Chapter 2 Chapter 1 The Mysterious Traveler

The scenery along the way is really good. The silver tourist train with a red roof is like a wriggling snake. After rushing out of the long tunnel, it winds its way through the vast green mountains and green waters. In the jungle of Southeast Asia, there are continuous mountains and rainforests, and there are strange landscapes everywhere.The turbulent river is like a sharp sword, splitting the lush virgin forest, jumping off the cliff and falling straight down.Where the clouds and mists rise, the waves are rolling and rushing away, rushing majesticly towards the sandbanks in the distance where the plantains are shady and the kapok forests are.

The train was moving through the jungle, and the scenery outside the windows on both sides became more and more exciting.The towering trees are covered with long epiphytes, hanging down from the canopy, and the branches sway in the wind to the window of the train, almost touching.In the banana forest in the jungle, there are vaguely jumping white macaques.In the pond passing by quickly, you can also see white cranes with spread wings... Sitting on the seat of the silver tourist train, you can enjoy such a fairyland. For the passengers, it is indeed a rare enjoyment. Who would want to miss it?All the passengers in the compartment crowded to the window, blocking the narrow window tightly.They all raised their cameras and took endless pictures of the scenery outside the window.After all, in this carriage, most of them are foreign tourists. It is the first time for everyone to see such a beautiful subtropical scenery, so it is natural to be inexplicably excited.

I, Su Muzhe, sat with a tired face among the joyful passengers, and did not participate in their carnival at all.Because I have been in this subtropical country for three months, no matter how many beautiful scenery I have seen, I have also developed immunity, and I feel uninterested.The reason is just like braised pork is delicious, but you will feel greasy if you eat it every day. I turned my face away and flipped through a novel in my hand.This book is the Chinese version of the book I bought in Chinatown in this country, and the name is "Logic". I remember when I was in China, I helped many people solve difficult problems out of my natural curiosity of killing cats.But friends who know me often say with a smile that my methods of solving problems are all slanted and wild.If you really want to go to the next level, you must watch more and learn more, especially to strengthen your ability in logical thinking.

So I bought such a book called "Logic" from the bearded bookstore owner in a dark and damp bookstore in Chinatown, and I planned to read it on the train.Judging from the cover of the big color block, I thought it was a book that could explain the definition of logic in simple terms, but after opening it, I was surprised to find that it turned out to be a ghost story.Depressed, I had no choice but to calm down and read on. After all, the weekly train journey is really boring. I have never been interested in novels of strange powers and gods, because I feel that the stories in the books are not one-tenth of the mysterious and strange events I have ever encountered.But the journey was too long, and I read it with relish.Just when I saw the ecstasy place, I was disturbed by the screams of passengers.In desperation, I had no choice but to grab the novel, lift my luggage, and change to a carriage full of local passengers.

I frowned as I stepped into the compartment that smelled of curry, fish sauce, sweat, and feet, and took a window seat. In this Southeast Asian country, the seats in the train carriages are similar to those in China, and they are all three-seaters with high chairs.Coincidentally, there was no one in the three-seater I was sitting in.But when I sat down, I was surprised to find that the three-person seat opposite was full of three people, crowded. There are three people sitting opposite me, two men, one old and one young, and one woman. An old man was sitting by the window, about sixty years old, wearing a pure black silk double-breasted gown.Thin, bald, wearing a pair of glasses.Judging from the distorted eyes behind the lenses, the prescription of these glasses must not be shallow.He was holding a thick and long hookah with a bamboo pole in his hand, but it was not lit, probably because smoking is not allowed in the carriage.

The younger one was a boy, about eleven or twelve years old, sitting on the side of the aisle.He was wearing a green t-shirt with the face of a teenage singer who has recently become popular in this country.The boy's two eyeballs were rolling around, but he didn't look at the beautiful scenery outside the window, but walked back and forth in the carriage.I can see that his eyes are full of vigilance, although he deliberately hides it, but because of his age, he wants to hide it. I turned my head and noticed the woman sitting in the middle again. This woman is at most twenty years old, with a thin layer of makeup applied on Guazi's face, and her two cherry lips are applied just right.She was wearing a light blue floral pleated skirt, sitting gracefully on the seat, with her hands crossed in her arms, and a purple fringed silk handkerchief casually covering her arms, covering her palms and wrists.She looked out the window, but her eyes remained motionless, as if she was lost in thought.

Looking at the three passengers on the opposite side, I felt a little strange. It was the hot season and there were so many empty seats in the carriage. Why did the three of them have to sit together? I suddenly remembered a sentence I often saw when I read martial arts novels: In the Jianghu, there are three kinds of people you don't want to mess with, the elderly, children, and women.Hehe, I don't know why I thought of this sentence. I snickered, then lowered my head, ready to open the book in my hand and continue reading. At this time, the kid on the opposite side seemed to have noticed my existence, and probably felt a little dissatisfied that I had broken into their small space, so he whispered a few words to the old man.

"This person is really annoying. Why does he only sit here when there are so many positions?" His voice was very low, as if he only wanted the old man to hear him alone.It's not that I'm trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, it's just that it's so easy for my trained ear to catch it. The old man replied in a lower voice: "It's okay, he won't affect our plan. Little Bo, leave him alone." After I heard their words, my eyelids suddenly lifted.I guess, at this moment, my eyes must be full of surprise.It wasn't that they mentioned any plans that irritated me, but that what they said was not in the local language, but in a language that shouldn't be here at all.

The words they spoke were in a very uncommon language—ESPERANTO! And this language is generally called by us: Esperanto.