Ground Stars / 地上星 · Ch.84 第84章 嗯哼，记者们 -1
第84章 嗯哼，记者们 –1
Chapter 84: Hmm, Reporters –1
远处行走在荒原上的壹群人间，杨子藏正将订货函拿在手中犹豫不决。
Among a group of people trekking across the distant wilderness, Yang Zicang held the supply letter in his hand, hesitating.
「罢了，为了早点被那里关注到，就按手册说的来吧，保险点…不就是尽快出名嘛。」
“Oh well, to get noticed by them sooner, I’ll just follow the handbook’s advice. Play it safe… I just need to gain fame faster.”
杨子藏选择将枢纽镇逐银副镇长给与的订货函使用，当下成为了枢纽镇供货的筑货队。
Yang Zicang chose to use the supply letter given by Hubville, Ju Yin, Chase, and Futown, thus becoming the exclusive Cargo Crew supplying Hubville.
通过使用订货函登记筑货队后，货队多出两名能通过枢纽镇与外界联系的队员名额。以后也就不需要只靠自己来与外界和枢纽镇传递信息了。
After registering as the Cargo Crew using the supply letter, the crew gained two additional member slots for communicating with the outside world through Hubville. From then on, they no longer had to rely solely on themselves to relay information between the outside world and Hubville.
在杨子藏Moexl通过订货函注册完货队的瞬间，壹到心念声响起。
The moment Yang Zicang’s Moxel completed the registration of the Cargo Crew via the order form, a telepathic voice echoed.
｛妳本周的名气值已超过10，当前为15。｝
{Your weekly reputation value has exceeded 10, currently at 15.}
晦暗的声音传来，同时心中浮现座被银白色雾气笼罩的中世纪城镇的画面，仿佛这声音是这座城在与自己对话。
The dim voice came, and at the same time, the image of a medieval town shrouded in silver-white mist surfaced in his mind, as if this voice was the town itself conversing with him.
「欸？」杨子藏愣了下。所谓的影响力，不就是那份资料里提到的吗。
“Huh?” Yang Zicang was taken aback. The so-called influence was exactly what was mentioned in that document.
枢纽镇，壹间复古会议室中。
Hubville, in a retro conference room.
「就那个杨子藏壹个人，能行吗？」
“Just that Yang Zicang alone—can he really pull it off?”
椭圆的桌子旁，逐银和几名镇中的管理者正聚集在壹起，壹名西装男盯著逐银。
Around the oval table, Ju Yin Chase and several town administrators gathered together, as a man in a suit stared at Ju Yin Chase.
「小银，不是哥哥们信不过妳，把这么关键的事情交给个刚见面的陌生人，总觉得不安心。」
“Xiao Yin, it’s not that we brothers don’t trust you, but handing over such a crucial matter to a complete stranger just doesn’t sit right with us.”
「对啊，副镇，妳该跟我们商量下。这最后壹份手册就如此没有了。」
“Exactly, Futown, you should have discussed it with us. Now that last manual is gone for good.”
能成为镇子主人的他们，说话都不怎么含蓄。
As masters of the town, they were far from subtle with their words.
逐银身旁，那带著圆檐帽的八字胡男士吐了口烟：
Beside Ju Yin Chase, the mustachioed man in a round-brimmed hat exhaled a puff of smoke:
「诸位兄弟，这件事本身就是个额外的谋划，不是吗？说谋划都是严重的了，我们能谋个什么呢，只能看运气而已。」
“Gentlemen, this whole matter is an extra scheme, isn’t it? Saying it a scheme might even be an overstatement—what can we scheme? All we can do is rely on luck.”
桌旁壹名以威严老人形象为外表的男子，铿锵有力的道：
A man with the appearance of a dignified elder at the table spoke tersely:
「但大家在这里耽搁这么久时间，不就为了那件事？」
“But haven’t we been stuck here this whole time just for that very thing?”
逐银手指点了点桌子：「别吵。当下能找到杨子藏这样的完美人选，已是唯壹的机会。如果诸位认为之前的详细考察是正确的，既然如此，为何到现在都没人成功取到那东西？。」
Ju Yin Chase tapped the table with his finger: “Enough bickering. At this moment, finding a perfect candidate like Yang Zicang is our only chance. If you all believe that our previous thorough scrutiny was correct, then why has no one succeeded in retrieving that thing so far?”
众人齐齐沉默。
Silence fell over everyone.
「总归要让人安心点吧，至少要知道他是不是在认真给我们干活，阿银。」
“At least give us some peace of mind—at least let us know if he’s genuinely working for us, Ah Yin.”
「好几天了，杨子藏甚至到现在都没有开启他的筑货队资格，诞生名气要到什么时候？」
“It’s been days, and Yang Zicang hasn’t even activated his founding Cargo Crew qualification yet. When is his reputation going to take off?”
「没有名气谁知道他在干嘛。我有理由相信他在防备我们，这是对大家的不信任。」
“Without any name recognition, who even knows what he’s up to. I have reason to believe he’s on guard against us—it’s a sign of distrust toward everyone.”
正在几人咄咄逼人之时，忽然众人心间出现道淡淡威压的阴晦心念声。
Amid their aggressive questioning, a faint and oppressive mental voice suddenly echoed in everyone’s mind.
[妳所标记的订货函已启用，枢纽镇诞生第1782号筑货队，当前负责人：杨子藏。]
[The procurement letter you marked has been activated. Hubville’s 1,782nd founding Cargo Crew is now established. Current Overseer: Yang Zicang.]
「哼哼，说曹操，曹操不就来了。」
“Heh heh, speak of the devil, and he shall appear.”
逐银松了口气地揉了揉自己的太阳穴。
Ju Yin Chase let out a sigh of relief as he massaged his temples.
差不多壹小时后，讨论了城镇管理的几人走出会议室，老者落在最后，在逐银身旁同行道：
About an hour later, the group emerged from the meeting room after discussing town management. The elder lingered at the back, walking alongside Ju Yin Chase, and said:
「小银，之前大家的不满妳理解下。咱们之所以还赖著不走就是想争这丝飘渺的希望，能爬到枢纽镇这个位置，总归比过去那边再获得那东西的可能性高得多，对吧。」
“Xiao Yin, please understand everyone’s earlier frustration. The reason we’re all still hanging around is to cling to that faint shred of hope. Climbing to this position in Hubville still gives us a much higher chance of obtaining ‘that thing’ compared to back in the old days, doesn’t it?”
「我能理解，觉得我冒失嘛，壹来就把那东西给他了。但优秀的诸位却谁也没有能爬到我这个位置，不是吗。」
“I understand. You think I was reckless for handing him ‘that thing’ the moment he arrived. But none of you brilliant ones have ever managed to climb to my position, have you?”
逐银毫不客气的走出会议室，路过走廊上摆在门口的报架时，已经走过去的他退回两步，拿起份新鲜出炉的周报看了看。
Ju Yin Chase walked out of the meeting room without ceremony. As he passed the newspaper rack at the doorway in the corridor, he took two steps back, grabbed a freshly printed weekly report, and glanced through it.
刚送来的，油墨味都还未散。
Just delivered, the scent of ink still lingering.
《失频之地周报（大人物内部参考版）》
*Shibin Wastes Weekly (Insider VIP Edition)*
逐银嘴角翘起淡淡的微笑。
A faint smile curled at the corner of Ju Yin Chase’s mouth.
走出的老人看了眼副镇长变得充满干劲的背影，也从架子上拿起份周报。
The old man who had walked out caught a glimpse of Futown’s leader’s now-energetic back; he, too, picked up a copy of the report from the rack.
他翻了两下，目光自然而然落到了最后页那张排行榜上。
He flipped it open twice, and his gaze naturally landed on the chart at the very last page.
——本周失频之地新晋筑梦人名气榜：
— *This Week’s New Dreamweaver Popularity Rankings in Shibin Wastes:*
天缘筑货队，名气值60分
Natural Fortune Crew Cargo Crew, Popularity Score: 60.
失频之地正宗日用品协会筑货队，名气值50分
Shibin Wastes Authentic Daily Supplies Association Cargo Crew, Popularity Score: 50.
王氏专注贵金属筑货队，名气值45分
Wang’s Premium Metal Cargo Crew, Popularity Score: 45.
娇娇最美筑货队，名气值45分
Jiao-Jiao the Most Beautiful Cargo Crew, Popularity Score: 45.
阿巴大家筑货队，名气值40分
Aba’s Mega Guild Cargo Crew, Popularity Score: 40.
…
…
粥民筑货队，名气值25分
Porridge Folk Cargo Crew, Popularity Score: 25.
桥洞常驻帮筑货队，名气值20分
Bridge-Dwelling Steadfast Auxiliary Cargo Crew, Popularity Score: 20.
杨子藏，名气值15分
Yang Zicang, Popularity Score: 15.
失频之地水井管理筑货队，名气值10分
Shibin Wastes Well Administration Cargo Crew, Popularity Score: 10.
「等等。」
“Hold on.”
老人手上壹抖。
The old man’s hand gave a small tremble.
他看向那个名字，再三确认后发现他后面没有跟上「筑货队」三个字。
He stared at that name. After double-checking, he confirmed that it did not have the three-word suffix “Cargo Crew” after it.
这份榜单虽然筑货队和个人都可能上榜，但同样时间内团队所能造成的影响力肯定比单个人大了不知多少！因此在之前他很少见到个人人名出现在这上面。
Although both ZHU Cargo Crew and individuals could appear on this ranking list, the influence a team can exert within the same amount of time is undoubtedly far greater than that of a single individual! Therefore, he had rarely seen individual names listed here before.
「杨子藏？那人不是才去两三天吗…」
“Yang Zicang? Didn’t that guy just get there two or three days ago…”
筑货队每个礼拜都有新诞生的，或是掉榜后又出现，但杨子藏这三个字，却如壹个深水炸弹，深深吸引了他的目光！
New names appear on ZHU Cargo Crew’s list every week, either fresh entries or resurgences after falling off the chart. Yet the three characters “Yang Zicang” exploded like a depth charge, seizing his gaze with an irrepressible pull!
老人将报纸翻来覆去翻找了下，上面没有报道杨子藏干出的成名事迹。
The old man flipped through the newspaper repeatedly, searching for reports of Yang Zicang’s fame-earning deeds, but found none.
有可能是使用了化名，也有可能他做的事记者还没来的及记录就已经完结。
It was possible Yang Zicang was using an alias, or maybe his actions had already concluded before any reporter could document them.
「厉害啊，这小子。」
“Impressive, that kid.”
过道内，前方两人停下脚步。
In the corridor, the two men ahead stopped in their tracks.
「天禄，怎么还不走。」
“Tianlu, why aren’t you moving?”
老人脸色古怪的递出手中报纸：「自己过目吧。」
The old man’s face twisted with a bewildered expression as he handed over the newspaper: “Take a look for yourself.”
两人走回来扫了眼上面的新闻，无非就是哪里出现了高价值失频幕景，哪里诞生或毁灭了聚集区，又或者哪里开了朵漂亮花花，花瓣很舒服之类的无营养灌水内容。
The two walked back and glanced at the news on it—nothing more than trivial, filler content about high-value distorted scenes appearing somewhere, settlement zones emerging or being destroyed elsewhere, or some gorgeous blossom blooming someplace with petal-smooth comfort.
米天禄拿手在报纸后面点了点，发出纸张震动的「喳喳」声。
Mi Tianlu tapped a finger behind the newspaper, producing a crisp rustling sound.
两道目光在榜单上壹扫，瞬间吃惊地壹起拿起报纸。
Their gazes swept across the ranking list in an instant, and they both snatched the newspaper up in surprise.
「这个有十五点名气值的，难道就是逐银那小子选中的人？」
“The one with fifteen fame points—could that be the person chosen by that kid Ju Yin Chase?”
「不然呢？天下还有几个取这鬼名字的。」
“Who else? How many more freaks are there in the world with a name so damned bizarre?”
「以个人身份出现在这份榜单上，好谋划啊。这样的确更吸引人注意！」
“Appearing on this list as an individual—it’s a clever scheme. This way, he truly draws more attention!”
「这是有史以来最接近成功的壹次。」
“This is the closest we’ve ever come to success.”
「等下，他刚才建立了筑货队，可惜了。」
“Hold on, he just founded Cargo Crew. Too bad.”
……
壹处背风凹坑内，众人倚靠在土坡上。
In a sheltered hollow shielding them from the wind, the group leaned against an earthen slope.
杨子藏无语死了，没想到莫名其妙搞出了十几点名气值，那件事…早知道不注册筑货队还更容易被关注到。
Yang Zicang was beside himself with frustration—he never expected to have racked up over a dozen fame points out of the blue. About that matter… If only he’d known earlier not to register Cargo Crew, he would’ve had an easier time getting noticed.
青年转头，「几点了，妳们知道吗？」
The young man turned his head. “Does anyone know what time it is?”
「唉，哥啊，妳不是难为我们吗。」几人耸耸肩。
“Ah, bro, aren’t you just putting us on the spot?” Several people shrugged.
但大块头吕志却蹲下身去鼻孔用力吸了吸：「应该是五六点左右吧，正是下班的时候。」
But the hulking Lyu Zhi crouched down, sniffed the air deeply with his nostrils, and said, “Should be around five or six, right about when work lets out.”
「哇，妳还有这本事，兄弟，妳怎么吸出是几点来的？」
“Whoa, how do you have that skill? Dude, how can you sniff out the time?”
「这是妳的能力吗？」
“Is this one of your abilities?”
徐秀川弯腰好奇的看著他。范修云也蹲下嗅了嗅，没闻出什么味儿来。
Shiu Siuchuan bent over, watching him curiously. Fan Xiuyun also crouched and took a sniff but caught nothing unusual.
「别嗅了，这是我上班时候犯下的老毛病。」
“Stop sniffing—it’s just a bad habit I picked up on the job working during rush hour.”
吕志转头，盯著范修云和徐秀川道：「隔壁公司这个点就去吃饭了，我加班看著他们端著好吃的从办公室玻璃墙外走来走去，长期胃酸分泌过多，就犯了胃炎的毛病，每天下午这个点都饿得不行。」
Lyu Zhi turned around, staring at Fan Xiuyun and Shiu Siuchuan, and said, “The company next door goes to lunch at this hour. I stayed late working and watched them carrying delicious food past the office glass wall. For a long time, I had excess stomach acid, which gave me gastritis. Now, every day at this time, I’m starving.”
「……」
「……」
众人尴尬的看了眼，大家的确还没吃过午饭。
The others exchanged awkward glances—they indeed hadn’t eaten lunch yet.
吕志说完这话就额头冒汗，他感觉自己真是哪壶不开提哪壶。
After saying this, Lyu Zhi’s forehead broke out in a sweat. He felt he had really brought up the wrong topic at the wrong time.
「晚上我们吃夜宵，我先休息，妳们放好哨。」杨子藏翻身便睡。
“We’ll have a late-night meal. I’ll rest first; you guys keep watch.” Yang Zicang turned over and went to sleep.
听到夜宵，他们脑海中浮现的是火锅、烧烤、排骨汤，但最后大家都到：要是能吃上真正的面包就已经很好了。
At the mention of a late-night meal, their minds conjured images of hotpot, barbecue, and pork rib soup. But in the end, they all realized: if they could just get their hands on some real bread, that would be more than enough.
「对了。」杨子藏睁开眼皮：「我打算成立个筑货队，也去卖东西，妳们觉得怎么样？」
“By the way,” Yang Zicang opened his eyes, “I’m thinking of starting a Cargo Crew to sell goods as well. What do you all think?”
「好诶！」几人欢呼。
“Hell yeah!” The others cheered.
听著他们的欢呼，杨子藏露出淡淡笑容，开始闭眼休息。
Hearing their cheers, Yang Zicang revealed a faint smile and closed his eyes to rest.
迷迷糊糊中，他梦见壹片大地，上面的人安居乐业。
In a daze, he dreamed of a vast land where people lived in peace and prosperity.
某日，大地毫无征兆的毁灭，成为了虚无。
One day, without any warning, the land was destroyed and turned into nothingness.
没有星辰的黑夜中，左非闲的身影站在宽大幽深的洞穴口。
In the starless darkness of the night, Zuo Feixian’s silhouette stood at the mouth of a wide and deep cave.
他撑著宽厚威武的臂膀，浑身披著草皮，散发荒芜巍峨的气息，双目苍凉望向自己。
He propped up his broad and formidable arms, his body clad in grass skins, exuding an aura of desolation and majesty, his eyes bleakly fixed on him.
｛此地，不是终点…尽快拿到妳所愿的，离开…｝
{This place is not the end… Take what you desire as soon as possible, and leave…}
「我所想？」
“What I desire?”
杨子藏的记忆涌现，他觉得周围变得不真实，然后他想到了自己进入这里的目的。
Yang Zicang’s memories surged forth, making his surroundings feel unreal, and then he recalled the purpose that had driven him here.
｛不要想，小心，它们在注视。｝
{Don’t think. Be careful. They are watching.}
「它们？那是谁？」
“They? Who are they?”
｛想要收寻闪光的，想要探寻过往的它们。｝
{They who seek the shining, they who probe the past.}
杨子藏低头思索，又觉得要睡著了。
Yang Zicang lowered his head in thought, then felt as though he might drift off to sleep.
｛让我到妳身边来，接下来的壹场危机中，妳会获得我的帮助，如果妳愿意接受那个，我所开出的条件。｝
{Let me come to your side. In the coming crisis, you will receive my help, if you are willing to accept the condition I set forth.}
他说话语序与常人稍有差别，但杨子藏能理解他是让某人带来那个条件，如果同意就能得到他的帮助。
He spoke with a slightly unusual sentence structure, but Yang Zicang understood that he wanted someone to bring that condition to him, and if he agreed, he could gain his aid.
杨子藏突然能感觉到自己的存在。
Suddenly, Yang Zicang could sense his own existence.
他站起身看了看自己，又擡头仔细看向前方的身影，左非闲的面目变得虚幻，像是要形成另壹个人，却始终无法变得清晰。
He stood up to examine himself, then raised his head to scrutinize the figure before him. Zuo Feixian’s features grew ethereal, as if morphing into another person, yet they could never become clear.
「这是谁的梦？」
“Whose dream is this?”
｛这是半个失频之地的梦。｝
{This is half of Shibin Wastes’ dream.}
梦境坍塌变为虚无。
The dream collapsed into nothingness.
｛不要成为这里的主角，妳的路还很远。｝
{Don’t become a star here; your path still stretches far ahead.}
醒来后，躺在毛毯内的杨子藏琢磨了下这个有些模糊的梦时，列车的声音已经出现在心中。
Upon waking, as Yang Zicang, lying within the blanket, mulled over this somewhat hazy dream, the sound of the train had already appeared in his heart.
杨子藏走了出来，打著哈欠道：「妳们想吃什么。」
Yang Zicang stepped out, yawned, and said, “What do you guys want to eat?”
「面包！」几人齐声道。
“Bread!” they chorused in unison.