. He doesn't have enough iron ore now. When the slaves have dug enough ore today, he will upgrade this "Simple Medical Kit" to level 10. The two super model effects unlocked should be helpful in treating external injuries.

"it is good."

The goblin answered crisply, slowly closing his eyes and opening them again after a few breaths: "Okay, they are coming here."

"So simple?" A strange look flashed in Chen Mang's eyes. "Can you goblins transmit information remotely through brain waves?"

"That's not it."

The goblin scratched his head, and after a moment, he finally formed the appropriate words: "I am the elite monster among them. I can control and command them in this area, just like the zombie king in the zombie tide. However, I have some deviations. I have inherited the memories before death and retain the wisdom of the great goblin race."

"understood."

Chen Mang nodded, pointed to the slices of bread on the "moldy bread production line" next to him, and said softly, "Here are some slices of bread. When you're hungry, go and eat them yourself."

"This"

The goblin had actually noticed the delicious bread a long time ago, but he tried his best to control himself and divert his gaze away. Now, he finally couldn't control his eyes and stared at the slices of sandwich bread. His Adam's apple rolled slightly and his saliva almost overflowed.

"Thank you for the gift, Great Human Prophet!"

"Biaozi, do you think Mr. Mang would be okay with this?"

Outside the Stellar train.

The old pig looked into the train with a worried look on his face. At this time, the slaves had continued to carry their pickaxes to the mine nearby to dig after the battle. They were responsible for guarding the level 2 goblins that were captured alive.

"This, can't it?"

Biaozi, who was still studying the new thing called "cluster thinking," shuddered upon hearing this, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes. "With the current strength of the Star Train, it shouldn't be difficult to plunder or purchase a few beautiful female slaves in the wasteland, right?"

"There's absolutely no need for Mr. Mang to have any thoughts about this goblin, especially since he's a male goblin."

"Hard to say."

Old Pig shook his head, his expression somewhat complicated as he said, "I used to be a deputy train conductor, and I've met quite a few train conductors. In a doomsday environment of depression and extreme pessimism about the future, train conductors often develop some extremely perverted habits."

"This habit is often the most effective way to vent the psychological pressure I've been under these days."

"But haven't you noticed that Mr. Mang has almost no quirks?" "Having no quirks means that psychological pressure can't be released, and when psychological pressure can't be released, it often becomes more severe, leading to an even more perverted psychological quirk."

Biaozi's expression suddenly turned serious. After thinking for a long time, he tentatively asked, "Mr. Mang likes to smoke. Is this considered a habit?"

"What do you say?"

Lao Zhu tilted his head expressionlessly and looked at Biaozi: "You know, the habits of other train conductors are more perverted than each other. I can't even explain them to you. I can only say that they are very shocking to people's values."

"I once met a train conductor. He was the only person I ever wanted to kill in my life."

"His habit is to like women."

"It's a pity that I didn't have the ability at that time, otherwise I would have killed him."

"Captain Pig, do you have such a strong sense of justice?"

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Lao Zhu was silent for a long time and then shook his head. He didn't say anything more. His mother became a human pig after the car accident. He couldn't accept that someone had such a hobby. To him, it was an insult and even a ridicule.

Life and the end of the world have worn him down too much.

This is his only bottom line.

But what made him despair was that this only bottom line had been almost worn down by the doomsday, otherwise he would not have lived until now. He might have rushed forward even though he knew he would die, but he didn't go. This made him waver in his bottom line.

Seeing that Lao Zhu had no desire to continue the conversation, Biaozi touched his nose and said nothing more. He actually wanted to explain, "Captain Pig, you may have a misunderstanding about train conductors. He has also been a train conductor, and he didn't have any special hobbies when he was a train conductor."

He has been operating the train diligently until the train collapsed and he began his escape journey.

From the beginning to the end, I had no time and energy to think about the issue of fetish.

The biggest problem is to stay alive.

His hobby might be to stay alive. It seems that he has carried out this hobby quite well. Even though the train has wrecked so many times, he is still alive today.

In a trance.

Biaozi took out a piece of bread from behind his back, quickly stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it secretly with big mouthfuls. Hmm, it tastes really good.

This was the food for slaves, and the food for their thugs was steamed buns. Originally, their food was better than that of the slaves.

but.
I don’t know how Mr. Mang made these bread slices, but they tasted much better than steamed buns. As a result, he would always get some bread slices to eat from time to time. He didn’t have this treatment when he was a train conductor.

Nowadays, it’s easier to be with the right person. What’s the point of working so hard as a train conductor?

at this time--

Chen Mang walked out of the train with a cane, while Lao Zhu, Biaozi and the others straightened up instantly and said in unison with serious expressions, "Master Mang."

"Ah."

Chen Mang stood there and looked at the two men for a long pause before he said softly, "These goblins will work with us from now on and be responsible for mining. We'll simply bandage up the injured goblins; they won't resist."

"as well as."

"In your free time, research the 'cluster thinking' feature. It has two ways of using it: one is to keep it on permanently, which is equivalent to instant communication, and the other is to keep it on briefly, where your mind can control what information is transmitted. During breaks in battle, you don't need to keep 'cluster thinking' on for a long time."

"Participating in group thinking for a long time will damage the brain. Exit immediately after the battle."

(End of this chapter)