Li Yinhang's scalp suddenly went numb, and he looked down at the contract in his hand.
“…a reward ticket, valid for 6 hours…”
“…please board this one-of-a-kind one-way train before your ticket expires…”
After realizing the key point, she creased the paper edge of the contract.
If there is really "no next bus", the content of this contract is nothing more than a word game played by the high-dimensional people!
Nanji Xing clearly noticed the change in her mood, got out from under the chair, turned into a human figure, squatted beside the chair, and probed to read the contents of the contract.
His perception of anything is more intuitionistic, and he only feels bad about everything happening in front of him in general, but it is difficult to describe this feeling in words.
He asked Li Yinhang: "What's wrong?"
Li Yinhang couldn't hide his anger: "—We've been plotting against us from the very beginning!"
Seeing that Nanji Xing was still puzzled, she picked up a pen and paper, and angrily drew two parallel horizontal lines of the same length in the center of the notebook.
"The above is the time of the game world, which is the ab line." Li Yinhang marked the code on the left and right of the two line segments with the tip of the pen. "The following is the station time, which is also the real time, and the cd line. The time flow of the two places is synchronized."
Saying that, she drew a few more strokes on the b and d points that were flush up and down: "This point is the time when Teacher Nan ends the game and arrives at the station."
Antarctica nodded.
He can understand this.
According to the simple information exchanged between Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties and Li Yinhang, Nanzhou's game time is 12 hours.
He was stuck before the time limit expired, achieved "voluntary death" in the copy, and returned to the station first.
Next is the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Li Yinhang extended from point d, made a section of the cd line below, and marked two points on the extra line.
She pointed to a point relatively close to Nanzhou and said, "This is the point where Yuan, Ming and Qing came back. His game time is nearly 13 hours."
Nanji Xing understood and pointed to the next point: "Then here is us."
Li Yinhang nodded: "Yes, nearly 14 hours."
"This is consistent with our clearance time in the dungeon, and it can be disproved that the time flow rate of the game world and the station world is the same."
Nanji Xing suddenly realized: "... ah."
Li Yinhang: "The eccentric said just now that there is no next train. No matter how many hours are left in the valid time of the tickets in our hand, this is the only train we can take. We can only get the tickets from Teacher Nan for the departure time. Time is the benchmark to start counting."
"...So, do you remember, how long is Teacher Nan's game time?"
Nanji Xing suddenly realized that what followed was full of icy coldness.
Up to now, only Nanzhou's game is 12 hours.
... and Li Yinhang and Yuan, Ming and Qing's game time are a full 24 hours.
Nanjixing couldn't help but wonder, what if they spent a few more hours arguing in the ranch
What if Li Yinhang's choice of suicide attack was made a few hours later
… Or, if the customs clearance time of Nanzhou is a few hours in the morning
Will they still be able to catch the train that is leaving the tragedy
Or will he be trapped in this station with no exit and dense fog for the rest of his life because of the "delay"
Li Yinhang lowered his head and looked at the sketch map on the paper with worry.
She was in the void where the cd line had not yet extended, and the void fell a little.
After confirming that the high-dimensional people deliberately made the time difference and information difference, she had to worry.
There are still 4 hours left before departure.
But Jiang Fang and Chen Sufeng have not returned.
Can they make it back
Nanji Xing also thought of the same thing as she, grabbing the corner of Li Yinhang's clothes, frowning to express his unease.
Li Yinhang touched his beautiful blonde hair with his backhand and looked up at Nan Zhou.
Nan Zhou nodded to her and affirmed her judgment.
Li Yinhang: "Mr. Nan, is there anything to add?"
"One more person needs to come back." Nan Zhou did not continue to analyze, "The current information is insufficient."
Yuan Mingqing on the side heard the words and chuckled lightly.
… Nan Zhou, are you such a person
All three have returned, are the samples and intelligence still insufficient
You're just reluctant to leave someone behind, right
He is very clear that he and "Cube Ark" are only a temporary cooperative relationship.
He has stepped on the threshold of success compared to those who have yet to return.
If anyone else misses the bus because of wasting time in the dungeon, it's a matter of their personal abilities, and he doesn't care.
If Nan Zhou wanted to stay and accompany some trash who didn't catch the car, he didn't care.
The Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties at this moment were more concerned about another matter.
He looked at Nan Zhou: "What the hell is on the train?"
Surprisingly, Nan Zhou, who has always been very knowledgeable about sharing information, shook his head.
Yuan Mingqing frowned: "...What do you mean?"
Nan Zhou's answer was vague: "...I have to think about it again."
Yuan Mingqing raised one eyebrow, and when the questioning was about to come out, he looked away in time, but did not ask his thoughts.
- You don't intend to hide some information from me because Jiang Fang hasn't come back yet, and you want to tell me to throw the rat
But he knew that this was not the right time to ask.
Antarctica is Nanzhou's pet.
Li Yinhang completely trusted everything Nan Zhou said.
Even if he questioned, in the face of the two and a half people who were closely united, his questioning would not be accepted, but would put him in an awkward situation of isolation.
Therefore, Yuan Mingqing hoped that the next person to come back from the copy would be Chen Sufeng.
At least, this is a person who has personal desires, desires and ideas, and will not be swayed by the so-called friendship and affection of the "building ark".
Because no one spoke, the atmosphere in the station fell into a subtle suffocation.
"I'll go get something to eat." Li Yinhang tried to break the rigid atmosphere, "When the stomach is full, people's mood will be better."
Nan Zhou obediently took out an apple and bit it with a click.
Seeing that he showed "I don't need it" with practical actions, Li Yinhang stood up and walked towards the train.
Antarctica naturally followed.
When Li Yinhang took two steps away, Nan Zhou suddenly said to her, "Lend me three pieces of paper."
Li Yinhang inserted the pen into the cover and handed the entire book to him.
Nan Zhou said, "No. I only need three pieces of paper."
Li Yinhang did as he was told, spread out his notebook, and tore off three pieces of paper, and handed it to Nan Zhou.
While the two of them held both ends of the torn paper, Nan Zhou made a somewhat strange request to her: "Get up from the No. 1 carriage."
... Yuan Mingqing couldn't hold back, and raised his eyebrows again.
Li Yinhang was stunned for a while, then nodded decisively: "Well, good."
Following Li Yinhang into the carriage, the South Pole Star, after the probe confirmed that there was no one in the open cab, asked curiously, "Why does it have to be the No. 1 carriage?"
Li Yinhang said cheerfully: "Who knows. Come up and take a look."
After saying that, she scrutinized the No. 1 carriage with a scrutinizing gaze.
Because the windows were not opened for ventilation, the air in the car was suffocating. From the point of view of Chen Gou on the table and chair cushions, it couldn't be said to be clean, it could only be regarded as free of debris.
She rummaged through Car 1 and found nothing of value.
Nanji Xing didn't want to let Li Yinhang be alone. He stood at the connection between No. 1 and No. 2 carriages, looked into the distance, and twitched his nose lightly.
Li Yinhang wanted to rely on his excellent sense of smell: "How is it, do you smell anything?"
Nanji Xing shook his head: "No."
He asked Li Yinhang, "Is there really a problem with this car?"
Li Yinhang: "I don't know. But we can try it first."
Having said that, Li Yinhang took out a bowl of unopened convenience fans from the warehouse.
This is the convenience food she buys with points in the store before entering the dungeon.
She hoarded a lot of these cheap drinking water, because she was afraid that they would starve and thirst when they encountered a long-term wild survival copy.
She tore open the package, put the seasonings one by one, pulled the table board anywhere in the No. 1 carriage, and put the paper bowl on it.
She took out two more bottles of water.
The water is naturally cold and cannot open the fans.
Li Yinhang looked around, walked to the iron sheet water heater, put his finger up, tested the temperature, then placed two bottles of mineral water just taken out of the warehouse against the iron sheet, and heated the water with the temperature of the water heater. .
Nanji Xing was a little confused: "Isn't there hot water here?"
"I don't dare to use the things here." Li Yinhang said, "It's a bit of a waste to bring a bottle to heat, but at least it's safe, so I can't care about that much."
Besides, her main purpose is not to eat.
She wanted to leave as many traces as possible in the car to confirm whether the environment in the car would change if she left the car and came back.
… Nan Zhou's subtle attitude made people have to worry about this.
She left the paper bowls and mineral water in Car 1 and ventured forward cautiously.
When she pushed open the hidden door of No. 6 carriage and looked in, the tense muscles in her shoulders could not help loosening.
... nothing.
When she breathed a sigh of relief, a smiling question came from behind her: "How is it?"
Li Yinhang was startled and turned back.
Yuan Mingqing folded his arms and was separated from her by an entire carriage. He leaned against the door of carriages No. 4 and 5, and looked at her with a smile on his head.
Nanji Xing had already noticed Yuan Mingqing's movements, but because he was just following him not far or near, and Li Yinhang was concentrating on his exploration, he was afraid of scaring her, so he kept watching him vigilantly without making a sound.
Li Yin patted his chest from the air and quickly calmed down the panic.
Yuan Mingqing raised his hands to prove that he was not malicious: "I think, maybe different people come up and can see a different world."
He looked at Li Yinhang's eyes with a little deep meaning, trying to see if she was lying from her momentary expression: "... How is it? Is the world that Miss Li sees the same as I see?"
But he was obviously overthinking it.
Li Yinhang would never lie.
What's more, the carriage she saw was originally peaceful.
Li Yinhang didn't know Yuan Mingqing very well, so he just smiled at him, turned back to the No. 1 carriage, and confirmed that the fans on the table had not changed, and the water was still heated by the water heater, and the bottle was a little soft, so he Straight out of the car.
Yuan, Ming and Qing followed Li Yinhang and got off the train.
He was still worried that Nan Zhou and Li Yinhang were on the same page and exchanged information without telling him.
They've come this far, and he's not willing to risk a little bit of concealment.
Who would have thought that after hearing Li Yinhang say that everything in the carriage was normal, Nan Zhou just said "um" expressionlessly, and there was no more text.
Yuan Mingqing was looking forward to Li Yinhang's investigation, but who thought that she was not at all curious, so she honestly shut up, so that he could not ask.
…they started a long, 4-hour wait.
The feeling of waiting is the most boring, especially in the thick fog, as if the flow of time is also blocked.
Worst of all, the fog thickened over time.
The overly viscous mist poured into the lungs, causing the lungs to shrunk, giving the illusion that the transparent and moist mycelium was entangled and growing in the chest.
Li Yinhang couldn't stand such an environment and went to the train early.
Although the windows of the train are closed and the air is not ventilated, at least there will be no such poor breathing, and every breath is like being immersed in water.
Yuan Mingqing's body is also a human structure. He persisted by Nan Zhou's side for a while, trying to exchange information with Nan Zhou, but was forced back by Nan Zhou's words "I'm still thinking", the long silence, and the bad air outside. car.
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties and Li Yinhang sat in the No. 3 carriage.
Li Yinhang had nothing to do, poured the melon seeds on the small table, and ate them with Nanji Xing.
Sunflower seeds are one of Nanxing's favorite foods.
Seeing Nanji Xing smashing melon seeds seriously with his beautiful and serious face, Li Yinhang's nervous mood really relaxed a lot.
In contrast, Yuan, Ming and Qing were still tense and unwilling to relax for a moment.
He leaned against the half-open door of No. 3 compartment and slanted at Nanzhou, who was sitting outside the window with only half a shadow left.
Even with his excellent eyesight, he couldn't judge what Nan Zhou was doing at this time.
He whispered to Li Yinhang behind him: "What do you think he is thinking?"
Li Yinhang: "I don't know. All I know is to wait for Brother Fang and the others to come back."
As she said that, she turned her face, but saw a pile of clean melon seeds, piled up like little sparrows' tongues, and placed them in front of her.
… Nanji star knocking melon seeds is really fast and good.
She froze for a moment, smiled and touched Nanji Xing's forehead, embarrassed to touch him, quickly lowered her head, and continued nibbling on melon seeds with a cold face.
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties: "..." He is redundant.
Nan Zhou was in the thick fog, put the paper Li Yinhang gave him on his knees, and quickly drew.
He couldn't see the content on the paper, and he sketched the picture in his heart on the paper almost by feeling.
During this period, the flight attendant whose face seemed to be carved from wood came to him again and asked him if he wanted to board the car.
This means that 3 hours have passed.
Nan Zhou asked him who would drive the car later.
His answer was also simple: "It's me."
Next, he really increased the frequency of reminding him to get on the bus, coming every half hour.
There are still two and a half hours left before the departure.
To be more precise, 2 hours and 15 minutes.
During this period, Nan Zhou kept tracing something on the paper.
Suddenly, his strokes froze.
From the depths of the fog, there was a soft, human gasp.
"Ha ha-"
Nan Zhou grabbed the pen with all his strength.
... is Chen Sufeng's voice.
… not Brother Fang.