My Doomsday Train

“Ahem.”

Just as Chen Mang finished speaking, Old Zhu, who was standing to the side, casually coughed lightly with a fist to his mouth.

“Cough, cough, cough, cough your mother’s head off!”

Chen Mang turned to look at Old Zhu and scolded him unhappily: “I want to hear honest evaluations, not some ass-kissing nonsense. Don't give hints when you shouldn't be hinting.”

“And even if you want to hint next time, can you not use such an outdated method?”

“Do you think I'm deaf?!”

Old Zhu's eyes flickered with some embarrassment, not daring to look directly into Master Mang's eyes.

“Come!”

Chen Mang turned to look at the young man again, frowning and saying: “Tell me how you did it. I clearly designed a lot of complicated forks in the road.”

“Um…”

The young man took a deep breath before gathering his courage to speak: “This is a relatively simple maze topology. This kind of rectangular maze may seem to have winding paths, but in essence, it is just a straight line.”

“The starting point and the ending point are the two ends of this straight line.”

“And those forks are just some branches on this straight line.”

“So…”

The young man took out a sharp pebble from his pocket and carefully traced all the routes along the maze, then peeled the entire maze off the paper.

Then, he held the maze, which had been peeled off the paper, with both hands, and gently pulled on both ends.

The maze, which had just looked extremely complicated, instantly became a straight line, and the forks he had designed grew on the trunk of the tree like branches.

“You can quickly find the correct route by infinitely stretching this maze.”

“You didn't do that just now.”

“I have a better sense of space and quickly simulated it in my mind. This way of showing it is… is to make it easier to understand.”

“…”

Chen Mang was silent for a long time with a blank expression before saying: “As a slave, you still carry this kind of sharp pebble with you?”

“Ah?”

The young man was slightly stunned, his face immediately turning pale. He realized that he seemed to have exposed something because he was too engrossed in it, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: “I… I don't want to be robbed again.”

“A slave steals 1 unit of iron ore from me every day, and then takes it to turn it in at the settlement. He is a level 1 slave, and I don't dare to say anything.”

“I… I don't want to be robbed again. The amount of iron ore I mine every day determines how long it will take for me to be promoted. I want to be promoted to a level 2 slave sooner.”

“So I prepared this thing, planning to fight to the death if he robs me again.”

Hearing this, Chen Mang frowned slightly and turned his head to look at Old Zhu beside him.

Old Zhu, who was standing to the side, was cursing in his heart. Why couldn't you just talk to him privately about such a trivial matter? What are you trying to do? Are you appealing to a higher authority, you motherfucker!

Did you take it out accidentally, or did you deliberately take it out, you motherfucker!

He looks so young, how can he be such a schemer!

Although he was cursing in his heart, his face was uneasy and fearful as he hurriedly bowed.

“Master Mang, this is my negligence in work. I will deal with this matter as soon as possible.”

“Okay.”

Chen Mang nodded casually and said: “Just give him a beating, don't waste a slave. By the way, there are the train rules I drafted in that drawer. Take them and announce them before work tomorrow morning. From now on, follow this rule.”

After dealing with this small episode.

He closed his eyes again and leaned back in the chair, tentatively stretching the maze he had just seen infinitely in his mind. A minute later, he opened his eyes, took out a cigarette, and threw it over: “I need to design a maze that is complex enough.”

“Static maze or dynamic maze?”

“Static.”

The young man hurriedly and respectfully took the cigarette, and without a fire to light it, he held it in his hand and spoke immediately after thinking for a few seconds.

“Generally speaking, setting up a maze that is complex enough requires using some random algorithm software to generate irregular paths, but there are no conditions now.”

“But we can start from six steps.”

“The first step is to divide the maze area into different regions, such as dividing it into ten regions, each of which is a separate maze, and the correct line passes through the maze of each region.”

“The second step is that each node needs at least 3 directions, so that the proportion of dead ends reaches 60% to 70%. If possible, it is best to set up 7 layers of path nesting.”

“The third step is that if it is a 3D three-dimensional maze, at least 3 layers of vertical connections need to be set.”

“The fourth step is to use sound and light effects for visual deception, such as mirrors, sound systems, light and shadow, and misleading guide lights, so that the mirror image area accounts for about 15%.”

“The fifth step is to make the repetition rate of the mazes in these ten regions reach 40%. A higher repetition rate will confuse people's memories in the process of testing the route, and they will begin to doubt whether they have walked this road, which is also known as a ghost hitting the wall.”

“The sixth step is to create a progressive scaling path ratio to create a distance illusion.”

“In this way, the number of path retracements can basically be guaranteed to be greater than 30% of the total number of steps, and the necessary nodes can account for…”

“Alright.”

Chen Mang interrupted the young man's statement, sat up from the chair, personally lit a cigarette for him, and then patted him on the shoulder and said with emotion: “You are a talent, professional enough.”

“Old Zhu, from now on, this kid will enjoy level 1 slave treatment on the Stellar Train.”

“Find the slave who robbed this kid.”

“Let this kid do it himself and beat him back.”

“What's your name?”

“I…”

At this time, the young man completely lost the eloquent look he had just had when explaining his thoughts, but instead held the cigarette in his mouth with some trepidation: “Master Mang, my name is Li Shiji.”

“Good name.”

Chen Mang let out a long sigh: “Each of the refrigerators on the train has a space of 100 square meters. I want you to use 100 refrigerators to create a maze that is complex enough. It must meet what I just said, so that the robot cannot successfully pass through it in half an hour.”

“Whatever support you need, just say it.”

“The number of refrigerators can be increased, but the maximum is basically around 130. Go back and think about it tonight, and come to me for a report early tomorrow morning. We will communicate again then.”

“If this matter is handled beautifully.”

“A big reward.”

“Thank you, Master Mang, thank you, Master Mang.”

A trace of excitement and agitation flashed in Li Shiji's eyes, and he hurriedly bowed repeatedly to express his thanks.

At this time.

Outside the train in the karst cave, all the slaves had finished their dinner, but today they did not return to their positions in the train to sleep immediately, but gathered together to watch the excitement.

In the middle of the crowd.

There was a slave kneeling on the ground with a face full of fear, without any restraints, but his body did not dare to struggle at all.

A group of armed thugs surrounded the inner circle, maintaining order.

Behind this slave,

Li Shiji hefted the police baton in his hand before bending down, bringing his head close to the ear of the kneeling slave, and said softly.

"Did you enjoy taking my iron ore?"

"It's not that you won't be punished, but the time hasn't come yet."

"Remember this."

"My name is Li Shiji."

The next moment—

Li Shiji, his eyes full of anger, swung his arm with even more force than used for mining, and slammed the police baton heavily on the back of the kneeling slave, not uttering a single curse word, just gritting his teeth.

Like a storm, without any pause, one blow after another.

He was clearly aiming to beat the slave to death.

"Uncle Li."

In the crowd of slaves watching the spectacle, a young man leaned towards Uncle Li and whispered, "Look at him, he's easily made a name for himself. He's only a level 3 slave who just joined the train."

"You, old man, have been on the train for a long time, you're considered an old-timer, but you're only enjoying level 1 slave treatment."

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"Why haven't you made a name for yourself yet?"

"Have you thought of a new plan yet?"

"Can you shut your mouth!"

Uncle Li, somewhat embarrassed and angry, turned his head to look at the young man beside him, "Are you a pressure monster? Can you stop pressuring me every day? I'm under a lot of pressure too, okay?"

"Are you hoping too much that I'll become a dragon?"

"Well, I can't hope for myself, I'm obviously unreliable."

"Shut up! I'll think of a way!"

"Of course, I've always firmly believed in that, Uncle Li."

Inside the crowd.

Biaozi, with his arms crossed in front of his chest and a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the scene with a smile on his lips, "Wagon Master Zhu, I guarantee you, this kid is definitely deliberately complaining to the higher-ups."

"Nonsense."

Old Zhu's face was a little unsightly as he said, "Do you need to tell me? Can't I see that? This kid is too shrewd, I don't like him."

"Manager Mang seems to like him quite a bit."

"Of course Manager Mang likes him. Although I don't like this kid, he definitely has talent."

Speaking of this, Old Zhu paused for a moment and hesitated, "This kid can infinitely stretch an extremely complex rectangular maze into a straight line in his mind. Can you do that? I tried for a long time just now, and my head almost exploded. I feel like countless lines are floating in front of my eyes when I close my eyes."

"I almost had visual hallucinations, but I still couldn't figure it out."

"I'm a martial artist, Wagon Master Zhu. If I had this skill, would I have been a guerrilla foreman before?"

"Your brain is only good for being a foreman. You'd be dumbfounded if you couldn't get the money owed."

"I'm a martial artist, Wagon Master Zhu."

"So what if you're a martial artist?"

Biaozi smiled, winking, "Martial artists collecting debts are professionals. There's no debt I can't get back. Otherwise, why do you think I was a leader before?"

Old Zhu snorted dismissively.

"Enough, you almost got killed by Black Rat. Don't show off here. By the way, you used to be a level 2 train captain. Do you know under what circumstances a giant maze that can trap robots is needed?"

"I don't know."

Biaozi shook his head, his face serious, "Is Manager Mang looking for this kid to do that?"

"Don't look at me, I really don't know. It's not that I'm not telling you, it's just that my old train and Manager Mang's train are not the same thing at all. Saying they're worlds apart is an understatement."

"But ."

"I have to advise you, Manager Mang didn't tell you to beat him to death. That kid doesn't know how to control his strength. That slave looks like he's about to die."

"Also, don't be angry with this little guy. Manager Mang is using him to build a maze, and he won't be needed after that."

"The second-in-command on the train is still you, Wagon Master Zhu. Don't make things ugly, you'll definitely be at a loss."

"I naturally know that."

Old Zhu sighed lightly, "I certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to be angry with him. It's just that I'm a little upset about being reported to the higher-ups for the first time. He didn't tell me but went to tell Manager Mang. Manager Mang doesn't know what he'll think, whether I'm oppressing the slaves every day, making them afraid to talk to me when something happens."

"It's okay, this is indeed a dereliction of duty on your part. Exposing the problem is the only way to solve it. Relax."

Old Zhu didn't say anything more, just stepped forward and said in a deep voice.

"Enough."

Then he looked at the half-dead slave lying on the ground, "Take him to the train for treatment."

"Wagon Master Zhu."

Seeing Old Zhu approaching, Li Shiji immediately handed over the police baton and said softly.

"Mm."

Old Zhu expressionlessly took the police baton and looked at the surrounding slaves, pointing to the iron ore area not far away, "All of you, go back to the train to sleep. If you don't feel sleepy, you can go over there and continue mining with Doba."

The group of slaves subconsciously turned to look at the more than one hundred goblin slaves still mining in the iron ore area not far away, and immediately shuddered, rushing towards the train car in a swarm.

That group of goblins.

They're simply... simply lunatics!

In the past few days, they had witnessed the madness of this group of goblins. They were still mining when they were asleep, and they were still mining when they had just woken up, as if they didn't need to rest at all.

Just like a cold-blooded machine working non-stop 24 hours a day.

Especially Doba.

He had been dominating the top spot on the daily mining quantity list for many days in a row, never surpassed, simply invincible.

Originally, they were still looking forward to the daily mining list rankings.

But after that group of goblins occupied the top hundred every day, they were too lazy to pay attention to the daily mining rankings. It was too competitive, so competitive that they were scared, simply a group of superhumans.

At first.

Many people were seeing goblins for the first time and found it novel, so they would tentatively say hello during their mining breaks.

But... after being scolded several times for being stupid humans and being told not to disturb the great goblins' mining, no one dared to approach them carelessly anymore.

"This Doba seems to be proving his greatness all his life."

As the slaves swarmed towards the train car, Old Zhu, standing in place, looked at Doba, who was mining with a firm expression not far away, and sighed with emotion, "Honestly, this guy's stamina is really strong."

"Yeah, he's quite strong."

Biaozi nodded, then looked at the female giant among the group of small goblins with a strange expression, "But that woman is also quite strong. It looks like she's competing with this group of goblins, determined to fight to the death."

"I remember that the female giant went to talk to Doba today and was scolded."

"She seemed very angry, and then she was determined to fight to the death, seeing who could mine more."

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