"In the last odd-numbered car, that person died." Crow said vaguely, but he believed that the evil wolf would definitely understand who he was talking about. The crow smiled silently, and his tone was subtle: "When I squatted beside him, I saw his slightly open collar and a cyan tattoo under his collarbone, most of which was blocked by blood and clothes, but I could still see a tattoo. roughly in shape."
What the crow said made the wolf stare at the crow and hesitate for a long time. He looked like he saw a ghost, and he said in an uncertain tone after a long time, "Did you do it on purpose?"
Crow's eyes looked a little cold, and he whispered, "No, I didn't mean to."
The inexplicable conversation between the crow and the wolf ended because the black cat turned off the lights and came back, and sat back next to the crow. Immediately afterwards, the black cat lit the candle in front of him, and the fire in the carriage was much brighter, although the flame was always shaking with the slight shaking of the train.
"We can start." The crow stretched out a finger and put it on the plate in the middle of the Yin-Yang Bagua diagram, and he explained: "This game seems to require everyone to put a finger on the plate Come on, and then one person asks God, and then we can ask questions and let the invited 'God' answer us."
"Stupid game." The wolf expressed his dissatisfaction, but still stretched out his fingers to rest on the small white saucer.
Then the black cat stretched out its fingers very cooperatively, and the three of them put their fingers on the small plate, which was covered with the bottom up. The crow looked at the two people around and saw that they didn't speak, so the crow thought about it and asked: "What should I say, please all the gods to show their spirits?"
The wolf looked impatient: "Then please ask the God of Death to appear! Isn't it written on the damn door that the God of Death will judge?"
I don't know if it was right, but as soon as the evil wolf finished speaking, the three of them felt the small white plate under their fingers tremble almost at the same time. The shaking was very subtle, but the touch of the fingers was so obvious that all three of them were silent for a moment. After a while, the wolf raised his head to look at the crow and asked, "Did any of you move this plate?"
"I didn't use any force." Crow raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a half-smile.
"Me neither." The black cat had a rigid expression on its face.
"Well, it seems that Lord Reaper has appeared." The wolf said while staring at the crow intently: "Then let me ask the first question... Let me think, who killed the owl? who?!"
The plate under the fingers of the three people began to tremble more violently, and then a miraculous thing happened. I don’t know if someone cheated on purpose or pushed the plate secretly, but the plate did move. The Yin-Yang Eight Diagrams diagram on the cloth turned around and then stopped at the first character—
"Can't tell...?" The evil wolf followed the movement of the plate and combined the characters it had stayed on one by one, and finally formed such a simple sentence. The evil wolf laughed mockingly at this: "It seems that even Lord Death can't Tell us who the murderer is?"
"The three of us can each ask a question, but I haven't made up my mind yet, black cat... can you come first?" Said.
The black cat nodded to accept it, and after thinking for a while, lowered its voice and asked, "Where is the key to this car?"
After the black cat's voice fell, the saucer under their fingers began to act on its own again, and answered the black cat's question in an unexpectedly simple and direct way—'on one of you'.
This answer surprised all three of them.
"Whose body?" The black cat unconsciously asked again.
The dish replied - 'can't tell'.
"Okay, let's ask in another way." The crow also showed interest, as if maliciously, he asked a very bad question: "Who will die next among the three of us?"
Dish replied - 'can't tell'.
The crow was silent for a while, then asked again: "Then how can we leave this compartment?"
The saucer wandered around the gossip map for a while, and replied - 'Kill the person who holds the key'
"Which part of the man's body was the key placed?"
Die replied - 'what the heart wants'.
The crow's face was a little dark, and he asked another complicated question: "Are you really the god of death?"
The plate wandered around again for a long, long time this time before giving the answer - 'yes'.
After the dish answered these questions, it never moved again. No matter what questions the three people asked again, the dish would stay motionless in the middle of the Yin-Yang Bagua diagram. The candles on the table also gradually began to flicker, as if the god of death had left.
"It's like saying it and not saying it at all." The wolf pushed the plate and slumped on the sofa, feeling the heat in the air, and he scratched his hair irritably.
It was still dark in the carriage, only the light of the candle was flickering. I don't know if it was because of the intensity of the flames. The crow also felt a little hot. He stood up and said, "I'm going to the toilet and turn on the light by the way."
So the crow left, and this time, only the wolf and the black cat stayed where they were.
The black cat was too silent, usually he could not speak without opening his mouth, and the evil wolf didn't take much notice of him, restlessly rubbing his hands on his chest, the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense.
After a while, the light was turned on, and the crow came back, but he had a few more bottles of mineral water in his hand.
"I got this in the flight attendant's lounge. It hasn't been opened yet. Do you want to try it?" The crow seemed to be very kind, and the mineral water in his hand was indeed unopened. The cat calmly took it and drank it directly, but the wolf didn't believe the crow at all.
The wolf stared at the crow with a bad look for a long time, and said sharply, "Your ability to disguise is really outrageous."
The crow's hand holding the water bottle seemed to tremble, and he glanced at the wolf: "I know you are wary of me."
"Come on! Who are you pretending to show?!" The wolf suddenly began to speak harshly, as if the accumulated anger burst out all at once. He grabbed the cloth on the table and threw it on the ground, taking the small cloth on the cloth with him. The plate also fell down together, making a fragile sound.
"... I didn't pretend." Crow's voice seemed a little erratic, and his whole person was gloomy.
The crow continued: "I just sometimes... don't know what I'm doing... that's all."
"Then are you admitting it?!" The wolf suddenly opened his mouth without knowing what to say. He stared at the crow intently with ferocious eyes, and said cruelly: "Yes, you are the murderer! You are the **** that damned Murderer! You are the one who wants to kill everyone!"
The crow took a deep breath, the wolf's words made his fingertips tremble, the crow forced himself to calm down, and said word by word: "Mr. Wolf, you are too excited, I am not a murderer, and I have never thought of doing it." Kill everyone!"
The wolf was obviously irrational, and even seemed to be talking nonsense, or the oppressive environment in the secret room almost drove him crazy, so he roared there, and directed at the crow: "Stop pretending to be naive! You don't know what to do!" See what you look like? You really think you're putting on a flawless—"
But before the evil wolf finished speaking, the voice stopped abruptly.
Unconsciously, the wolf's mouth overflowed with blood. He felt the pain dully. He looked at the crow in amazement, then lowered his head, and saw the blade piercing his chest. The blade was actually very familiar, it was the sharpening knife used for bloodletting before.
The crow stabbed the blade hard into the wolf's chest again, allowing it to penetrate deeper, into the heart. The crow's expression was a little pale and disgusting, and he approached the wolf, almost putting his hand through the wolf's wound.
The wolf suddenly felt the disturbing suffocation in his chest disappear.
It was as if a hole was opened in his chest, and then the air rushed in one after another, making his suffocation, shortness of breath and pain around his heart all relieved in an instant, an indescribable sense of relief.
But there was something else that he hadn't thought of.
The crow finally drew the knife back, this time his hands were covered with blood, and he gasped slightly. Then the crow stepped sideways and made way, letting the wolf's body, which was naturally paralyzed by the pain, fall to the ground.
The crow, a bird, is known as a symbol of death in some countries.
"I said..." Crow muttered to himself, still holding the blade in his hand, he shook his head slightly: "I don't even know what I'm doing..."
I don't know, I don't know what I'm doing, although sometimes my mind is clear, but my body is out of control.
Malicious and negative thoughts nearly filled his entire brain.
And from the moment he woke up on this train, he felt that his body and will were split into two people, one was imprisoned deep in his heart, kindness or toughness, friendship and justice, all good things Virtue is imprisoned there, and what is left is the unchecked, unleashed beast.
But what did the beast do
The crow didn't know, he knew nothing.
The crow looked down at the evil wolf lying on the ground. The wolf still breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the note was true. All people will recover their memories before they die, but the feeling of recovering their memories is too much. It was miraculous, like a flash of inspiration, and all the things that he couldn't understand at first were fed back to his brain in an instant.
But he was already dying.
The wolf coughed a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood. He reluctantly raised his head to look at the crow, and then at the black cat standing beside him. The black cat was probably frightened, or it didn't know how to deal with it. Such a thing, and he was destined not to attack the crow, so he could only stand there blankly at this moment.
"Captain...don't be led by the nose...if this continues, we are really going to be wiped out." Before dying, the evil wolf unexpectedly said such a sentence inexplicably, and he obviously said it to the black cat of.
The crow didn't have much expression on his face. Seeing that the wolf was still talking, he knelt down and raised the knife in his hand, as if he was going to make up the knife.
The wolf forced a bitter smile, stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm, as if he was talking to someone, and seemed to be muttering to himself: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Alan—I'm really terrible."