But the ticket inspector is like a machine that has been programmed.
Back and forth, he repeatedly asked "do you want to get on the bus" and "please show your ticket" a total of ten times, but he never got a response. shadow.
Nan Zhou looked down at the contract book in his hand, and his eyes fell on the last two lines, thoughtfully.
He had something to ask the flight attendant.
However, when he looked up, he was the only one left on the huge platform.
The flight attendant seemed to have walked into another space out of thin air.
Except for Nan Zhou, who stayed on the platform alone, there was a heart-pounding emptiness around him, and there was no vitality at all.
Nan Zhou hesitated for a moment, then took out a note from the warehouse.
Before entering the game, they each tore off five sticky notes, wrote the real clearance strategy on it, and put it into the first grid of the warehouse to ensure that they could see it as soon as they opened the panel.
"This world is fake, if you voluntarily die, you can pass the customs."
However, when "Nanzhou" shuttled through the sandbox world, Nanzhou was actually trapped in "Nanzhou", and his consciousness was clear, but unfortunately he couldn't speak or move his limbs. Shared vision.
"Nanzhou" has also counted the warehouse items.
Nan Zhou could see clearly that after he officially entered the game, the sticky note with the clearance method evaporated out of thin air, and there was no trace of it in any grid.
When he really cleared the customs, it lay back in the warehouse in good condition.
… It seems that the method of cheating on the spot is not feasible.
Nan Zhou set off and searched the station for a while, but did not find any way out.
This is a waiting station of several hundred square meters. It is unremarkable. Only the four-cornered nail holes on the platform pillars where the station name should have been wedged, and the small scratches that were forcibly pried around the nail holes.
The waist-high snow-white tiles that are uniformly affixed to the station have turned yellow, and the pillars and walls above the tiles are uniformly painted with green paint, and the paint has been mottled and peeled off, and it looks quite a few years old.
Nan Zhou carefully searched the trash cans and other containers in the station that could hide things, but the inside was so clean that not even a piece of paper could be found.
There is also a dusty kiosk specializing in the sale of newspapers and periodicals in the station, but there are heavy locks on the outside, and there are dirty glass all around, which can barely be called transparent on all sides. If you look inside, you can at least make sure that there is no one hiding inside.
If it's not necessary, Nanzhou doesn't want to destroy anything for the time being.
After confirming that there was nothing to investigate at the station, Nan Zhou boarded the No. 1 door of the train and planned to check it out one by one.
There are six trains in total.
At the end of the No. 1 car is the cab, the door is open, and there is no driver inside.
Nanzhou started from the first car and walked all the way to the rear of the car.
The interior of the train is simple. There are two rows of seats in each row. The two rows are opposite to each other. Between the two rows of opposite seats is a one-foot-square plastic table that can be retracted and stored. It is covered with light yellow. , stains of unknown origin.
This kind of interior decoration belongs to the most quaint old-fashioned trains, which are no longer seen.
But these are the freshest things in the eyes of Nan Zhou, who is curious about everything.
The first compartment was fairly clean, but there were two empty plastic water bottles thrown on the ground, and the bottom of the bottle was slightly deformed.
There is also a bowl of open-mouthed spicy convenience fans on the plastic table. Nan Zhou reached out and touched it, and found that the tentacles were cold. I don’t know how long it has been left here. The roots are distinct before being brewed.
Nan Zhou walked straight forward.
At the junction of each carriage is a water heater, a sink, and a toilet that can be shared by men and women.
Nan Zhou touched the iron water heater with his hand, and found that it was so hot that his fingers hurt, so he had to hold his ears and keep walking.
The second compartment is a little more tidy, there are no sundries, it seems to have been cleaned up, but an old-fashioned ballpoint pen has fallen in the corner, and a pennant is also hung on the wall, with the letter "civilized compartment".
A rust nail was nailed to the car board next to the pennant, and a dark blue hard board clip was hung on the nail, and a table was clipped on the clip, and the title was "Departure Record Table".
Nan Zhou just picked up the hard board, and before he could flip it over, he choked on the dust and sneezed.
When he took a closer look, the date on the record sheet was blurred, and the "Number of Crew" column was filled with 4 with a light blue ballpoint pen.
... 4
Is this the same situation as in the [Brain Invasion] world
Are the tin soldiers, swans, and puppets suspended in the sea all records left by players who have failed before
Nan Zhou silently wrote it down in his heart, put the things back where they were, and tried his best not to destroy its original appearance, and walked to the No. 3 carriage.
The No. 3 carriage is more lively, like a group of people relaxing and talking freely. There is an old magazine on the table. There was no time to clean the small table.
After Nan Zhou watched for a while, he continued to walk forward.
The doors connecting 3 and 4 cars are closed.
Pushing away to the junction of the 3rd and 4th carriages, Nanzhou stopped abruptly.
He looked at everything in the fourth compartment, his expression gradually becoming confused.
- It looks like a fierce brawl has taken place here.
The plastic table on the west side was broken, revealing Bai Shengsheng's plastic stubble, which was extremely sharp.
The stubble head was dyed with black and red blood, and the blood had long since dried up. It looked like someone's head or eyes had hit here.
Because, with this tip as the center, the outline of a human-shaped blood was sprayed in large areas around it.
The headrest and pillowcase that had been well placed on the train were also messed up, covered with blood, and a whole curtain was torn down and covered on the ground, with a large amount of blood seeping on it, but the curtain was darker. Blood on it, more like a stain.
Nan Zhou followed suit, stepping through the chaos of the place and arriving at the 5th carriage.
A glass window in the middle of the fifth carriage was broken, and pieces of debris were like a forest of knives, and pieces stood upright sharply.
What is shocking is that half a broken blood palm print is branded on the glass.
… It was as if someone had been thrown out of the window and was still clinging to the window glass. In order to survive, he held the glass for life and let the sharp blade pierce his palm.
Nan Zhou reached out and gestured at the bloody handprint, and found that the handprint was not very big, like a girl's hand.
And from the broken window of the No. 5 car, a lot of blood splattered.
Stepping on the footprints of blood, it extended all the way back and entered the 6th compartment.
Nan Zhou also followed the footprints into the last carriage.
At the end of the carriage, a large pool of blood gathered.
This scene has a strong storytelling.
Nan Zhou could even imagine that a person who was seriously injured in a fight, after throwing another person out of the carriage, his aorta was also cut by the person in desperate situation with his backhand.
He staggered to the last car, leaned against the wall, and welcomed his death in despair.
Nan Zhou was stunned for a long time.
He thought that when he got out of the world in a box, all the games were over.
But this weird train once again gave him a puzzle.
After coming out of the car door of No. 6 carriage with a heart in mind, Nan Zhou was slightly taken aback.
Suddenly, there was a thick fog on the platform.
The mist came from the west, the sky and the earth assimilated into white, the white air was like silk, smooth and uninhibited, and it quickly surged to the side of Nanzhou, like a flowing giant beast, opened its mouth and swallowed Nanzhou into its belly.
Nan Zhou returned to the platform chair where he was originally sitting according to his memory, and re-entered the state of sitting still.
He needs to sort out his thoughts.
… until a series of footsteps stretched all the way from the other side of the platform, calm and powerful.
Ka.
Ka.
The sound of the hard-soled leather shoes hitting the ground was unusually clear, and it came slowly in the white mist, which was quite strange.
Nan Zhou listened carefully at first, but after identifying the identity of the visitor, he quickly dispelled the excitement in his heart and just sat still.
- The second clearer appeared.
… Yuan Mingqing held the ticket and the contract until he walked to Nanzhou’s side, only to realize that a person was sitting in the fog. In an instant, they twisted and twisted several degrees, and there was a loud sound.
Nan Zhou had no expression and looked up at him.
After seeing the face in the fog, Yuan Mingqing, who was protecting the sword in front of him, breathed a sigh of relief: "Scare me."
Yuan Mingqing was in a good mood, and even dared to sit side by side with Nan Zhou.
Not long after Yuan, Ming and Qing were seated, the zombie-like flight attendant appeared out of nowhere, and asked ten times if he wanted to get on the bus.
Nan Zhou looked to one side of the clock, which was only a phantom in the mist.
I don't know if it was deliberate or not, but the clock on the station was designed to be extremely large, with thick and distinct hour and minute hands. It could be seen that a full hour had passed since I first arrived at the station.
Yuan, Ming and Qing apparently also found that the performance of this NPC is regular, and asked aloud: "How often do you come?"
This question is within the range of the npc's answer: "Hello. 6 hours to 3 hours before the departure, I will remind you every 1 hour; 3 hours before the departure to half an hour before the departure, I will come every half hour. Remind you once; I will come to remind you every 5 minutes until the official departure half an hour before the departure."
Yuan, Ming and Qing smiled and didn't believe it.
Time is something that is still in your own hands.
After Yuan Ming and Qing asked questions, Nan Zhou also asked the question he had not had time to ask just now: "When is the next bus coming?"
But after answering the questions from Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, the NPC stopped answering and turned silently and plunged into the mist.
Nan Zhou reached out to grab him, but only caught a handful of fog that spread from his fingers.
He parted the fog and chased after a few steps, but the flight attendant seemed to melt into the fog alive and disappeared completely.
After two questions before and after, Nan Zhou can basically confirm that this NPC has limited functions and can only answer one question at a time.
Last time it answered the departure time, this time it answered the chime frequency.
Nan Zhou sat back where he was and said to himself, "Ask again next time."
Yuan Mingqing passed the final difficulty alone. At this time, he was in a good mood and was eager to share. Even if he was surrounded by someone he didn't like very much, he didn't care much: "What did you encounter?"
Nan Zhou didn't want to tell the story of "Nan Zhou" and {Jiang Fang} with unrelated people, and said vaguely: "The situation on my side is very complicated. What is your game?"
Yuan Mingqing: "My side is an fps game."
Nan Zhou: "... fps?"
Yuan, Ming and Qing tried to explain with logic that Nan Zhou could understand: "csgo, cross the line of fire... eat chicken?"
Nan Zhou was still looking at him.
Yuan Mingqing took a deep breath.
... He and Nan Zhou are two dimensions worse, and it is more troublesome to explain.
"It's almost like the 99ers in the Colosseum 'Old City State'," he said.
Nan Zhou nodded: "Oh." He understood.
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties: "..."
... Nan Zhou's reaction made him a 22% discount for sharing the joy of success.
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