Standing in the No. 6 carriage, the moment the door closed, Crow couldn't help but look back.
The owl who stayed there sat obediently, with his head bowed, his bangs covering most of his face. But vaguely, the crow seemed to see the black stud on the owl's ear shining with a strange light.
The light was inconspicuous, only for a moment.
Then the door was closed, and the owl was forever isolated behind a door, and in a trance, the crow had a terrible feeling—this is farewell.
Probably because the crow's mood was too low, the black cat actually became very concerned about him, stretched out his hand to hold the crow's hand, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand, but the crow didn't realize it, and was dragged away by him.
The wolf at the front didn't notice the small movements of the crow and the black cat, or in other words, even if he did, he didn't care. He kept clutching his chest in discomfort, he felt very suffocated, his chest felt like he couldn't catch his breath, it was so stuffy there that he couldn't get up or down.
This happened after the death of the owl in carriage 7.
Strange, why is this happening? It's just that an insignificant guy died, and it's hard to say whether that guy is alive or not.
But it's so uncomfortable.
The wolf trembled, probably because of the weird suffocation in his chest, he also began to feel hot, and cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead. The feeling of suffocation was lingering, and it almost made his brain start to suffer from lack of oxygen. Halfway through his walk, he held onto the cushion of the sofa seat next to him, and then turned his head and said to the crow and the black cat, "I'm going to the toilet. .”
After the wolf finished speaking, he didn't care how the crow and the others reacted, and stumbled into the toilet in the No. 6 car with a pale face. As soon as he entered, he closed the door, turned on the faucet of the sink, and began to wash his face with water indiscriminately. His hair was a bit long and scattered in a mess, but the wolf didn't care anymore.
A mirror was hung on the wall above the sink, and the wolf raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror.
ugly. That half of the disfigured face seemed to be possessed by some terrible devil, so the ferocious cheek of the devil appeared on the half of the wolf's face, occupying something important in his heart, devouring him bit by bit Fall, until he himself begins to change beyond recognition.
The wolf couldn't help stroking his long hair, and covered the ugly face with his hair.
He hated his own face... no no no! It should be said that he hated himself as a whole.
He obviously has no memory, but this kind of loathing and loathing also surrounds the wolf's heart, like a thorn clinging to his heart, untouchable and suffocatingly painful.
In the No. 6 car, the evil wolf has been squatting in the toilet for a long time and will not come out. The black cat and the crow are not idle either. They squat in front of the connecting door of No. 6 car and start to check the message on the door. It reads: [ Birds with broken wings cannot fly][Like a walking dead]
[The murderer who killed that wolf also came here]
[And put the bird with broken wings in the suitcase]
Car No. 6 is an even-numbered car, so it is very clean without any messy garbage, snacks, or inexplicable passengers' luggage or other carry-on items. So the only suitcase in this compartment is very conspicuous. It is placed somewhere on the luggage rack, a very large black suitcase.
This suitcase looked very familiar, at least the crow looked very familiar. When the black cat easily moved the suitcase off the shelf, he suddenly remembered that he had indeed seen this suitcase—in his In the car that just woke up, in car No. 13! The box with the body in it!
It was exactly the same as the suitcase in front of me.
The black cat calmly opened the suitcase. It was such a big box, but there was only a small, tiny... owl's corpse inside! It was a real, black owl with drooping wings that looked like they had been broken off, but that wasn't the main cause of death.
The owl had its eyes and neck cut open.
There is also a small key in the owl's beak, which seems to be the key to the No. 6 car.
The crow couldn't help covering his mouth suddenly. He felt sick, his stomach was rolling, but he couldn't vomit anything. He was so uncomfortable that he had to squat down.
"Are you okay?" The black cat asked him worriedly as he became more talkative.
"Those animal corpses... those corpses..." the crow said tremblingly, "it is a metaphor for our death."
The black cat looked at the poor little owl in the suitcase, nodded involuntarily, and said, "It seems, indeed."
The two were silent for a while, the black cat didn't talk much, and the crow was not in the mood to say anything at the moment, and after a while the crow reluctantly raised his head and said to the black cat: "I'll go and open the door, and you call the wolf out, okay?" ?"
The black cat looked at the crow for a long time before answering: "Okay."
Car No. 6 is easy to get through once, but car No. 5 is not so easy. Now the crow is a little scared. He feels that these cars are like the mouths of hungry beasts. in.
He was full of fear, but had to move on.
Now only the crow, the black cat and the wolf are left. The crow knew that one of the three was definitely the one who killed the owl. At first I thought it was a wolf, but now I feel that the black cat who has been silent all the time looks very suspicious.
No, no, there's something else I haven't found.
Somewhere in the crow's heart, he felt uneasy, he couldn't even believe what he saw and judged, just like what was written on the note - don't trust anyone, including himself.
The crow entered the No. 5 car with fear and intolerance. It was as dirty and messy as all the odd-numbered cars. The only thing that seemed a little different was that there was a clock hanging on the wall of the No. 5 car.
This clock does not have a second hand, only a minute hand and an hour hand. The hour hand is exactly in the middle of the two numbers 4 to 5, and the minute hand is at the position of 6, showing that the current time is 4:30 pm.
"We still have an hour and a half, the remaining time on this train." The crow stared at the clock for a long time and said.
"How do you know?" The wolf asked weakly.
The crow's voice didn't fluctuate at all, like a rigid recitation: "If we count from twelve o'clock... we can only stay on this train for six hours at most, from twelve o'clock to one o'clock is an hour, and from one o'clock to Two hours is two hours, two to three is three hours, three to four is four hours, four to five is five hours, five to six is... six hours."
"In this way, it is indeed only an hour and a half." The wolf thought for a while: "But we are still in the No. 5 carriage, and there are at least two odd-numbered carriages ahead. From this point of view, there is not enough time."
"Then don't waste time, let's make a quick decision."
The three of them quickly came to the connecting door of the No. 5 car, and began to check the message on the door, only to see this written on the door: [There are only three people in the No. 5 car] [It’s terrible, the murderer is still between you between]
[But time is running out]
[Let the god of death judge!]
"What do you mean? This is even more inexplicable." After reading the magical message on the door, the evil wolf and the others all looked half-understood, and the crow shook his head feebly, saying: "So, It would be better for us to search this compartment."
Fortunately, the search for the car has become familiar, and everyone quickly found some valuable things from this messy car, but...these valuable things...seemed a little scary at the moment.
What the black cat found was a large piece of cloth. A circular half-black half-hundred Yin-Yang gossip was drawn in the middle of the cloth, and around the gossip, numbers, letters, and all kinds of gossip were neatly written. Commonly used Chinese characters and so on.
"There's this next to the cloth—" said the wolf, and took out a small white saucer.
The crow understood the two things it found, and asked tentatively, "Is this... Die Immortal?"
"It seems to be, the props that will be used to play Die Xian." Bad Wolf said.
"We found it on a table with water glasses and stuff on it and candles, and it looked like someone had sat there before and played the game."
"Is there nothing else besides these?" Crow stared at the patch and asked with lingering fear.
"It doesn't appear to be. There is only garbage in this damn car." The wolf's mental state is not very good, but this also makes him appear to have no attack power, so he answered honestly.
But the crow became anxious, he gritted his teeth, thought of the message on the door, and could only sigh and say: "It seems that we have to play this interesting game."
"Come on! I don't think it's funny at all, it's terrible." Bad Wolf felt terrible, and he rubbed his chest irritably, the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger.
The three people have their own concerns, but the escape from the secret room still has to continue, and there is not much time left for them. As long as they want to leave this inexplicable train, they cannot stop their footsteps.
So they sat there again in the places left by those who played Die Xian before, and spread the cloth full of various characters on it again, and put the small white dish in the middle of the black and white gossip s position.
"Has any of you played this game?" Crow frowned and asked, "I mean, what kind of preparation does it need?"
The wolf propped his chin with one hand, and became even more weak: "I only heard that the lights should be turned off and candles should be lit. In short, it creates an atmosphere that scares people to death."
"I'm going to turn off the lights." The black cat took the initiative and stood up to find the light switch.
So only the crow and the wolf were left sitting face to face.
The crow took out a lighter and relit the unburned candles. During this period, he couldn't help observing the wolf sitting opposite him. The face of the wolf looked a little hideous under the dim light of the candles, although he Looking lazy, there is no vitality at all.
"Your complexion doesn't look very good, what's wrong with you?" Crow asked him suddenly.
The wolf raised his eyelids to glance at him, and sneered, "Are you caring about me? That's interesting."
The crow squinted his eyes and looked down at the lit candle in his hand. The flame moved slightly, reflecting the pale palm of the crow. He said: "I just want to tell you something."
"What's the matter?" The wolf was absent-minded.
"I found a strange pattern on your arm... uh, like a tattoo or something."
The wolf seemed to have finally attracted his attention and glanced at the crow. There is indeed a tattoo of a flower on the arm of the evil wolf. It is a flower called "Love Flower", which is tattooed on the inside of the left arm of the evil wolf. The evil wolf does not have much impression of this tattoo. After all, the memory is gone. How can I know myself? When did you get a tattoo? But the crow will know, maybe it rolled up its sleeves unintentionally for others to see.
But the wolf still asked thoughtfully: "So what? I'm not allowed to get a tattoo?"
"That's not what it means..." The crow lowered his head slightly. He surrounded the small candle on the table with his hands. The candle flame was dancing between his hands. The crow had a strange expression on his face. Smiling, he said, "I've seen this tattoo on other people too...exactly the same."
The wolf's eyes widened suddenly, and he raised his head to stare at the crow tightly, and asked in a low tone, "Who is on whose body?"
At this moment, the lights in the entire carriage were turned off, and the darkness suddenly descended, only the candle flames danced on the table of the crow.