When the crow woke up, his head hurt very much, as if he had experienced a tormenting war, as if he had passed through countless battlefields. He felt as if he remembered something, such as dreaming about what happened before in his sleep, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember anything, and when he woke up, he heard a roar: "Who kill him!?"
The crow trembled all over, and immediately stood up, instinctively looked towards the owl, and couldn't help but widen its eyes in horror!
The owl is dead.
It seems a bit inappropriate to say 'dead', but the crow didn't know how to describe it. The owl just sat there, he sat in the seat where he was sitting. He was still holding the music box in his hand, and the music box was still playing beautiful and melodious music, but the box was stained with a lot of blood. The blood dripped from the owl's lowered head. On the box in his hand.
"What happened?" The crow walked over in disbelief, then he squatted at the owl's feet and looked up at him.
The owl's eyes were cut off, that is, his eyes were cut off with a knife, and a slit was cut from the corner of both eyes to the bridge of the nose in the middle, and thick blood flowed from his eyes all over his face.
But this is not a fatal injury, the most fatal is the wound on the owl's neck, where the bone can be seen deep, it is horrible. Blood also began to flow from his neck all over his body. The owl's blood looked very dark red and viscous, not like fresh blood, and the amount of bleeding was not much. Normally speaking, people whose throats were cut to death, The blood will definitely splatter everywhere, and the blood pressure in the aorta in the neck will make the blood rush like a fountain.
But these are not really important, the important thing is, who did this kind of thing to the owl? Who 'killed' him? !
The first thing the crow thought of was the evil wolf. With trembling fingertips, he turned his head and stared at the evil wolf: "Why did he become like this?!"
"How do I know?" The wolf is rare without all kinds of taunts or grinning, his face is a little pale, which is rare, the wolf looks terrible, he hangs his head, his long hair is disheveled, and his breathing is short , he said: "This guy was like this when I woke up."
"Stop making excuses! You are the most likely to do this kind of thing among us!" The crow also became agitated rarely, and he couldn't help but grab one of the owl's arms, the owl's exposed skin The coldness made the crow's heart go cold, and he continued to stare back at the wolf angrily.
He said: "You and the owl have been arguing, and the conflict between the two of you has been escalating. You wanted to kill him early on, didn't you?!"
"I didn't kill him!" The wolf denied it, and seemed to be a little angry. He began to roar at the crow: "I will definitely confess who I killed! But I will never use trumped-up charges on myself!"
"Then who here would want to kill the owl, and who has a reason to kill him?!" The crow was extremely flustered, as if once the owl died, he lost the reason to support himself to persevere. Even the crow once doubted the owl, but he also inexplicably believes that on this inexplicable train, only the owl is trustworthy.
"You have to understand! There are three of us here!" The evil wolf took a deep breath to adjust his breathing rate, glanced at the crow and then at the black cat.
The wolf said this: "The owl was killed before we woke up. That is, after the owl stopped the music, the three of us started searching the car separately. At that time, I was outside the crew lounge and toilet. In the aisle, I saw a crow... You passed out and fell on the sofa, and then I fell asleep, and the only one who woke up after that was probably the black cat! You have to ask him what happened, and then ask me Is it the murderer! OK?"
"I don't know." Hearing what the wolf said, the black cat also spoke in a hoarse voice: "Shortly after you all fell asleep, I started to lose consciousness. At that time, I saw the owl and he was still normal."
"I don't understand!" The crow wanted to scream, he held the owl's hand tightly, and the owl's blood flowed down the arm into the crow's fingers: "The three of us are alive here, you can all deny it I didn’t do it myself! Could there be another person in this carriage out of thin air?”
"Come on! Why can you accuse me without any pressure?" The wolf started to mock again, sneering at the crow: "I can also suspect that you did such a thing, think about it, you can easily and happily pretend Be the first one of us to pass out, and then lie there leisurely until I and everyone else fall asleep, then get up and fuck the owl... "
Before the wolf could finish his sentence, the crow suddenly stood up! He was furious! He casually took out the music box that was still playing music from the palm of the owl's hand, and threw it at the wolf.
The wolf couldn't react in time, and stretched out his hand to slap the music box that was thrown at him. The music box was slapped to the ground by the wolf's slap.
The wonderful violin music came to an abrupt end.
"Grass!" The wolf stared at the crow angrily: "I see, you are trying to kill us all!"
"Then go to hell with me! You despicable and shameless bastard!" The crow lost his senses a long time ago. He reached out and grabbed a glass drink bottle on the table and threw it at the wolf's head. The wolf turned sideways Dodging, just about to resist, the black cat over there suddenly squatted down and picked up something from the broken parts of the music box.
"Don't hit it, I found the key." The black cat said.
But in such a chaotic time, even the surprise of finding the key obviously couldn't stop the crow and the wolf from fighting. The death of the owl made the crow irrational with grief and anger. Perhaps since the death of the double-headed snake before, he began to accumulate negative emotions of one kind or another, and the spearhead of these contradictions obviously pointed to the wolf.
The crow decided that it was the wolf who killed the man.
But the wolf looked puzzled and a little wronged, because he thought he had done nothing.
The black cat stood watching them fight, still holding the key in his hand, his eyes were a little dark, as if he could penetrate into the depths of the darkness. The black cat's expression has always been very small, and his emotions and eyes rarely fluctuate, but this does not mean that he does not understand anything, nor does it mean that he will simply obey orders.
However, the targeted wolf was not reconciled at all, and began to fight back vigorously at the crow. The two were fighting while scolding, and the wolf was restrained at first, because the crow never participated in the fight, so he always felt that the crow was a little weak, so he didn't dare to use heavy hands to kill the person, but the fight continued In the end, he was always unable to restrain himself, and he really started to lose sight of his fists and feet.
Ever since he woke up and found that the owl was dead, the wolf always felt a tight pain in his chest, that kind of feeling is not uncomfortable but it never gets better, which makes the wolf very irritable, especially at this time. The crow that came to the door made him even more upset. When he hit the crow's stomach with a fist, he felt his eyes were bloodshot.
If no one stopped the fight, maybe one of them would really beat the other to death. Either you die or I die.
But it was the black cat that stopped the fight in the end. He cut across the air, grabbed the arm of the currently dominant wolf, and then gave him a kick, forcing the wolf's feet to fly into the air, and lay face down on the ground like this.
Then the black cat grabbed the crow by the neck again, and pressed him on the soft cushion of the sofa.
"Calm down... the music has stopped now, we have to open the door." The black cat's tone was very gentle, although there was no expression on his face.
The crow didn't speak, panting in embarrassment, but his body slowly relaxed. He closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands.
"Why can you all not care at all?" Crow's tone was crying, and he asked sadly in a low voice: "Although I don't have any memory, I think you are all important people to me before I lose my memory."
"But none of you will be sad—is it just because you have no memory that you are a stranger?"
"They're all dead..." Crow really cried as he said that, he still covered his face, the tears came out from between his fingers, mixed with some blood on his fingers, and turned into glaring blood. Gritting his teeth to stop his sobs, he curled up on the sofa, burying his face in the rough sofa cushions.
"I'm not reconciled—" the crow hoarsely voiced, like the mournful cry of some small animal before it died.
The black cat sat beside the crow, looked down at him, and stroked the crow's soft black hair with its hands.
"Don't be afraid, nothing will happen." He comforted him with an unusually gentle voice, which was unbelievable.
The door of carriage No. 7 was finally opened by the black cat, and now there are only three people left in the team of five, turning into a fragile group on the verge of collapse. Before leaving, the crow went back to the owl to see him, and now the owl would not move anymore, so he sat on the sofa in that position, and the crow touched his cold hand.
"You should know what happened, don't you?" the crow crouched beside the owl and asked him in a low voice.
The owl was motionless, the blood on his body stopped flowing and began to dry up.
"You're not dead yet, I know..." said the crow, "or you were dead in the first place, though that's miraculous."
"I think you can hear me—" the crow said sadly, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
The black cat over there has opened the door and called the crow's name.
The crow looked back at the black cat, and then at the owl.
"Sorry—" he repeated his apology.
"I have to leave you here."
Then the crow stood up and walked towards the connecting door of the No. 7 car. Now, they had to set off for the No. 6 car.