The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 389 - 307: Rail Train2

"Maybe it’s the projection of sothing," Mike paused and said.

"Maybe, everyone be careful," Qinghan turned on his headlamp and shone it around.

The track was curved, turning just in front of the door we erged from. Qinghan looked in both directions but couldn’t see the end.

"Which way should we go?" I asked after he finished looking.

"This way," Qinghan pointed to the track on the right side of the door, "This leads in the direction of the Ancient City."

"Do you really think this leads directly to the Ancient City?" Mike asked.

"We’ll see," Qinghan wasn’t definitive, "It would be best if there’s a path."

Mike couldn’t argue with him on that. The temperature on the surface was high, and encountering danger while moving day or night was inevitable. Moving underground would at least be cooler and save water.

"What’s this?" As Qinghan explored the path, I walked to the wall, where there was a handle, or rather a lever.

I didn’t dare to move it myself. Qinghan is an expert in this field. I waited for him to finish exploring and co back to show it to him and ask if it could be pulled.

Qinghan said that since there are transportation facilities here, there likely wouldn’t be lethal traps, and he didn’t think this place was an ancient tomb, so I could safely go ahead.

I grasped the lever and pulled it downward. The wall beside suddenly moved. Because of the thick dust, I hadn’t realized it was a door. It was particularly tall, about three to four ters high and four ters wide, so it looked just like a wall.

The door slowly rose, like a shutter door from a breakfast shop, except this was a stone door, much heavier than a shutter. Lifting it manually would be difficult.

As the stone door rose, it revealed a pitch-black space. Qinghan and Mike simultaneously shone their headlamps inside, followed by a subtle gasp from Mike.

"Wow, there are vehicles!" I happily clapped like a little penguin. Though not surprised, since this civilization could construct passageways, having so modern transportation wasn’t exactly a child’s play.

Inside the door was a parking lot, but what parked inside weren’t cars—they were sections of ’trains.’

Like the miniature trains in children’s parks. Baozi took to see them once. Initially, she wanted to take for a ride, saying her happiest childhood mories were riding trains at the park, but they currently restrict height and age, not selling tickets to adults.

Mike only let out a slight gasp upon seeing the train carriages. He remains calm in most situations, only getting emotional when sothing touches him deeply, like his deceased teammates.

"Do you know what these things an?" Mike asked, slightly excited.

"Of course, it ans we finally don’t have to walk," I casually replied.

Mike paused, glanced at , and dryly said, "Yes."

But he quickly continued, "No, we don’t know how to start them; they’re useless."

Qinghan had already jumped onto the head of one of the cars, probably the driver’s cabin. He was bent over, fiddling with sothing.

"You don’t seriously intend to start them, do you?" Mike’s tone was completely incredulous.

"Do you know what power they use? There’s not even a schematic here," Mike tried to persuade Qinghan to give up.

Soone who believes ’logic’ might find it unimaginable for a modern person to enter ancient ruins and imdiately use ancient transportation without any learning.

Just as he finished speaking, the head of the car moved forward slightly. Mike was standing right beside it and quickly stepped aside, nearly getting hit.

"Hey, careful, buddy."

"Sorry."

Qinghan manipulated the car, moving it forward and backward several tis, even Mike’s expression changed.

"It should be good now, call them down," Qinghan said calmly.

Mike looked incredulous. After Qinghan jumped down from the car, he imdiately stepped up and stared at the control panel for a long while.

"Okay, I’ll go." I raised my hand to take on Qinghan’s task and turned to walk back.

It’s just delivering a ssage, and bringing people down doesn’t need all three of us to go back. I left my backpack behind and walked back briskly.

But passing the corridor with bones, I saw that shadow on the wall again.

I didn’t turn on my headlamp and walked in darkness, but the shadow still lay clearly on the wall. I saw it very clearly.

I thought about it and decided to ignore it. For now, it poses no harm to us, and I can’t catch it anyway. We can only wait for it to reveal itself.