The cold touch slid from Yan Wei's neck to Yan Wei's cheek again.
The rain was wrapped in the cool wind and kept blowing in, but Yan Wei felt that the whole body was cold, which was different from the cold wind. The coolness stopped at his side, and he seemed to be standing in a place exuding ice cold. in front of the funeral cabinet. It was clear that there was nothing in front of them, and the carriage with the door always open stood quietly in front of them.
The rest of the people had different reactions one after another.
Like Xu Miaomiao and Yan Wei, they more or less felt the invisible fear.
Yan Wei raised his hand, moved his fingers slightly, and finally put his hand down. Body data and perception? Can't? Use it directly, it's better not to act rashly first.
The cold touch went up from the place where his chin and cheek met, accompanied by the low temperature, seemed to go up, and finally stopped at the corner of his eyes.
Yan Wei felt a damp stickiness.
Yan Mingguang looked at him, frowned the next moment and took out a tissue. Lin Qing also looked down, and said, "Yan Wei, your face."
Yan Wei raised his eyebrows, but didn't? He took out the mirror. He didn't seem to care about what his face looked like now. He just raised his hand and touched the place with his fingertips just now, and he also felt sticky. He held it in front of his eyes—it was bright red blood.
little tricks.
But Yan Wei suddenly became obsessed with cleanliness? His slightly smiling face froze in an instant. He couldn't wait for Yan Mingguang to wipe it for him, so he grabbed the tissue and wiped it vigorously on his cheek? How many times?. At the end? Not enough, Yan Wei took out a wet towel and wiped it several times.
Yan Wei this time? Delayed? After a while, the rest of the players walked cautiously into the carriage. How much did they pay attention to? Yan Wei, a "fresh face", now? Looking at his appearance? On the contrary, they are less curious.
People like Zhao Jingchen, who have seen Yan Wei's performance on the forty-ninth floor, in their minds? Although they have an idea of who Yan Wei is, they also don't care too much.
In their eyes, no matter how powerful and potential they are, that's just a player on the forty-ninth floor, and it's very likely to drag down teammates on the eighty-ninth floor. Looking at him, it would be better to look at Yan Mingguang, who is in the limelight recently, or Lin Qing, who has already experienced the eighty-nine floor several times and is ruthless.
Have you reached this number of floors? No one talks nonsense, each of you has a bad intention to look at it, and then go in one after another.
After Yan Wei finished wiping his face, only Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao were left.
Ding Xiao has not moved.
Xu Miaomiao was brought out by Ding Xiao, and Ding Xiao didn't move, so she didn't move either. Seeing that Ding Xiao had been staring at Yan Wei and the others, she said that she had just greeted Yan Wei to make Ding Xiao pay attention, and whispered: "Sister Ding, you haven't paid attention to the world inside the building for a long time, maybe? You haven't seen them. "Yan Wei is the last Xuanniao player who cooperated with me more than half a year ago. No one in Venus can come in this time, thanks to them."
The three of Yan Wei didn't seem to be there? As if they heard Xu Miaomiao's words, they also followed the others into the carriage.
Ding Xiao's eyes turned, the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes like peach petals swayed in an incompatible affinity with the eerie and treacherous in the copy.
She just said, "Go in."
There was a gust of wind blowing on the platform, and the railings on the outside of the platform collapsed again? A large area.
Amid the roaring thunder and thick rain, Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao also stepped into the carriage. The moment Xu Miaomiao stepped in, the door of the carriage slammed shut with a bang, cutting off the world inside and outside the train.
There was no one on the platform, the train whistled long, and the wheels at the bottom of each carriage began to roll slowly, rubbing against the rails covered with mottled rust. Rainwater slipped from the blood-stained iron sheet, as if blood was flowing on the train.
This carriage appears to be a dining car. On both sides of the narrow aisle, rectangular tables and benches are placed regularly. There are a total of six dining tables. There is also a dining table at the end of the carriage. Some tableware and kitchen utensils are placed inside, like It's the place to order and make simple meals.
When I got on the train from the platform, although it was cloudy outside, it was obviously still daylight. But the light inside the carriage is only? Dim yellow light, which emanates from the worn out bulbs hanging, which only plays a role of? Better than nothing.
The train started too fast, and Yan Wei and the others had just entered the carriage before they could see the environment inside the carriage clearly, and they were shaken a bit during the sudden acceleration.
Zhao Jingchen lost his footing, staggered a step, and almost threw himself at a dining table.
As soon as he stabilized his figure, he hurriedly took a few steps back and stayed away from the dining table—everyone saw it just now. When the thunder flashed by, a man with a broken neck sat on the dining table. ? Half of the dirty stuff.
Yan Wei was firmly pulled by Yan Mingguang, silently watching everything in front of him.
More than a dozen people stood in a carriage? It looked very crowded. Coupled with the dim light, their body data has returned to the appearance of ordinary people. At this moment, most people's faces cannot be seen clearly at a glance.
Very dim.
very quiet.
In other words, the sound of the train running is clearly in the ear, and the voices of more than a dozen of them are moving one after another, but the surroundings seem to be quiet and empty, and the light bulbs connected in series on the top of the carriage are shaking, which makes people feel frightened .
In Yan Wei's heart, the ominous premonition became more and more serious.
Death oppression is a relatively rare special type of dungeon. In this type of dungeon, the body index and perception power that players are proud of in the world inside the building are useless. The ghosts in the dungeon are of different forms, but ghosts are absolutely dangerous to players— Players basically do not have much ability to resist.
In this type of dungeon, the player is just an ordinary person with "skills" and props, while those with "restrictions" are ghosts—ghosts need conditions to kill.
As for the conditions
They know nothing
The same is true for all other death-oppressing dungeons. At the beginning of the dungeon, without any prompts, the player has no expectation of when death will come.
There is only one way to have the fastest clues, and that is the start of the death harvest. As long as someone dies, it means the arrival of information. Therefore, all the high-level players present, including Yan Wei, did not make any unnecessary moves. Nobody? Don't want to? Be the one who opens the way.
Not long after, in the connecting carriage ahead, a man in a white chef uniform seemed to be slowly approaching with a small cart.
Everyone looked away in silence.
When they approached, with the help of the dim light, everyone finally saw clearly? I don't know if it is the only person in this car.
This is a middle-aged man with a very ordinary appearance. He is wearing a clean white chef's uniform and a chef's hat neatly. His face has wrinkles brought about by his age, but his facial features are very ordinary. There are no any and those dirty things. Things have a related breath. It's so common that if you don't see it in this kind of place, no one will spend more time looking at it.
The middle-aged man stopped when he walked into the compartment, took out the things in the trolley and said, "Passengers, please come and get your dinner. You can eat it in the dining car. You can also take it back to the car where you live. The lunch box includes ? ? You can live."
Yan Wei followed the person's movements and saw that there were sixteen lunch boxes on the table closest to the flight attendant. Each lunch box was packed in a plastic bag and could indeed be taken away. The door cards mentioned by the flight attendants are placed in each plastic bag, which presumably means that they should be taken together with the food.
After putting it down, the flight attendant said, "I live in the next car. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time."
Having said that, no one made a sound—all of them are people who have been to an unknown number of dungeons. No one would make that kind of dungeon from the very beginning and pull suspicious npcs to ask questions stupid thing.
The flight attendant seemed to be really just a flight attendant who was in charge of arranging these trivial matters. After putting these things away, he turned around and pushed the dining car to the compartment where he came from.
The dim yellow light shone down, pulling out the figure of the middle-aged man, which became longer and longer until the middle-aged man disappeared into the carriage in front of him.
It was still raining outside the train, and the sound of rattling and the mechanical sound of the train were mixed together.
Yan Wei counted again? What? The number of lunch boxes was still sixteen.
When he was on the platform, before getting on the train, he counted the number of people who got on the train at that time, and there were also sixteen people. And now in the carriage? Although the faces are not clearly visible, there are still sixteen people, which is the same number as the lunch boxes.
Dungeons often play the trick of ghosts mixing with players, so everyone is very sensitive to the number of people. So far, the number of people seems to be no? What's the problem.
In the silence, Ding Xiao was the first to step forward, took two lunch boxes, and gave one to Xu Miaomiao, and said, "I just looked at the signs on the front and back of the carriage. The front and rear are both passenger compartments. As long as you have the key card, you should be able to choose to check in. Are there any such randomly distributed lunch boxes? Come, everyone please."
There are fewer people at the top, so it won't be like the bottom? Chaos. If it wasn't necessary in the future or had already made enemies, the high-level players were at least polite at the beginning.
Xu Miaomiao followed Ding Xiao and said in a low voice: "Sister Ding, should we act together with Xuanniao? Lin Qing between you and Xuanniao? Isn't it good to care? I think that Zhao Jingchen seems to have bad intentions, Lin Qing I brought two "newcomers" who came to the 89th floor dungeon for the first time, maybe I know more than I can do. I have dealt with Yan Wei before, if we can give him a favor this time? , will not lose."
"Not yet," Ding Xiao smiled and shook his head, without stopping, "We...maybe we have to rely on them."
After Ding Xiao led Xu Miaomiao away, the rest of the people also went forward to pick up lunch boxes to find the compartment where they lived, and so did Yan Wei and others.
Only? Zhao Jingchen, when Yan Wei turned around with a lunch box, he hooked the corner of his mouth and said softly: "Your face is beautiful, even better than those of the girls I used. If you die ?, remember to protect your face."
Yan Wei paused, then turned to look at Zhao Jingchen. He couldn't see the upper half of Zhao Jingchen's face, so he just glanced at the lower half of the man's face, somehow feeling a little familiar.
Maybe? It's in the transcript? Seen it? Didn't he have it when he first went upstairs? Zhao Jingchen.
Yan Mingguang seemed to have heard it too? He turned around and looked at the movement of the two of them coldly? Zhao Jingchen immediately took Yan Wei's hand and walked away.
Zhao Jingchen was suddenly stared at like this, subconsciously, he was frozen by Yan Mingguang's gaze. And Lin Qing, who followed closely behind, also said coldly: "Keep your mouth clean, or I will let you die as dirty as your mouth."
Zhao Jingchen gritted his teeth: "You really protect him, but I just like to destroy this kind of little rookie who is praised."
Lin Qing seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to him, and already walked to the carriage at the back of the car with Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei.
The train was still driving in the wilderness. The rain curtain outside the train window was very thick, mixed with cold fog, which cast a layer of water curtain on the train window, making it difficult for people to see the situation outside clearly. But there doesn't seem to be anything outside? There is nothing to see, it's all wilderness with all kinds of rocks and weeds.
Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei have already walked through a few compartments? The car selected by the player came to an empty passenger compartment, opened the sliding door and walked in. These carriages are all sleeping berths, opposite to each other there are two berths, and there are two upper and lower berths, a total of four berths. There is also a small table near the window in the center, but there is nothing on the table.
From the perspective of furnishings, it is no different from ordinary train sleepers? What is the difference.
"I've seen it," Lin Qing walked in behind him, "There are three rooms like this in each carriage, and the bathroom is shared, and there is one in each carriage. The sleeping berths are all the same, and they are all in the search , no? There is no difference. Personally, I don’t think there’s any difference in a search alone.”
That is to stay by luck.
"Then here?" Yan Wei said, "Since we have to wait for the danger to appear first, it is easy to be clever and be misled by careful selection. Let's choose a bed at will. Before twelve o'clock, if there is any? What's the difference? ?, exchange with me, I will not die today, if there is any danger, I will bear it.”
Yan Mingguang said, "Beware of getting hurt."
"rest assured."
Although the players will not be stupid enough to confront each other from the very beginning, they are also prepared for each other. After the three of them came in, Lin Qing pulled the door and locked it without hesitation.
It's getting dark?.
The three people's lunch boxes were still wrapped in plastic bags and placed on the small table. Yan Wei stood in front of the small table, looking out of the window through the water droplets flowing on the window. At the interweaving point of day and night, there is only a little bit of light outside the window, and the weeds and gravel are already invisible. The light inside the carriage was already brighter than the outside, and Yan Wei's own face was reflected in the window.
The sloping stream of water slides down from the car window in the direction of the wind, sliding past the reflection of Yan Wei's face.
"Boom—"
Yan Wei stared at it for a while, and could only vaguely see the endless and boundless car body, as if he couldn't see the end of the train. Without the help of perception, it is impossible to see the situation outside. He had no choice but to give up and planned to come back tomorrow in a hundred days.
Yan Wei was about to turn around, but his eyes suddenly stopped on the window when he looked away from the car window.
On the glass covered with water droplets, where Yan Wei's face was reflected, a blurred white human face slowly emerged. The human face was so pale that there was no blood, and there were still rotten corpse spots on the cheeks, and the eyes were wide open without blinking, without any whites.
The all-black eyes stared firmly at Yan Wei, didn't they? The blood-colored lips moved? Once, accompanied by the noise of the train moving forward, slowly opened? A smile.
Before Yan Wei could react, a chill came from his waist.
He bows his head.
A bluish-white hand with bloody fingertips stretched out from behind him on either side of his waist. Below, in the middle of the shadow cast by the beds on both sides, the same pale hand slowly stretched out from the left rear, about to grab Yan Wei's ankle.
He turned sharply—nothing.