The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 392 - 308: Woo-Woo, Departing_2

Our group boarded the small train, using just one carriage, which slowly moved onto the tracks. Qinghan was at the controls, and when the train’s headlight turned on, it illuminated about twenty meters ahead. Above the tracks were embedded things resembling light bulbs; apparently, there was once a power supply here, so turning on the train’s headlight wasn’t necessary. Now, we can’t find a way to restore the electricity, so we have to move slowly, and Qinghan dared not drive too fast.

Because there had been an earthquake here before, we weren’t sure if there were any barriers or obstacles from a collapse ahead, so moving slowly was also better in case we needed to brake in time.

"Woo woo—" I mimicked the train whistle a few times. I missed the chance to ride the small train in the park, but now I was getting to enjoy it here.

"I see why Professor Chen likes... going on missions with you. You’re the most relaxed person I’ve ever seen underground," Wang Le said with a smile.

"Yeah, I’ve never seen anyone so happy in a place like this," Huang Zaijiang remarked, with a hint of puzzlement in his voice.

"She still has a child’s heart," Mike suddenly chimed in.

A child’s heart? I never even had a childhood. It’s truly regretful to miss out, as things are hard to recover once they’re missed, like when you’re too old to ride the children’s mini trains!

"Ah, cough, I grew up in the mountains, and I haven’t seen any of this, so I find it fun." I used my made-up backstory as a shield, saying the village had no internet, and I hadn’t seen much, which is why I appeared so excited.

"Oh, no wonder. Baozi often says she takes her sister-in-law to amusement parks and arcades and such," Doctor Du clicked his tongue. "I thought her sister-in-law was the same age as her."

It’s best to stop there with my backstory; if I continue, I might accidentally reveal something, so I quickly changed the subject.

"What do you all think the Ancient City will be like? Their civilization seemed quite advanced." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

As soon as Wang Le and Huang Zaijiang heard this question, they immediately started to talk incessantly.

One said it was a prehistoric civilization, like Atlantis, while the other claimed it was an alien civilization whose spaceship crashed here. They built a city to recuperate, and once the spaceship was repaired, they left.

Their speculations about this vast Ancient City were wildly imaginative. Doctor Du interjected, asking if it was impossible for this to be a modern creation.

She believed that someone had discovered the Ancient City in modern times and wanted to secretly develop it, which is why the underground transportation system was built here.

Wang Le asked her to explain the fuel for the small train being stone. Not to mention modern times; there isn’t even in the present day a car powered by stone.

The three of them were successfully distracted by me. Qinghan turned his head to glance at me, a smile on his lips.

Mike pulled out a laminated photo, looking at it. It was the most relaxed moment during the trip. I took a glance; the photo showed two foreign girls, the older one in her teens, and the younger one around eight or nine.

There was no need to ask; this should be Mike’s daughters. He had family waiting for him to return. Mike caught me sneaking a glance and smiled, not upset.

He generously passed the photo to me, speaking with a touch of pride, saying these were his two daughters. The older one is named Mary, and she’s in her freshman year of college; the younger one is Nicole, who is eight this year.

He said when Nicole was four or five, she especially loved imitating the sound of trains or car horns.

Then his expression grew somewhat melancholy. I complimented his daughters, saying they were very beautiful, and then returned the photo.

He said the failure of the last mission had caused him major emotional trauma, leaving him very unstable. His wife, fearing for the children’s well-being, took their daughters back to her parents’ home.

He returned here, hoping to rise from where he had fallen.

Perhaps completing the mission would allow him to regain his spirits. He wanted to finish that completely failed mission.

I told him not to worry; this underground seemed relatively safe, much safer than the surface.

In fact, I had a hypothesis. I restructured the timeline of the Ancient City’s pollution legend and its descent underground.

I thought the pollution probably came first, followed by the earthquake. Considering the era in which it existed, there wouldn’t have been many civilizations that knew the term "pollution."

Kangaroo Country is an isolated continent, and besides this civilization, no other civilization shared its borders.

Therefore, I believed the information about this land being polluted must have been taken out by the survivors of their own country.

Afterward, there was an earthquake, which might have successfully halted the spread of pollution, so the people living hereafter didn’t know what had happened before and were not affected by the pollution.

This pollution, I suspected, caused plants and stones to absorb the power of corpses.