The crow could not understand what the owl said. He found that this man possessed an aura that he didn't understand, which was terrifying, just like this train that was always heading towards the darkness, as if it would never stop.
"It's almost time."
Said the owl, all he was thinking, and looked out of the window of the carriage.
The train was roaring forward, and the entire carriage was shaking slightly. It was pitch black outside the window, the kind of darkness where no light could be seen, as if the train had been passing through a dark tunnel that could not be seen, or as if it was driving in a dark tunnel. In the chaos of another dimension, in the darkness, there is only one train with flashing lights moving forward alone.
The time they can stay in this train is only six hours, but the train has a total of thirteen cars, which means that they must find a total of thirteen keys for all the cars, open each car, and finally reach the front of the train. Only by stopping the train in the cab of the train can the fate of car crash and death be avoided.
Finding the thirteen keys was a long process, and there was no time to lose, so the crow and the owl quickly reached a consensus and began to search in this carriage. A few notable points too.
For example, each car has a toilet and a crew lounge.
There is a number plate on the wall near the 'crew lounge', and the number plate is written with a big '13', which is the number code of this carriage.
Many inexplicable numbers were written with a red brush in many places in the carriage.
There was a large piece of blood on the corner of a table in the carriage, and there were a few hairs of unknown origin on the table, but the hair was very short, and it should be male.
The carriage is full of rubbish, melon seeds, melon peels, and some sticky and overturned soup. However, there is a square place in this pile of rubbish that is exceptionally clean, as if it was originally placed there. It was a big square thing, so the snacks and garbage that others ate were thrown everywhere without affecting it, but later this thing was moved away, leaving such a clean square space.
Above the head of the carriage is a steel frame for the suitcases, which are crowded with large and small suitcases, so crowded that there is no space left, and even with the slight shaking of the train, some of them are placed outside. The box looked like it was about to fall out.
Also, the toilets and the flight attendants' lounge in this carriage were all normal, and no valuable clues were found.
"What do you think?" After the owl turned upside down in the carriage, it turned back to join the crow and began to ask each other's opinions. The owl first started: "This is the 'thirteenth' carriage, which means here It is the last car of this train, and there are doors at both ends of the car, I looked at the door at the back, it has no handle, and there is a glass window on the door, and there is darkness outside the window."
"There's no handle and no keyhole, is there?" the crow asked him.
"Yes, maybe the planner of this escape room game designed it that way from the beginning." Owl spread his hands.
Crow frowned: "Who would use a train to joke with us? This thing is not cheap."
After the panic, calm down and think about it, the crow felt that something was wrong, this train was very wrong.
"Think about it, where are these two trains running? It's almost dark outside all the time, with no light at all. It shouldn't take so long even if they are running in a tunnel. Where is there? Such a long tunnel?"
The owl narrowed its eyes, and suddenly smiled: "I didn't realize it was a tunnel, maybe we are really in a different dimension, and then this train is driving in this dark space."
Crow is frustrated with his magical idea: "Well, you mean we were all captured by aliens, and then they made fun of us and dropped us on a train in some inexplicable space?"
"It doesn't make sense... my friend," said the owl. "We'd better find a way to stop this train first."
The two discussed, and they walked to the iron door at the junction between the carriages. According to the note, there would be a message on this door reminding them of the location of the door key.
The iron door at the connection looks very strong. There is also a glass window on the door, but it is a frosted glass window. Through this glass window, you can vaguely see the situation inside the No. 12 compartment, but there is only a vague shadow.
"The note says that there are five people playing the room escape game together, but there are only two of us in this carriage. Do you think there will be anyone in the front carriage?" The owl lay on the door, almost covering its face. On the small glass window, he tried to observe the situation in the 12th car, but found nothing.
The crow was in a gloomy mood, and replied: "There must be someone there, and I don't know if it's dead or alive—well, don't look, there is an inscription on this door, you block it."
The owl moved its body away, and found that there was a row of very small lettering on the iron door, which read—
[There are actually three people in carriage No. 13.]
[One of them is destined to only be a victim.]
[The murderer killed him and hid the body.]
[The key to this door is in the corpse's trouser pocket.]
[Do you want to know where the key is?]
[Ask the murderer.]
A passage made the hairs on both of them stand on end and goose bumps all over their bodies.
Almost at the same time, they stood up straight and stepped back, leaning against the wall behind each other, and looked at each other.
His eyes were full of surprise and uncertainty.
Then there was a strange silence, but this silence lasted only a few minutes. The owl couldn't bear it first, and he said: "I don't want to argue for myself, but when I woke up, I saw you sitting on the sofa watching note..."
"Do you think I'm a murderer?" The crow interrupted him.
"But the door reminds us that there were originally three people here!"
The crow couldn't help screaming: "I know what you mean! There were three people in our car, and one of them died and his body was hidden! Of course he didn't commit suicide and he could hide his body after suicide! So it could only have been done by one of the two of us! Are you right?"
The owl took a deep breath and said slowly, "I know I know...I doubt you, and you also...doubt me? Is that so?"
The crow looked at him vigilantly: "I haven't noticed you since I woke up until you made a sound, isn't it weird? And you have been saying some inexplicable things, you even said that you are not afraid. Wouldn't you be afraid if you took away your memory and was thrown on an inexplicable train?!"
"That's because I think it's just a game!" The owl growled in a low voice, took another deep breath, and looked at the crow with sharp eyes: "Calm down, we haven't even seen the dead body now, and we don't even know about this damn broken door!" The message written on it is true or false!"
"Also, you have to understand that it's not like throwing three people into a secret room, and they will start killing each other. There must be a reason, a motive for killing!"
The crow's face was a little pale, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm his heaving chest, and then he said: "I understand what you mean. Indeed, the message of this door may also be false, in order to make us suspicious and even suspicious of each other. Killing... Don't those suspense novels and movies always have such plots?"
"And!" Owl added loudly: "Maybe there is a dead body, but it was deliberately placed here... I mean, is it possible that after those people stuffed us into this carriage, there is still a dead body? Hiding a dead body somewhere in this carriage and writing these words on the iron door is like one of those... deliberate plots."
"So, don't think about who the murderer is, just find the body and find the key, that's it, right?" The crow said, but in fact he still didn't dare to get close to the owl, he stepped back silently, and said as he backed up : "Then we can start guessing where the corpse is."
"You are too far away from me." The owl stood still, staring at the crow silently.
"So what? I don't want to get too close to you." The crow's vigilance is too high, and he will almost step back if there is any abnormality in the owl. He feels that he has almost become a frightened bird, but he is powerless to stop himself As long as I think that the man I'm staying with may be a murderer, it's a lie to say I'm not afraid!
"The crow..." the owl called the crow's name, as if deliberately lowering his tone and whispering softly: "You are too excited, I won't do you any harm, I'm even thinner than you, so... don't stay too far away from me. "
"I'm not excited." The crow looked very calm, but his face was a little pale and his breathing was uneven: "I just think we should keep a distance."
The owl paused and had to compromise: "Okay, keep your distance."
The owl doesn't seem to like keeping a distance, he seems to want to get close to the crow, maybe he is also afraid of something. But the crow didn't give him this chance. When they started to search for the hidden corpse in the carriage, the crow would always pay careful attention to the distance between him and the owl.
In this very tense and suffocating situation, they started a thorough search of the entire No. 13 carriage. They searched for all the places where people could hide, but soon they discovered that there was no place to hide in the carriage. There is really too little room for the next body.
Both the toilet and the flight attendant lounge are empty, and the space is so narrow that it’s obvious once you enter, there’s no place to hide people at all. As for the sofas in the carriages, they’re so crowded, you can put a hand under the sofa at most Arms, unless the body is dismembered and packed in bags, there is no room to hide the body at all.
"Where is that corpse hiding?" The owl seemed a little irritable. He began to destroy the sofa cover and ripped off the white sofa cover.
"There is no place to hide a corpse here." Crow sat on a sofa far away and answered him.
"Is it really dismembered?" Owl speculated. "The crow vetoed it: "I don't think it's possible. There must be a lot of blood if it is dismembered, but the toilet is clean and there is no blood on the ground... Well, if there is really one person between us who is the so-called murderer, I will means... if you were the murderer..."
"Hey! I told you I haven't killed anyone!" Owl didn't like the fact that the other party always regarded himself as a murderer.
"Well, let's pretend that if I am a murderer, I killed someone..." Crow had no choice but to change his words: "I don't know if this person is male or female, tall or short, but I killed him, and I want to hide him , hiding in this damn carriage, how can anyone hide here...?"
While the crow was talking almost to himself, he raised his head and looked around, maybe because he was brought into the role, even the owl began to look around. Immediately after that, both of them raised their heads at the same time, and looked at the sturdy luggage racks on the roof of the carriage.
"Don't you think those trunks are overcrowded?" said Owl, tilting his head.
"Oh, actually I think so too." Crow echoed.