"Wild Bull Train": Constant Star Train Captain, I was wrong, I shouldn't have insulted you a while back, I was out of my mind, just let it go like a fart, I...

"Wild Bull Train": "..."

He sent seven or eight messages begging for forgiveness and admitting his mistakes.

Although this was somewhat embarrassing, everyone saw it.

But there was no other option.

His private chat to the Constant Star Train Captain was not replied, so he couldn't continue the private chat, and couldn't reach the person, so he had to speak in the Train Radio, he now just hopes the other party can see his messages and call it quits between them, he's a bit scared...

But he's not sure whether the other party can see it.

He decided to send a few messages from time to time to make sure the other party definitely sees it.

Soon—

Many in the Train Radio chatroom asked what happened, and train captains who usually had a good relationship with him privately asked him what was wrong. He did not reply in the Train Radio chatroom, but replied to those who messaged him privately.

Just one sentence.

"He's fierce, I can't beat him."

Straightforward and concise.

Indeed fierce, apart from conceding, what else could he do.

...

Chen Mang didn't care about this minor episode at all, just operating the Constant Star Train to return beside the level 3 iron mine and began today's mining.

Have to say,

The residents have all been trained, when they saw the Corpse Tide rushing toward the train from afar, with a zombie over ten meters tall among them, not many even stopped their work, having no fear on their faces.

They just work while occasionally looking up at the distant zombies, eyes full of curiosity.

The illustrious battle record of the Constant Star Train has made the residents trust the train immensely now.

Chen Mang glanced at the busy residents outside the train room, then after some stretching, stood up and went into the "Combat Training Virtual Space" to try out the Resident Evil map.

Although being a train captain doesn't require high physical comprehensive quality,

being higher wouldn't hurt.

He also has a mecha dream, also wants to drive that thing for a spin.

When the four words "Resident Evil" in front of him turned into white dots and dissipated, a familiar scene appeared, although it was his first time entering this map, he had watched Biaozi clear it many times.

A slowly ascending elevator.

The flickering lights in the elevator.

"Boom."

In the next moment, something heavy fell on top of the elevator, and a monster's roar was heard, causing the elevator to be stuck between the 7th and 8th floors.

Chen Mang looked at his palms, feeling very real, as if it were no different from reality, and kicked the elevator door fiercely, picked up a steel pipe nearby, inserted it into the gap to pry open the elevator door, and with a suave turn, landed smoothly on the seventh floor.

His recent training in the Combat Training Virtual Space has indeed shown some effectiveness.

His movements have become more agile.

"Bam!"

Finding the fire axe, opening the fire escape door, Chen Mang, who chopped a zombie's head with the fire axe in his hand, suddenly smiled, wiped the thick bloody smell splashed on his cheek, weighed the fire axe, and charged in again!

It's been a long time since he experienced the thrill of hand-cutting zombies!

What can be said.

Compared to slaughtering zombies with machine guns, it felt more engaging and exhilarating to kill them like this.

...

"Hmm..."

Old Pig stood in the refrigerator, looked at several decaying corpses in front of him, hesitated for a while, then turned to Ai: "President Ai, do we still need to find a forensic pathologist?"

In the lab on the "Earth Core Nuclear Bomb" Adventure Map, they brought out the corpses of several human researchers who died by suicide. Master Mang asked them to see if there was a former forensic scientist among the residents to estimate the time of death of these corpses.

But whether it be the monsters killed by Biaozi and others in the map,

Or these researchers' corpses,

After being brought out of the map, they began to decompose rapidly until they turned into mummies that looked like they had been dead for thousands of years.

"Master Mang said no need."

Ai shook his head: "He wants you to continue categorizing those 1900 survivors."

"Got it."

Old Pig nodded and strode toward Carriage No. 11. He needed to record the pre-Doomsday professions and special skills of each of the 1900 survivors in the files. They might not be immediately needed, but in case specific talents are required in the future, they can directly be mobilized from the database.

...

"Resident No. 1998."

In Carriage No. 11, Old Pig sat at the table with a few clerical staff, a few guards standing behind, looking casually at the burly man in front of them: "Pre-Doomsday profession, any special skills?"

A long queue lined up behind the burly man.

Next to them stood a Mechanical Eye, recording all the information collected today into President Ai's database, accessible at any time in the future.

The questioning work still needed Old Pig himself.

After all, many people didn't actually know what their specialties were, which needed to be guided and discovered.

"I used to be in the funeral industry, we have to set up tents for funerals, I was the team leader, and I never lost in tent challenges."

"Tent challenges?"

The burly man nodded cautiously, then took a deep breath and slammed his head against the table, making a dull thud sound, and raised his head again, blood flowing rapidly from the top of his head.

"Where we are, building tents requires performing dangerous acts, like smashing beer bottles with your head, smashing fluorescent tubes on your back, metal needle stabbing, or crane centipede, I can do them all."

"I used to be a thug on the last train."

"What is a crane centipede?"

"It's having eight steel rings on your back, threading steel cables through them, and then hanging yourself in the air with a crane."

"..."

Old Pig remained silent, this table looked like one of those solid steel tables Master Mang made, this guy was a bit reckless, then he recorded this person's number and specialty before speaking: "Next one."

"Number 1999"

Mechanical Eye will record it.

And he will note down special talents in his notebook.

"I..." A quite handsome, charming man stepped out from the crowd, cautiously saying: "Pig Train Captain, I was a novelist before Doomsday, writing novels, I can write almost all types except supernatural ones."

"Any specialties?"

"I can write 20,000 words a day."

Old Pig silently noted again: "Write a new novel's beginning for me to check these days."

Residents need some recreational activities for work-life balance. If his novels are good, then this guy will just be responsible for writing novels daily. Write and let residents read them, also considered a recreational activity.

Every day, do nothing else, just handle writing 20,000 words.

This lad, quite handsome too.

"Next one, Number 2000."

A girl about 1.55 meters tall came up nervously: "I was a singer in a bar before Doomsday, can sing."

"Sing a segment."

The girl took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and then mustered the courage to start singing.

"Clap your hands up."

"The loli beside me is the cute type."

"Skilled dance steps on dubstep."

"Another demonstrates robot dance."

"She finished her drink, shouting nice loudly."

"Loosened tie..."

"Alright." After Old Pig stopped her, he looked at the girl in front of him with some surprise: "Sings quite well, voice is tender, and it's an otaku song."

"What a pity, if you were on the 2D Train, at least you'd get high-level treatment."

He silently noted the girl's number again, planning to ask Master Mang later if he likes listening to songs, singing acapella like this without accompaniment is already quite good.

And she looks very cute too.

Not sure if Master Mang likes this, better to note it down for now.

"Next one, Number 2001."

"I was a chicken before Doomsday, my specialty... is playing the flute."

"Very good."

Old Pig gave her an annoyed look: "Direct enough, your three-day stay exemption is canceled, go to work right away. Li, take her to the logistics group."

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