The crow still didn't make a move in the end, when he silently held the paring knife in his palm, he soon stuffed it back into his pocket silently.
I shouldn't have thought that way. The crow said to himself that he felt that he shouldn't have this kind of... this kind of idea of solving problems by killing others. Even in his opinion, the behavior of the owl is very abnormal, and it is likely to have a tendency to attack others, while the crow is definitely the first person to be hurt and threatened.
But the crow is still unwilling to do it, not because he is kind and caring. He doesn't think he will be a good person before he loses his memory, but he doesn't think he will be a bad person either.
There is never an absolute difference between good and evil in this world. When most people think something is correct and just, then this thing will be defined as a good aspect, and the people who have done this thing will be would be considered good. vice versa.
The definition of good and evil is so simple, but it also defines the difference between man and beast. After all, no beast defines its own kind in terms of good or evil.
So why bother to choose? If you think it is right to do it, then do it.
The crow took a deep breath. He relaxed his body and leaned against the wall. The owl was still holding one of his hands. The owl's fingers were still bitingly cold, not like the temperature of a human. But at this moment, the crow forgot about these details. He straightened his posture and looked up at the owl, saying, "I think we need to have a good talk."
The owl tilted its head and smiled: "What are you talking about?"
"I know you suspect that I am some kind of murderer..." Crow said.
"Not suspicious." Owl interrupted him and sneered: "I'm sure."
"So you think you have some evidence, don't you?"
"The evidence is solid." The owl paused, and he held the crow's hand tightly. Then he reached out and touched the crow's neck. The crow only felt the cold touch on his fragile neck, which made him shiver.
"You have a strangle mark on the back of your neck." The owl touched the back of the crow's neck, which still felt a little sunken.
Crow himself didn't feel much, he didn't even feel any pain, although when he stretched out his hand to touch his neck, he realized that the back of his neck did have the feeling of being strangled by something long and thin.
"You used to wear something around your neck, and I got this from the corpse—" The owl took out the black cross pendant and stared at the crow intently: "Did you lose it?"
The crow glanced at the black cross: "I don't have any impression of it—does it give you the pleasure of questioning the prisoner?"
The owl's expression was grim: "In room 13, there are only you, me, and the corpse. The corpse is holding the cross tightly, and the chain of the cross is also broken. Obviously, it was forcibly torn from someone's neck. , and between the two of us, only you have this mark on your neck, isn't that enough to explain the problem?"
"I didn't kill anyone." The crow never changed his words. He took a deep breath again and said, "I don't have any memory. When I woke up and read that note, my memory just started from that moment! I don't know if I What did I do before, but my heart tells me that I have never hurt anyone!"
The owl didn't believe the crow, and continued to be aggressive: "Come on, even your brain can trick you without any memory!"
"I don't know why you are so sure! But all of this was obviously designed by someone else! Two people and one corpse were stuffed into a closed compartment, and various criminal traces and evidence were deliberately designed to make you sure that I am murderer, and then we start killing each other?"
"Kill each other? No! Of course not." The owl suddenly narrowed its eyes and said a strange sentence: "Even if you are really a murderer, I will not do anything to you."
"What do you mean?" the crow wondered, but the owl did not answer his question. He stood up straight and let go of the crow's hand. Only then did the crow feel that his hand was stiff, but the cold feeling still remained.
"By the way, are you cold?" The crow couldn't help asking the owl, and he couldn't help shaking his wrist—the hand that the owl had held.
"I feel your body temperature is very low."
The tense atmosphere between the two seemed to have calmed down a bit, and the owl even smiled and said, "I'm not cold, don't worry—it's only temporary."
There was a sense of weirdness everywhere in the owl's words, but the crow didn't want to delve into it at the moment. He felt tired, but he didn't want to waste time. He immediately squatted at the connecting door of No. 12 and No. 11 cars, and began to look at the door. Relevant hints given—
[There is no one in carriage 12.]
[But the poor kitten was killed.]
[No no no! Of course it's not for you to find a murderer.]
[Because the key to the door is in the cat's belly.]
"This reminder is really simple and clear, will it be that easy?" After reading these few lines, the crow had no choice but to doubt.
Owl said: "It would be a blessing if it was that easy, after all we have to clear 13 small rooms in six hours and stop the damn train."
At this moment, the crow had to ask a question: "But I haven't found anything that can tell the time, such as a watch, mobile phone, or other clocks... I mean, how can we know how long the time has passed?"
"Don't think too much, when we really need something, there will always be something to remind us of the time." The owl replied vaguely, and he said, "I think we need to pick up the dead cat's body." Stomach, look to see if the key is really in there."
So the owl and the crow fished out the dead cat from the pool again. They turned off the water tap in the pool, put the poor cat on the ground, and saw the wounds on the cat's body, and soon, they found the difference. unusual place.
"I thought the wound on the cat was cut by a knife...but now it looks like..." The owl unconsciously stroked the dead cat's fur, although the poor kitten had died, it was still wet and bloody, disgusting look.
"How does it look now?" Raven asked, frowning.
"Don't you think the wound doesn't look like a knife cut?"
After hearing what the owl said, the crow also narrowed its eyes to examine the wound on the dead cat carefully. Indeed, if it was cut with a knife, the wound should be smoother and more beautiful. The sharp blade will make the incision very neat, and the depth of the force can be different It's easy to see.
But the wound on the cat was more like it was left after being attacked by some wild beast.
After the ferocious, crooked, scratching and biting with sharp claws, such a few marks were left on the poor cat.
"This thing makes me feel uncomfortable just looking at it." The crow had to take a deep breath and commented.
"I'm more curious about what made it like this." The owl chuckled, then looked up at the crow: "Do you have a knife?"
The crow also raised its head, staring at the owl warily.
"Come on, I'm just trying to rip the cat's belly open, I know you've got—right?"
The crow was silent for a while. He didn't know whether his behavior was right or wrong, but he still took a deep breath and took out the sharpener from his pocket. Although the blade of the paring knife was thin, it was really sharp, and it was not difficult to cut open the dead cat's stomach.
The crow silently handed the knife to the owl, and the owl took it silently, so the crow couldn't help it, and asked him: "I think you should also get some weapons. In the No. 13 carriage, there are A lot of crap."
"No, that's a pity." The owl stabbed the dead cat's stomach, and replied to the crow: "In the No. 13 car, I only got a cross necklace from that corpse."
"That's really unexpected. Are you really not afraid? What if I'm really a murderer who kills without blinking an eye?" Crow half-jokingly.
The owl cut open half of the dead cat's stomach, exposing the bloody internal organs. When he heard the crow's words, he raised his head and looked at the crow, because they were all squatting on the ground at the moment. When the owl raised his head, the crow clearly knew Saw the black eyes of the owl.
But... a little weird.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but the crow feels that the owl's eyes are a bit strange. Although they are typical oriental black pupils like him, those pupils always remind the crow of a bottomless abyss.
The owl didn't respond to the crow's words. He quickly cut open the dead cat's stomach, then stretched his hand in, rummaged through the bloody internal organs, and finally found a bloody key. He was about to vomit, he was not used to the smell of blood, nor to this disgusting scene, although for a moment, the crow felt that he was excited.
"Isn't this secret room too simple?" The owl took the bloody key and washed it in the sink until it cleaned its fingers. The crow noticed that his fingers were white in the water.
"Are you really not cold?" Crow worried unconsciously: "Just now you held my hand... Oh my God, you are as cold as ice."
"Maybe I'm born with a low body temperature." The owl said optimistically, and went to open the door with the key.
The secret room in the 12th car is really very simple, you can get the key by cutting open a dead cat, but when they opened the door to the 11th car, they suddenly realized that the road ahead was not easy.
Because when they opened the door, they saw two men standing in the No. 11 car.
To make matters worse, the two men appeared to be killing each other when they opened the door.