第七十八章 初制失念引擎
Some people carried small lanterns and ran off into the distance to search for ores containing other materials.
有人提着小灯跑到远方去寻找蕴含其它材料的矿石。
As an engine, it didn’t require a large amount, since the glass body of the kerosene lamp was itself not heavy.
作为引擎，它并不需要太大的量，因为煤油灯的玻璃身体本就不重。
Once all the materials were prepared, someone said to Yang Zicang:
当一切材料准备好后，一人对杨子藏道：
“Brother Yang, go in and make it yourself. It’s very simple with the blueprint. Just unfold your model and touch them in order.”
“杨哥你进去亲自做吧，有蓝图很简单的，展开你的模型，按顺序去触碰就行了。”
Yang Zicang walked into the shed, sat down next to the blueprint where the materials were piled, and placed the last missing obtuse anchor model at a corner of the light spreading from the blueprint.
杨子藏走入这棚子内在堆放材料的蓝图旁边坐下，将最后还缺少的那个钝角失念模型放在了蓝图扩散开的光芒的一角。
[I am about to begin crafting the anchor engine: the Kerosene Lamp.]
[我即将开始制作失念引擎：煤油灯。]
The model emerged and flickered in front of his chest.
模型在胸前浮现闪动而出。
Because he had his back to the others and the chaotic light inside the shed interfered, no one noticed the quadrilateral that flashed, flickered, and dashed onto his hand.
因为背对众人，加上棚内混沌的光线干扰，大伙儿并未发现那一闪就窜到手上的四边形。
Guided by the light that illuminated from the blueprint, Yang Zicang touched his hand to the black stream water infused with phantoms.
按照蓝图亮起的光芒所指引，杨子藏将手点向蕴含着幻影的黑色溪水。
Accompanied by the dimming light of the red magic crystal, some of the water in the small bucket rapidly dissipated and merged into the phantom of making the kerosene lamp emitted by the blueprint.
伴随着红色魔晶石的光芒黯淡，小桶内的水快速消散一部分，融入蓝图散发的制作煤油灯的幻影中。
Then Yang Zicang tapped the ore materials, the plant materials for making the wick, and other items in order. After they had all turned into energy spinning in front of him, he finally tapped the anchor model, which now faintly emitted a glow.
随后杨子藏依次点击了矿石材料，制作灯芯的植物材料等物品。当它们尽数化为能量旋转在身前后，他最后点击向隐隐开始散发出荧光的失念模型。
Ho~
呼～
A wind of energy slowly swirled.
能量之风缓缓旋转。
[I, the Great Quadrilateral, sense a fellow of my kind being reborn into a new state.]
[我，伟大的四边形，感受到了同类转为新生状态。]
The dark crystal containing the model trembled violently, then swiftly levitated, absorbing all that energy into the crystal itself.
蕴含模型的暗沉晶石剧烈颤抖，它唰地悬浮而起，将这团能量尽数吸入晶石中。
Yang Zicang felt like a magical alchemist at that moment.
杨子藏感觉此刻的自己就像是个神奇的炼金魔法师。
In the light, a bizarre factory image appeared within the crystal, resembling a patchwork factory scene from a dream.
光芒中，晶石中出现了个不伦不类的工厂影像，宛若梦中东拼西凑的工厂场景。
Images of elegant glass bottles with slender wicks flashed by repeatedly.
一个个造型优雅，带着修长灯芯的玻璃瓶的影像不断闪过。
[Because I am a quadrilateral, I can help it condense more pulses.]
[因为我是四边形，所以我可以帮它凝练更多的脉搏。]
Suddenly, the crystal shone brightly.
晶石突然大亮。
“So bright—this engine shouldn’t fail,” a few people whispered outside the tent.
“好亮，这个引擎应该不会失败。”棚外几人悄声道。
The crystal elongated in the light, forming a small engine-like crystal model, with an oil lamp image inside it.
晶石在光芒中拉长，形成一个小发动机的水晶模型，里面是油灯的影像。
The light abruptly retracted into its interior, and before it fell, Yang Zicang caught it in one hand.
光芒猛然缩进它内部，在其落地前，杨子藏一手将其接过。
Crack—the blueprint spread on the ground shattered, as if it had aged through long years in an instant, becoming useless, crumbling junk.
咔嚓，摊在地面的蓝图龟裂，像是转瞬间经过了漫长的时光，成为破败无用的垃圾。
[I have obtained the Lost Memory Engine; its heart can still pump 165 times.]
[我获得了失念引擎，它的心脏还能泵165次。]
It could produce 165 oil lamps—that was its limit. Sensing the information naturally transmitted from the small crystal engine, this was 100 more than the sixty-five originally embodied in the blueprint.
能产出165份煤油灯，这就是它的极限了。感受着从水晶小发动机自然传递来的信息，这比蓝图所蕴含的六十五份多了一百份。
“So cute,” Mu Xiaoyu said, her eyes sparkling like stars as she looked at the fist-sized engine. Its appearance was indeed impressive.
“好可爱呀。”沐小雨看着拳头大小的发动机，满眼都是亮闪闪的星星，这东西的卖相的确不错。
“Here, play with it.” Yang Zicang stooped as he walked out of the workspace and handed the Memoryless Engine to the elated young girl.
“给你玩。”杨子藏埋着身子走出工作棚，将失念引擎递给雀跃的少女。
“Can it be used to make kerosene lamps?”
“能用它造出煤油灯吗？”
Mu Xiaoyu turned around, holding the small engine in her palm, and said to the others.
沐小雨转身将小引擎摊在手中，对这几人道。
“We can’t do it. Unless it’s a terrain-type item, machines for crafting things are only available in Hub Town.”
“我们没办法喔，除非是地形类的，否则制作物品的机器只有枢纽镇才有。”
The six people, all in tattered clothes, looked somewhat helpless.
一身破烂的六人略显无奈。
To be precise, they could only be used in shops within Hub Town. Yang Zicang sighed inwardly, realizing it must be very hard to own a shop there.
确切的说是只有在枢纽镇的店铺内才能使用，杨子藏内心一叹，在那里拥有店铺是很难的事吧。
“Hey, wait a minute.”
“欸，等下。”
Seeing this small engine, one of them suddenly stammered and pointed at it: “Am I seeing things? Why does it have three cylinders?”
见到这小引擎，突然其中一人结结巴巴的指着它道：“我看错了吗，为什么是三缸的？”
“Oh, yeah! Isn’t that a core provided by the Obtuse Angle model? Could it actually trigger an upgrade?”
“咦，对诶，那不是钝角模型提供的核心吗，竟然触发了升级？”
“Is that a thing?” Yang Zicang looked at them.
“还有这种说法？”杨子藏看向他们。
The handbook wasn’t an encyclopedia; it only gave a rough introduction to the Lossfrequency Zone.
手册不是百科全书，它只是大概介绍了失频之地而已。
That person looked envious: “If the model made by the creator has more lines than the Memoryless model, there’s a tiny chance of triggering a cylinder upgrade on the Memoryless Engine. But that chance is less than one percent—how could you be so lucky?”
那人一副羡慕的样子：“制作人的模型比失念模型的线条多的话，有微弱概率触发失念引擎的缸数升级。但那连百分之一概率都不到，你的运气怎么会这么好。”
“This is a jackpot, isn’t it? Look how beautiful the vial inside is, like something you’d find only in the Palace of Versailles.”
“这算是极品了吧，你看它里面的瓶子好漂亮，就像凡尔赛宫里才能拥有的东西。”
“They don’t burn kerosene lamps at Versailles.”
“人家凡尔赛宫不点煤油灯。”
“What a shame that it turned into a three-cylinder on something like this. Not many people are willing to waste triangular models on this kind of thing. I feel like this engine could exchange for at least three years of sequence.”
“竟然在这种东西上升级为三缸，可惜。没几个人愿意舍得三角形模型去做这种东西，我感觉这个引擎可以换至少三年的时序呢。”
He lamented that this rare upgrade had been wasted on something like this.
他在可惜这次稀有的升级次数浪费在了这种东西上。
Yang Zicang knew the blueprints these people would give him wouldn’t be great, but he never expected them to be this lousy.
杨子藏知道这些人给自己的蓝图不会太好，没想到会烂成这样。
He looked up at the sky; it was already midnight outside.
抬头看了眼天色，在外面已经是午夜了。
“Invest in me, and I’ll return fifty years of Chrono-sequence to each of you.”
“给我投资吧，我返还给你们每人五十年时序。”
“Sure, sure, sure.”
“好好好。”
The several people who had been waiting finally breathed a sigh of relief, each flashing out models—four triangles and two zigzags—projected toward Yang Zicang.
等待多时的几人长松口气，纷纷闪动出模型，四个三角形，两个折线，向着杨子藏投射而来。
[Wang Chong invested 1R in me.]
[王翀为我投资了1R.]
[Qian Zhongsheng invested 1R in me.]
[钱钟生为我投资了1R.]
[Qin Meng invested 1R in me.]
[秦蒙为我投资了1R.]
[Xu Xiuchuan invested 1R in me.]
[徐秀川为我投资了1R.]
[Fan Xiuyun invested in me…]
[范修云为我…]
Perhaps because this was a gathering place for failures, the proportion of zigzag models was much higher than in the city; among the six-man team they happened to encounter, there were already two.
可能是因为这里是失败者汇聚之地，折线模型的比例比城市中高了不少，随便遇到的六人队伍中就有两人。
Once the six had finished investing, Yang Zicang’s model flashed out and darted toward the stunned faces.
随着六人投资完毕，杨子藏模型闪动而出，向一脸见鬼表情的众人窜了过去。
[Yang Zicang returned my 1R investment and repaid 50N in excess.]
[杨子藏返还了我的1R投资，并超额返还50N.]
Qin Meng, huddled at the back, felt incredulously that his extra Chrono-sequence had really increased.
缩在最后的秦蒙不可思议的感受着自己的额外时序真的增加了。
[Yang Zicang returned the 1R investment and repaid me 50N in excess.]
[杨子藏返还了1R投资，超额返还了我50N.]
“……”
“……”
“You… your model is a quadrilateral?”
“你，模型是四边形？”
The six people looked with varied expressions at the slow-rotating square inside the small ring on Yang Zicang’s chest.
六人表情各异的看着杨子藏胸前小圆环内缓缓旋转的正方形。
One person’s throat moved with difficulty.
一人的喉头吃力滑了下。
This was the first time they had ever seen a real quadrilateral model holder. They just never expected it would be in a place like this.
这还是他们第一次见到真正的四边形模型拥有者。却没想到是在这种地方。
“Bro, even someone like you can fall on hard times… truly, misfortune can strike anywhere in life.”
“哥，你这样的人物也有落难的时候，真是…人生何处不倒霉啊。”
“Is anyone here willing to be my contact? I’ll place a coordinate on the person, and I may come by some evenings.”
“你们有谁愿意做我的联络人吗？我会在他身上放一个坐标，有时晚上我会过来。”
They exchanged glances; no one was willing to do it.
几人面面相觑，没谁愿意干这种事情。
“Fifty years.”
“五十年。”
They shook their heads.
几人摇摇头。
“One hundred.”
“一百。”
Some showed hesitation, murmuring among themselves. But still, no one answered.
有人面露犹豫，他们互相低语了几声。但最终没人应声。
“Five hundred.”
“五百。”
Wang Chong quickly spoke up: “Me, me!”
王翀赶紧道：“我我！”
“I can do it too, Brother Yang.”
“我也可以，杨哥。”
A few others froze for a moment, then hastily raised their hands.
好几人一愣后慌忙举手。
Yang Zicang pointed to the first person who spoke: “Alright. You, Wang Chong, right?”
杨子藏指向最先开口那人：“行。就你，王翀对吧。”
The rest regretted their slow reactions.
剩下几人懊悔自己反应太慢了。
A faint virtual image of a small station appeared in Yang Zicang’s palm; he tossed it, and it dissolved into mist, blending into the mental energy of the person before him.
一个小站台的虚影出现在杨子藏掌中，它一抛就化为烟雾融入眼前之人的精神念力之内。
“That’s it?” Wang Chong felt around, sensing nothing unusual, yet he had obtained five hundred years of time sequence.
“这就好了？”王翀感觉了下，什么异相也没有就获得了五百年时序。
“Brother Yang, I know you have plenty of time sequence, but here, from now on, you should try to use it sparingly. This stuff is hard to come by,” Wang Chong kindly reminded him.
“杨哥，虽然知道你时序多，但在这里以后还是能省则省吧，这玩意儿难赚得很。”王翀善意的提醒道。
They all began to feel a liking for this man.
他们都对这人升起股好感。
“Thanks for the reminder.”
“谢谢提醒。”
Yang Zicang smiled, glanced at the young woman beside him, and said, “Let’s head back.”
杨子藏笑了笑，他看了眼身旁的少女道：“咱们回去吧。”
At first, they thought he meant returning to the shelter shacks somewhere, but within seconds, they heard a faint, dreamlike [Woooo—] sound, as if from a dream.
几人还以为他说的回去是回哪儿的窝棚，可是没几秒他们便听到若有若无的，似来自梦境的[呜——]声。
Qian Zhongsheng looked up in confusion.
钱钟生茫然抬头。
In the vast, deathly silent world between heaven and earth, the air stirred as wind began to churn.
死寂沉沉的苍茫天地间，空气出现了风的搅动。
“Woo~”
“呜～”
Bang! The six were astonished as an energy train tore through the air, appearing under the dim twilight of dusk.
轰！六人震撼地看着辆能量列车撞破空气出现在灰暗暮色下。
“W-What is this!”
“这，这是什么！”
It was, like the legendary ghost train, suddenly transitioning from nothingness into solid form.
它正在跟传说中的鬼车一样突然由虚变实。
The young man in front of them tossed the tent into a carriage that had become real, then leaped up, taking the girl’s hand and pulling her aboard.
身前的青年将作棚丢进一节变得真实的车厢内，然后跳上去牵起少女的手拉上车。
The others couldn’t help but step forward.
几人不由自主走上前去。
At the train’s door, Fan Xiuyun looked at the suspended threshold, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something.
车门外的范修云看着列车悬浮的门槛，他的嘴唇哆嗦，像是想说什么。
The young man on the train turned back.
车上的年轻人回头。
“I’m sorry.”
“很遗憾。”
“Couldn’t you just…”
“就不能…”
“Farewell.”
“再会。”
Yang Zicang glanced at them, and the gradually accelerating train suddenly shot off, vanishing into the wind.
杨子藏注视了他们一眼，缓缓加速的列车突然窜出，消失在风中。
The six, like beggars, watched it depart.
乞丐般的六人注视着它的离去。
“This is what the strong of this world are like.”
“这就是这个世界的强者。”
“I know, we don’t have the qualifications to go to other cities.”
“我知道的，我们没有去其它城市的资格。”
……
……
Once on board, Mu Xiaoyu said apologetically:
一上车，沐小雨不好意思的道：
“You’ve already become so powerful, so quickly—I don’t even have a spirit model yet.”
“你已经变得这么厉害了，好快呀，我连模型都还没有。”
To her, less than a day had passed.
对她来说，这才过去了一天不到的时间。
“Actually, for me, a long time has gone by.”
“其实对我来说，已经过了很久了。”
Inwardly, Yang Zicang signaled the train to slow down, giving the girl a rough account of his fights with Lu Zhishen and Ma Chao, leaving Mu Xiaoyu nervous and tense.
杨子藏在心中让列车慢点跑，他为少女大致说了有跟鲁智深和马超战斗的事，听得沐小雨心中紧张不已。
“If it were me, I wouldn’t be able to do any of this.”
“如果是我，根本没办法做到这些。”
She felt a bit crestfallen, the mere thought of fighting terrifying her.
她有点丧气，让自己去打架，想想都可怕。
Feeling that they were too intimate, he didn’t dare look at Mu Xiaoyu, turning to the train and saying:
像是感受到两人太过亲密，他不敢再看沐小雨，转头对着列车道：
“Ma Chao, your previous train conductor used to come here often. What was he trying to do?”
“马超，你之前的列车长经常来这里，他是想做什么？”
{The train conductor was entrusted to make something of the kind you’re holding, but not an ordinary item. Also, he obtained some special engine formulas. Do you want them?}
{列车长受托要制作一件你手上拿着的那种东西，不过不是普通物品。另外他得到过一些特殊的引擎配方，你想要吗？}
The train unhesitatingly sold out its former conductor Ma Chao’s hard work.
列车毫不犹豫就把前任马超的心血给卖了。
This was undeniably a welcome opportunity; Yang Zicang had no reason to refuse. But he was a bit puzzled—why was Ma Chao’s train so eager to sell him off completely?
这当然是求之不得的好事，杨子藏没有道理拒绝。不过他有点疑惑，这马超的列车怎么卖自己卖得这么干净。
Just then, a beam of light shot over.
正在这时，一道折线射来。
{Zicang, the two people you rescued have survived. Thank you so much for this.}
{子藏，那两位被你救回的人已经保住命了。这次真的感谢你。}
It was Director Chen. Yang Zicang said:
是那位晨董事。杨子藏道：
“There’s no need to bring it up again. I just did what was asked of me by the review committee. By the way, Brother Chen Yu, do you know which one of the three died?”
“这件事就不必再提了，我也是按评议委员的要求去做的而已。对了，晨御大哥，三人中死的是谁你们知道了吗？”
Yang Zicang had a vague guess, but he wasn’t sure. If the one who died was truly that person, the loss to headquarters would be too great.
杨子藏隐隐有种猜测，但他不敢肯定，如果死的真是那人，那么对总部的损失就太大了。