The entire No. 11 carriage is in a mess, all kinds of things have been beaten to pieces, broken glass bottles, broken suitcases, tattered clothes and fabrics, just from this scene, we can predict what happened in this place battle.
Two men killed each other, one exaggeratedly stepped on a table and squatted halfway, and the other squatted on the opposite sofa. The two were holding messy weapons, one was holding a broken broom, and the other was holding two half-length steel rods—the kind that looked like they were pried off from a toilet pipe.
Both of them were injured to varying degrees, with wounds of different depths on their hands, arms, and legs. They both seemed to want to kill each other, with extremely fierce expressions on their faces. Even the owl and the crow had already opened the door. They didn't seem to notice it, and their eyes were fixed on each other.
The situation is pressing and imminent.
Seeing this scene, the crow and the owl had to look at each other. In fact, it is very natural to have this kind of scene of killing each other. After all, not long ago, the crow and the owl were in a situation of mutual hostility and almost fighting each other, but they both retained their reason, even though their hearts were full of doubts and suspicions It was about to overflow, but in the end no one really did it.
After all, there is not much time left for them.
"Are we going to stop it?" The crow began to ask the owl for advice.
"I don't really want to go, what do you think?" Owl frowned, he felt that the two men were very murderous.
While speaking, the man holding the half-broken broom suddenly swept the stick in his hand, and slashed towards another heavy stick. His movements seemed to be disorderly, but they were surprisingly imposing, as if What he held in his hand was not a tattered wooden stick, but a long knife.
The owl tilted its head and looked at the man with the broken broom. The opponent moved very quickly, and had shoulder-length long hair. The owl couldn't see his face clearly, but somehow, the owl felt that the aura this person gave him was very familiar.
Who is this person? The owl thought, but soon he couldn't think anymore, because he suddenly felt a sharp dull pain in his head, as if someone had suddenly hit him hard with an iron rod, and the pain was so painful that it made people gasp.
After the pain, Owl felt that there seemed to be some more pictures in his mind, like a person who lost his memory suddenly recalling some past memories—no, maybe it really came back to some memories—but these memories seemed to be blurred. Layers of gauze, just thinking about it, will make the owl's face pale with pain.
The crow naturally noticed his abnormality, and subconsciously reached out to grab one of the owl's wrists, but soon shivered and retracted his hand.
The owl's hands were as cold as ice, an unusual temperature. The crow had to pay attention to the owl's face, it was still pale, and the corners of the eyes were even slightly blue.
"Are you sick?" The crow felt that the worry in his heart had increased, and couldn't help asking: "Your complexion is very bad, what's wrong?"
"Crow, what does that note say?" The owl didn't answer the question at this moment, and suddenly threw an inexplicable question to the crow. He asked: "We all have that note, what does it say on it?" Now, under what circumstances will we restore the memory?"
"We will restore our memories, but most of them are before we die. Only the brutal murderer is special." The crow casually took out the note from his pocket, read the above sentence, and then the crow paused , looked sideways at the owl: "You're not recovering your memory, are you?"
"No, no, I just feel like I remembered something, but when I think about it carefully, I can't remember it again." Owl said, took a deep breath suddenly, and walked into the No. 11 compartment. He swaggered straight in , and casually grabbed a certain soda bottle on the table, and threw it directly at the two people who were fighting.
Both of them were very sharp and nimbly dodged. As a result, their killing each other came to an end, and they both turned their heads at the same time, staring fiercely at the owl and the crow.
The owl interrupted the battle, but stood there without saying a word, so the crow sighed and said to the two people: "Stop fighting, shouldn't we be thinking about how to escape from this ghost place under such circumstances?" ?”
After the crow tried to persuade them, the two men didn't continue the fight, but they still seemed to be hostile to each other. They made various demonstrations at each other, and they both found a corner farthest from each other and squatted down.
Both the crow and the owl felt that it was difficult, they discussed it and decided to deal with one of them, so the owl walked towards the long-haired man with a broken broom in the corner, and the crow walked towards the other.
"What happened?" Crow actually felt a little trembling in his heart, because he felt that the two men seemed not to be trifled with, and the man sitting in front of him was a handsome guy with short black messy hair and a good figure. Very tall, just sitting there feels oppressive.
The crow approached him, and noticed that this man was wearing the same gray-blue prison uniform as he was. There was also a nameplate on the chest of the clothes, and the words on the nameplate were very simple—BLACK CAT—meaning black cat.
black cat.
The crow couldn't help but think of the poor little cat that died in the toilet sink of the No. 12 car, which was also a black cat.
Probably because he heard the crow's voice, the man temporarily named 'Black Cat' raised his head and glanced at him. The crow noticed that this man was indeed a handsome guy with very handsome features. His eyes are very beautiful, the only thing that seems to be a fly in the ointment is that the color of his pupils is dark gray, kind of like a blind blind person.
The handsome guy also had wounds on his face, the skin on his forehead was torn, and a little blood flowed out, making him look a little embarrassed.
"Who are you?" The handsome guy spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, like the kind of voice that he hasn't spoken for a long time.
Maybe the handsome guy himself was taken aback by the voice, he frowned and began to bow his head and remain silent again.
Crow suddenly felt that this person might be easy to get along with, so he relaxed and said, "Have you also lost your memory?"
"Amnesia?" The black cat paused, as if thinking, and after a while, he replied: "Maybe, I really can't remember anything."
The man's voice was very low, and the crow couldn't help but lean closer to listen, but before he could take a step closer, the black cat suddenly swung the iron pipe stick in his hand, pointed at the crow, and said with a very stern expression: "Stay away from me. "
The crow's footsteps trembled, so he had no choice but to take another half step back. His face couldn't help being a little stiff. He pulled the corners of his mouth and forced a smile: "Don't be nervous, I won't hurt you, and I won't hurt anyone."
The black cat looked at him and suddenly sneered: "You are so weak, how can you hurt others?"
The crow was even more speechless, as if he was stuck in his throat and could not speak. He originally wanted to calm this person down, but now it seemed that the other party wanted to make him feel better. Of course he felt uncomfortable, but he wanted to escape from this inexplicable train room. There are still unknown puzzles waiting for them ahead. If they don't get along well now, they may have even greater troubles later.
what can we do about it
The crow hesitated for a moment, the opponent's weapon was still aimed at him, but for some reason, the crow suddenly became bold. He reached out to block the black cat's iron stick, approached the opponent actively, and kicked his ass without any gesture Sitting next to the black cat.
On the contrary, this time the black cat did not confront the crow again, and turned to stare at him thoughtfully.
Crow turned his head and reluctantly smiled at the handsome man in front of him, and said softly: "In this world, there are too many ways to hurt others. It is not possible to dominate with power."
The crow didn't know whether the other party listened to what he said. In fact, it didn't matter to the crow whether he listened or not. He just wanted to find a way to lower the other party's vigilance, but he didn't want the black cat to show interest in him for some reason. Leaning closer, the crow got so close that the crow felt that the opponent's nose was about to touch his own.
This sudden action frightened the crow, and he moved back, but the black cat squinted his eyes, and put a hand on his shoulder. His strength was great, and it felt like it was resting on the crow's shoulder. It was very heavy, as if I couldn't move my whole body.
"We knew each other before?" the black cat asked him suddenly. He moved closer to the crow and sniffed, as if he was smelling him.
"Yes... is it? Maybe..." The crow was stiff. The black cat was taller and had a strong masculine aura and smell of blood on it. Because it was relatively close, the crow could still feel the other party's breath spraying. on his own neck.
The crow suddenly felt that maybe the black cat was right, they did know each other before.
But soon, the black cat let go of the crow, and retreated to squat on the sofa. The opened distance suddenly made the crow feel a sense of loss, a wonderful sense of loss. However, the good news is that maybe just like this, the black cat's psychological defense line seems to be lowered a lot, at least the crow doesn't feel his obvious hostility.
Immediately afterwards, the next communication became smoother, and he quickly learned from the black cat that he had just woken up in this carriage, and his memory was completely clear, and there were still people in this carriage. A man in the same situation as him, the one who fought with the black cat...
"Why did you fight?" the crow asked.
The black cat licked its dry lips, and replied, "I don't know. They didn't like each other, so they started fighting."
"For this reason?" Crow felt helpless.
"That's the reason." On the contrary, the black cat took it for granted.