第七十九章 木棚群
Although the “Hunter Monster Alliance Headquarters” was an organization jointly established by many influential people from Earth,
虽然“猎怪者阵营总部”，是由很多地球有影响力的人共同合作成立的组织。
to become one of its leaders depended on real ability. Past reputation only made it easier to gain others’ trust.
但能成为这组织的首领之一，则是要靠真本事才行。曾经的名气只是让他能更容易的取得人信任而已。
In the sensory link, Chen Yu sighed:
感应链接中，晨御叹息道：
{It’s been confirmed. The deceased is Zhou Heng.}
{已经确定了，死者就是周恒。}
As expected of the Heroic Group; in the end, they still killed Zhou Heng. The headquarters has truly suffered a heavy loss this time.
不愧是雄英组，最后还是将周恒给斩杀了，这一次总部真的损失惨重。
Although he had no particular affection for the so-called headquarters, the ordinarily unremarkable Zhou Heng, relying solely on his knowledge and resourcefulness, made crucial contributions to the organization’s development.
虽然对所谓的总部没什么感情，但模型普通的周恒硬是凭自身的学识与手段，为总部的发展做出了至关重要的贡献。
“Can the other two recover? Their injuries are severe.”
“那另外两人还能恢复吗，他们伤得很严重。”
{It would have been tricky, but we happened to find someone who can grant wishes. That simplifies everything.}
{本来还比较棘手，但恰好我们找到了个可以许愿的人，这就简单多了。}
“Wish? You mean the Wish Talisman?”
“许愿？是心愿护符？”
{You know about the Wish Talisman already?}
{你竟然连心愿护符都知道了？}
This time, Chen Yu truly admired Yang Zicang.
这下晨御是真的佩服起了杨子藏。
The headquarters only learned of such items a long time afterward; their existence is a secret to most people. Yet this newcomer, here just a few days, seemed to know everything about them inside out.
总部都是好久后才晓得有这种东西，对大多数人来说它的存在都是秘密，而这刚来几天的小子对这些信息却像是了如指掌。
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After leaving Luo Xin’s place and taking Liang Xi with them, the trio went to Chu Qiang’s to pick up Liu Ming and Zhang Yang, who had entered at the same time. The five returned together to the Theater Dimension.
去罗鑫处将梁喜带走后，三人又去楚强处接走了同时进来刘明和张扬两人。五人一起回到了剧场异度空间。
“Impressive. You’ve even got your own fancy villa now.”
“厉害，都有自己的大别野了。”
As the sound echoed hollowly, Zhang Yang looked around with envy.
声音空旷的传出，张扬羡慕的打量着周围。
“From now on, don’t go out unless necessary. Caution will keep you safe for a long time.” Yang Zicang glanced at the dilapidated theater. Only this place brought him a measure of peace.
“以后没事儿就别出去了，小心驶得万年船。”杨子藏看向破败的剧场，只有这地方才稍微让他能够安心。
Lu Bu’s satellite had become the Sword of Damocles hanging over everyone’s heads.
吕布的卫星已成为悬在众人头顶的达摩克利斯之剑。
After tidying up, Yang Zicang made it look like he was packing his things.
收拾好后，杨子藏做出一副整理行李的架势。
Mu Xiaoyu walked over and handed him a piece of cookie, saying,
沐小雨走来递给他片饼干道：
“Going out again? Why don’t you skip it today and get some proper rest?”
“又想去那儿？今天就别去了，好好休息嘛。”
“That subway can only move at night, so I’ll just rest during the day.”
“那辆地铁只有在夜里才能动，我白天再休息好了。”
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Under the deepening twilight.
深邃暮色下。
Sounds still occasionally echoed from the makeshift shed gathering at night.
夜里的作棚聚集地依旧不时有声音传出。
In the dead of night, Wang Chong, slightly better dressed, received a message from the model, got up from his bed, and walked into the night with a yawn. On the bed across the small room, Xu Xiuchuan, who noticed his departure, quickly grabbed a blanket, wrapped himself up, and rubbed his hands together as he accompanied him.
半夜，穿得稍微好了点的王翀接到模型信息后，从床上起身，打着哈欠走进夜色中。小屋对面床上，瞧见他离去的徐秀川赶紧随手扯了张毯子裹在身上，搓着手陪在他身边。
“Did that Yang Zicang contact you? Oh, it’s so cold—this godforsaken place is freezing at night.”
“是那个杨子藏联系你？噢，好冷，这鬼地方的晚上可真冷。”
“It’s a miracle you haven’t frozen to death yet,” Wang Chong said.
“没冻死你就不错了。”王翀道。
“It’s like this in summer; I have no idea what to do in winter this year.”
“夏天就这样，今年冬天不知道该怎么办。”
At the same time the two left, inside another room in the cluster of dozens of wooden sheds—varying in height and size—Fan Xiuyun and Lyu Zhi, who still felt a bit wistful, were lying on the lower bunks of their respective double-deck wooden beds. One snored thunderously, while the other silently envied as he thought back to the evil nightmare train he had seen that afternoon.
在两人出去的同时，这处由几十座高矮大小各不相同的木棚所聚集的建筑群中，另一间屋子内。
Suddenly, Lyu Zhi heard a faint groan from the upper bunk above his bed.
范修云和还有点怅惘的吕志，躺在各自的双层小木床下层。一个鼾声震天，一个默默羡慕的想着下午见到的恶魇列车。
Lyu Zhi whispered, “Qin Meng, what’s wrong? Are you having another episode?”
忽地，吕志听到了他床上层，一声轻微的呻吟。
“I… I’m fine…” Qin Meng on the upper bunk gritted his teeth, suppressing the sudden, agonizing cramps rising from his chest. “It’s nothing, you know, just an old problem. Get some rest.”
吕志小声道：“秦蒙，你怎么了，又犯病了？”
Get some rest.
“我…还好…”上层的秦蒙咬紧了嘴，忍住了突然由胸腔内出现的痛苦阵痛，“没事，你也知道，老毛病了。你快休息吧。”
Lyu Zhi, a stout young man, got up and gave a concerned glance at Qin Meng, who was thin and frail. Finding no major issue, he continued lying down on the bed full of withered grass and reddish crystal gravel.
身材结实的吕志起身关切的看了瘦弱的秦蒙一眼，发现没什么大问题后，便继续睡到满是枯草与淡红碎晶石的床上。
After taking a few deep breaths, Qin Meng heard a voice deep within his heart—
深呼吸几口，秦蒙听到了来自内心深处的声音——
{Weren’t you going to leave yesterday? Why aren’t you acting now? Hah.}
{昨天不是还打算离开吗，怎么又不行动了？呵。}
[I… can suppress you for a while longer.]
[我…又能压制你一段时间了。]
{Relying on that extra fifty years of life you got today? Hmph, I’d advise you to set off soon and find some desolate land away from humans to die… So when I come out, these sycophantic friends of yours might live a bit longer.}
{就靠你今天获得的那五十年额外寿命？哼，我劝你现在早点出发，好找个远离人类的荒地等死…这样待我出来，你的这些狐朋狗友还能多活段时间。}
Clearly spoken in a foreign language, yet Qin Meng could naturally understand it.
明明是异界语言，却自然能够让秦蒙听懂。
In the darkness, this sound audible only to himself seemed like taunting from the devil.
黑暗中，这唯有自己能听到的声音，仿佛是来自魔鬼的嘲弄。
Qin Meng was filled with resentment, but he dared not show it, lest the friends who had finally accepted him notice anything unusual.
秦蒙心中满是痛恨，却不敢表达出来，让好不容易接纳自己的朋友们看出异样。
After a long while, Qin Meng muttered silently in his heart:
良久后，秦蒙在心中默默憋了句道：
[You won’t succeed. I believe evil will never triumph over good.]
[你不会成功的，我相信邪不胜正。]
{Hahaha, you pathetic weakling through and through, haha.}
{哈哈哈，真是个彻头彻尾的弱者啊，哈哈。}
{That council actually thought such trash could handle the world’s crisis by using guys like you… What a failed decision… Luckily, I can still turn things around a bit…}
{那什么议会居然妄想靠你们这群废物，来应对世界的危机…真是失败的决策。还好，我还能扭转点…}
The voice faded away slowly, and the extra fifty years of life gained that afternoon were already down to forty-two.
声音缓缓消失，而下午刚刚获得的那五十年额外寿命，已经只剩四十二年。
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Leaving behind the dozens of wooden sheds clustered against the mountain, Wang Chong and Xu Xiuchuan walked toward a sheltered hillock behind a small mound.
远离了依山而聚的几十户木棚后，王翀与徐秀川走向一处背风的小土包后。
Xu Xiuchuan, who had just cracked a joke, cast a helpless glance at Wang Chong beside him, who had fallen asleep in an instant.
刚说完个笑话的徐秀川无奈的看了眼身旁秒入睡的王翀。
Suddenly, an illusion twisted out of the air behind Wang Chong’s back.
突然间王翀背后空气中扭曲出幻象。
A hazy energy rapidly expanded, forming a subway platform that occupied a space of over ten meters.
朦胧能量快速展开形成地铁站台，占据了十几米空间。
“Wow.”
“哇哦。”
Xu Xiuchuan’s mouth fell wide open. By the time Wang Chong jolted awake from his doze, the train was already hovering beside them.
徐秀川张大了嘴，当王翀自打盹中惊醒时，那艘列车已经悬停在了身旁。
Wang Chong ran his hand through his medium-length hair, mumbling drowsily, “Ah, Brother Yang, I’m sorry. I just dozed off.”
王翀挠了挠自己半长不短的头发，迷糊的道：“啊，杨哥，不好意思，我刚刚睡着了。”
What an honest kid. Yang Zicang thought to himself, now feeling a bit awkward about explaining things.
还真是实诚的孩子啊，扬子藏内心想到，搞得自己都不好解释了。
“These are clothes for you. I’ll bring more later.”
“这是送给你们的衣物，后面我会给你们带来更多的。”
Yang Zicang opened a large suitcase.
扬子藏将一个大行李箱打开。
“Whoa!”
“哇哦！”
The two stared excitedly at the garments inside. Yang Zicang knew the nights were cold around here, so all the items were autumn and winter wear.
两人振奋的看着里面的衣服，扬子藏知道这边的夜晚比较冷，里面都是秋冬装。
“Can I really take it?” Wang Chong couldn’t wait to pick up a jacket and held it in his hands, admiring it with fondness.
“我真的能拿吗？”王翀迫不及待拿起件外套，在手上爱不释手的看着。
Xu Xiuchuan nodded, letting the two of them pick out two pieces first.
扬子藏点点头，让两人先选两件。
“Brother Yang, you must have come for something tonight, right? Is there anything I can help with?”
“杨老大，你今晚来应该是有什么事吧？有什么我能帮的上的吗。”
Xu Xiuchuan shamelessly chimed in from the side.
徐秀川在一旁厚着脸皮道。
“I want to buy some triangular lost-consciousness models.”
“我想要购点三角形的失念模型。”
In the dim light, the two exchanged glances, and Wang Chong said, “I did find one yesterday, but I already handed it in as the site fee.”
灰暗光线中，两人互相看了眼，王翀道：“我昨天本来找到枚，已经被我交地费了。”
To live in a shack settlement, you have to pay a triangular lost-consciousness model every month.
想要在作棚聚集地生活，得每个月交一枚三角形的失念模型。
Upon hearing their explanation of the settlement area, Yang Zicang’s heart stirred: “If I set up a shantytown settlement here, could I collect rent like your shed leader does?”
听到两人对聚集区的解释，扬子藏心中一动：“若是我在这里建立个作棚聚集地，是不是就能跟你们的棚主一样收租了。”
The two of them felt utterly dumbfounded, as if struck by thunder.
两人只觉得天雷滚滚。
Xu Xiuchuan was full of silent admiration. Here was a man who, upon arrival, conjured up an idea they’d never even considered—their minds simply weren´t on the same frequency.
徐秀川心中叹服。一来就打自己从未想过的主意，两人的思维根本不在同一个频率。
Wang Chong stammered as he spoke, “Theoretically, yes, it´s possible.”
王翀磕磕盼盼的开口，“理论上是可以的。”
“But, Brother Yang, managing a shantytown settlement isn´t that easy. Besides having to deal with monsters that crisscross in and out of the shifting lost-frequency zones, you also need to plan the livable infrastructure and resolve conflicts among the people. In particular, there are very few women here; if someone has a family, it easily leads to trouble.”
“不过，杨哥啊，一个作棚聚集地的管理不是那么容易的。除了要应对会随着失频交错地进入这里的怪物，还要能够规划大伙的生活设施，以及应对人们之间的矛盾。特别是，这里的女人很少，若是有家眷的在这里很容易出问题。”
Xu Xiuchuan added, “What´s more, you can´t just build a settlement anywhere you want. First, you need a well.”
徐秀川补充道：“而且，棚区也不是想建就能建，首先得有个水井才行。”
“That´s right. Only when a newly emerging lost-frequency conflicting land contains a well do we occasionally find one or two wells to turn into lost-memory engines.”
“没错哦。只有偶尔出现的新失频交错地，且里面有水井出现时，我们才可能偶尔找到一两个水井，制作成失念引擎。”
“Sounds tough just hearing it,” Yang Zicang remarked with a sigh.
“听到就很难。”杨子藏感叹道。
“Not really. If the terrain is suitable, someone will first dig a well there, then, once water flows, move the well out and install the engine to activate it.”
“也还好，如果有合适的地形，有人会先在那里面打出水井，出水后再把井移出来，接着放置引擎激活它。”
Yang Zicang was thunderstruck, reeling from disbelief.
杨子藏只觉得天雷滚滚。
He once heard a crosstalk skit about a wind that swept away a well.
他以前听过一个相声，风把水井吹跑了。
He never expected to, here, achieve something quite like that—
没想到在这里还能真达到类似的效果——
Digging a well in a newly emerging scenescape, then turning it into an engine and moving it out.
在新出现的幕景地里凿出水井，再把它做成引擎移出来。
“Good well Disorientation Engines are very expensive; only a few medium-to-large shed masters possess their formulas.”
“好水井的失念引擎很贵的，它们的配方只有几个中大型作棚主才拥有。”
Fortunately, terrain-type engines don’t require the cooperation of the merchants in Hub Town; otherwise, almost no one in the Lost Frequency Zone would survive.
还好地形类的引擎不需要枢纽镇的商户们配合，否则失频之地几乎无人能够存活。
“Our shed master wanted to build a well engine. He experimented for almost half a year—allegedly wasting about twenty to thirty disorientation models—and barely managed to produce two engines that yield murky water. The rest were either dry wells or contained harmful substances or strange odors that could shorten your life if drunk.”
“我们的棚主想要制作出水井引擎，实验了小半年，据说浪费了二三十份的失念模型，却只造出了两个勉强产浑水的引擎。其它的要么是枯井，要么就是有有害物质或怪味，喝了会短命。”
“Oh, then your local poison-pharma industry must be pretty advanced.”
“哦，那你们这边的毒药业应该很发达。”
“Of course it is, but it’s damn well useless. If there’s a problem, one sip will tell you how many days of life you’ve lost.”
“那是当然，可是没屁用，若有问题喝一口就会知道折了几天寿。”
“That’s true.”
“这倒是。”
Yang Zicang, having had similar experiences, nodded thoughtfully in deep agreement.
有过类似经验的扬子藏深以为然的点点头。