[This train stop, the Time Angel has disembarked. The time on the train will fall into chaos.][This train stop, two angels and two demons remain on the train.]
The message on the slip of paper plunged Chimu into deep thought.
The Time Angel got off? And the time on the train will descend into chaos?
But the time on the train has been chaotic since the very beginning. So why would the message say the Time Angel disembarked, and the time will fall into chaos now?
Previously, Chimu had deduced that the three demons originally on the train were the Sleep Demon, the Time Demon, and an unknown demon.
Yet now, according to this message, it's actually the Time Angel?
"Could it be that there was never a Time Demon at all? But then, why has the time been so chaotic?"
Chimu couldn't make sense of the logic.
However, he had a rough guess: the old man who just got off in his compartment—Mendehai—was likely the Time Angel mentioned in the message.
Because the time he gave had always been accurate. Only the Time Angel could have done that.
Taking out Rule Sequence Three, which he found in the platform restroom, Chimu carefully read it again, forming a new plan in his mind.
[2: Open the locker in Car No. 3; inside lies an important clue.][4: On the train, now only one person has an accurate sense of time.]
Combining these two rules, Chimu decided to first head to Car No. 3 to find the locker and retrieve the crucial clue.
If possible, he would also try to find the one person on the train whose sense of time was still correct.
Before leaving his compartment, Chimu quickly made a new hourglass and boldly placed it on his bed, next to a freshly bought mango.
"Uncle An, here's a mango for you!"
Chimu smiled and said to An Changlin, then turned to leave.
[3: The passengers in your compartment are extremely averse to mangoes.]
With the mango there, An Changlin definitely wouldn't dare destroy the hourglass this time.
The hourglass could help Chimu keep track of time, ensuring his own time perception wouldn't become confused.
The other chosen ones from different countries took similar precautions. Those who survived this long were all careful and calculating—Chimu wasn't the only one constantly trying to use the rules to keep himself safe.
Qin Jianghe saw Chimu's actions and kept praising him. Truly, Chimu was a very clever young man.
As Chimu passed through Car No. 4, he noticed the number of passengers had decreased significantly. Perhaps by the last day or two, only a handful would remain.
This was good news for him—fewer people meant a higher chance to identify demons and angels.
Maybe he could even snag an SS-rank mission clearance.
Soon, Chimu arrived at Car No. 3. There were fewer than ten passengers here, all plain-looking.
In this car stood a large iron locker. Chimu walked up and saw the locker's door was enormous—no lock, no buttons—almost like it couldn't be opened at all.
After observing it for a while, Chimu realized it was impossible to open the locker!
"That's strange..."
He frowned and called out to a passing attendant, asking, "Excuse me, can you help me open this locker?"
The attendant looked at him in confusion, a strange expression crossing his face.
"Sir, what locker?"
Chimu pointed: "Right here, this huge locker—can't you see it?"
The attendant shook his head, replying, "Sir, there's only a trash bin here. No locker at all."
After saying that, the attendant pushed his cart and left.
Chimu was stunned. He then asked a nearby passenger, a woman: "Hey, miss, do you see a locker here?"
She shook her head: "There's only a trash bin here."
Chimu was dumbfounded. After a moment, he realized—the locker seemed visible only to him. No one else on the train could see it!
If nobody else could see it, Chimu would have to find a way to open this locker himself—even though it had no locks or buttons.
It was made of iron. Even trying to force it open would be incredibly difficult.
Just as Chimu was puzzling over this, a fat middle-aged man appeared behind him.
"You're trying to open this locker, aren't you, young man?"
The man smiled warmly.
Chimu stared at him in surprise, stunned: "You... you can see the locker too?"
"Of course I can. Others can't see it because they're ordinary people. This locker is a sacred artifact. As the Gate Angel, naturally, I can see it," the man said.
Gate Angel?
Chimu was confused. This man actually revealed his identity outright!
Though the rules never said angels or demons couldn't reveal themselves, Chimu still remained skeptical and didn't immediately engage him.
The Gate Angel noticed Chimu's doubt and raised his hand to draw a circle on the ground.
After a moment, the circle became transparent.
Chimu was shocked to see that inside the circle wasn't the floor—it was the railroad tracks beneath the train, with wind blowing up from below.
"My ability lets me open doors anywhere. If you want to open this iron locker, as long as I draw a door on it, you can open it and take what you want," the Gate Angel said calmly.
Now Chimu believed him—it was true, he was indeed an angel!
Chimu turned to the Gate Angel: "Then open a door on the locker for me, please!"
The Gate Angel nodded and immediately drew two circles on the locker.
But they weren't just circles—two doors appeared on the iron locker. Inside, unlike the previous transparent circle, there was only a hazy void.
"There's no free lunch in this world. These are two doors: one is the right door—you can get what's inside the locker. The other leads straight to hell," the Gate Angel said.
"If you pick the door to hell, you will be damned forever, becoming an Apostle of Hell. So think carefully—don't choose wrong."
After finishing, the Gate Angel stepped back.
—"Damn it, what kind of angel is this, making things so hard for my Mu Bao... sob sob sob..."
—"This choice... Chimu can only rely on luck... if he picks wrong, it's over."
—"Luck doesn't favor fools. Go, Mu God, we believe in you!"
In the Dragon Country's livestream room, all the viewers prayed for Chimu.
Even the Dragon Country's think tank members stared at him grimly.
Chimu stared at the two doors, hesitating.
He tried every possible trick in his mind, but to no avail.
This time, he truly had to rely on luck.
Gritting his teeth, Chimu reached his hand into the left door.
The Gate Angel's faint, subtle smile appeared…