They were waiting for dusk.
In silence, the three people in the locomotive cabin looked at each other, frowning.
Huai Shi poked his head out. Through the window, he could see the decrepit scene of the deserted station and the sunlight falling through the cracks in the canopy.
It was unclear whether the sunlight here was a natural phenomenon, a reflection of the Current Circumstances in the Abyss, or some terrifying miracle or Disaster. But generally, this should be the time when the midday sun is at its most intense. If there really is a day-night cycle here, dusk is probably still a long time off. But the question is—why wait for dusk? And why is there no one in this well-constructed station?
After a long contemplation, Andrea suddenly asked, "Do we have any signal response?"
