The style of the train is very old, and in the cramped sleeper room there is only a wall lamp above the sliding door, casting pale light.
Yan Wei stood in front of the small table by the window, turned his back to the window, in front of him was the sliding door of the sleeper that had been locked long ago, and the light from the wall lamp on the sliding door shone straight into his eyes , according to him? His eyes hurt.
The small aisles on both sides of the sleeper berth are only a little wider for one person, but you can walk to the door in one step. There is nothing within such a short distance. There is only a door in front of you.
Lin Qing was sitting on the lower bunk on the left looking at the bedding. He? Sitting on the edge, his feet landed on the ground, the bed pulled out a slightly slanted shadow, covering Lin Qing's knees. Looking in from Lin Qing's legs, the gap between the bed and the floor of the carriage is full of darkness, it's too dark to see clearly inside.
On the other side, Yan Mingguang just climbed onto the upper bunk to check.
The lower berth on the right side is empty, with clean white sheets spread evenly on the bed, and the place where the front of the berth leans against the swallow bed is neatly placed with folded quilts and pillows. Lifelessly clean.
Yan Mingguang was the first to notice what was wrong with Yan Wei. He poked his head out from the upper bunk and looked at Yan Wei: "Is there something?"
Yan Wei was about to raise his head to look at the other party, but when his eyes shifted slightly, he glanced at the sides of his shoulders from the corner of his eye. The blue and white hands with bloody fingertips stretched out from above his shoulders again, as if deliberately amplifying their fear, slowly stretching forward little by little. The chill spread on both sides of Yan Wei's neck, and the surroundings were still abnormally calm.
He? No? Turning his head, the grimace and smile he saw on the window glass appeared in his mind.
No? Perception, he? Doesn't know what's going on behind him? What. This long-lost sense of the unknown magnifies the inherent fear of human beings. With their backs to the car window, there is a slight coolness on their backs, as if there is something watching them behind them.
Yan Wei paused, didn't he this time? Turn around.
The corner of his mouth hooked up, and he smiled silently, and he raised his hand towards one shoulder like this, trying to grab one of the ghost hands.
Obviously there is no source of the ghostly hand? Thinking of someone who was so courageous, he paused for a moment, and then shrank back suddenly.
Yan Wei: "..." He? Seems to have frightened a ghost.
Make a mistake, or maybe you can pull it out to find some rules of death.
The ghost hand had disappeared, and the lower bunks on both sides were still full of darkness covered by shadows, and the creeps from behind still crawled up Yan Wei's spine bit by bit. Since it wasn't caught once, it's no longer? What's good? Timing.
Yan Wei said, "Lin Qing."
"Um?"
"Draw the curtains, at once."
Lin Qingwen, who was still searching the lower berth, didn't ask any questions before he finished speaking. He jumped up in the cramped and narrow sleeper room, and leaned over to close the old curtains before a second passed.
At the moment when the curtains completely covered the car window, Yan Wei turned around and looked - naturally? He couldn't see the smiling grimace with dark pupils.
"Boom—"
There was another burst of thunder, and the sound of the rain outside was getting louder. The thunder that sounded from time to time coincided with the roar of the train moving forward, hitting people's eardrums heavily.
Yan Wei didn't relax at all, but immediately pulled the neatly folded quilt, tore off the white sheet at the edge of the quilt, and wrapped the broken fabric around the iron ladder used to climb the upper bunk superior.
Yan Mingguang didn't? Ask again, he pressed the edge of the upper bunk with one hand, turned over and jumped to the ground, tore off a piece of fabric without saying a word, and wrapped the iron ladder frame on the other side with Lin Qing.
After these similar places were all wrapped with opaque cloth, the coldness that Yan Wei had just felt all over his body faded slightly.
They took a few deep breaths and sat on the already somewhat messy lower bunk.
The curtains were tightly closed, and the car windows behind the curtains and the night scene outside the windows could not be seen at all. At the end of the lower berth on both sides, the iron frame used to climb the upper berth has been tightly wrapped with cloth strips, even the small railings on the edge of the upper berth have been completely covered, and the broken cloth strips are more and more pale under the pale light. old.
Yan Wei raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Qing.
Lin Qing nodded solemnly, unlocked the sliding door, opened it and walked out.
Yan Mingguang stood in the center and looked around. His tall stature felt a little wronged in this kind of small compartment. Standing in the middle covered most of the light, making this small place even more oppressive and gloomy.
Originally, the smooth table with some shimmering spots on the back also lost its luster because of Yan Mingguang's covering.
His expression remained unchanged. After looking around, he tore off a piece of fabric from the quilt again and completely covered the table. Afterwards, the man took off his glasses and put them away, and slowly sat beside Yan Wei.
"It should be safe for the time being," Yan Wei said, looking sideways at Yan Mingguang, who is wearing glasses. "You? Before? Take off your glasses, but we all? Turn off the lights... Cough, now it's 'broad daylight' , I'm not used to it."
Yan Mingguang: "..."
Yan Wei is still watching.
The outline of Yan Mingguang's face seems to come from a sketch with sharp strokes, clear and wide. The eyebrows are like thick ink, the tails of the eyes are narrower and longer than Yan Wei's, the bridge of the nose is stagnant, and the lips are thinner, isn't it? The face covered by glasses is much colder than usual.
In the past, Yan Wei once told Yan Mingguang not to wear glasses, but if this man lost his elegance, he would be so cold that others would shrink back. Yan Wei had no choice but to give up.
Yan Wei suddenly remembered that the first time he saw Yan Mingguang, Yan Mingguang had been wearing glasses.
Is it? Yan Wei likes the superficially gentle type.
"Why didn't I ask you before?" In order to ease the tension just now, he? Said, "No? I can't see clearly. Why do you wear glasses?"
"You? Like it."
"..." Yan Wei couldn't laugh or cry, "Don't talk about love seriously."
Yan Mingguang stopped talking.
The friction sound of the sliding door sounded, and Lin Qing immediately closed the door and locked it, saying: "The same goes for other people. I found a reason to go to a few other sleeper rooms where people lived. All of them reflect light. Like ours, all the things are covered up. There is still one room that is empty, and it should not be found. Others do not open the door, maybe because they are afraid that I am a fake ghost."
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang were sitting on both sides, very close to each other. Seeing them like this, Lin Qing stagnated slightly, but didn't say anything, and stopped in front of the cloth-covered table.
They took out the pen and paper and drew in an orderly manner. The technique and strokes of writing are exactly the same as when Lin Zhen drew the topographic map of the puppet castle before. They come from one person, and this kind of movement is exactly the same.
Yan Wei took a glance, Lin Qing should be? He was drawing the current distribution of players.
He took advantage of this time to check the sleeper room with Yan Mingguang again, which was so narrow that two people could easily bump into it.
Their eyes then stopped on the door lock.
The door lock is also made of metal, but it's the kind of metal that hasn't been polished, so it's not smooth, it's the kind of surface that resembles a matte texture. Relying on his undying confidence, Yan Wei directly leaned forward and took a look, but there was no silhouette at all.
He stared at the door lock and waited for a while, but nothing happened.
It seems that only the kind of reflective objects that can reflect people's shadows are dangerous.
Glass that reflects people's shadows, iron objects that reflect light, desktops that are smooth enough to reflect people's shadows...
This point is not difficult to guess, and other people have obviously encountered more or less strange scenes and guessed this point.
You can't look at this kind of thing, as long as a human face is reflected, the situation just now will appear. He? He actually looked out of the window just now. Naturally, he inevitably looked out through the car window glass. The glass reflected his? figure, leading to such an illusion.
Glass alone can't explain everything, but combined with his experience on the platform before getting on the bus, it is not difficult to think that there may be problems with things like reflections or mirrors. When they were on the platform, the players were more or less urged to get on the bus by those dirty things, but the one who did it to Yan Wei didn't do anything, just left bloodstains on Yan Wei's face.
When a normal person knows that there are traces of dirty things on his face, what is his first reaction
— erased in a panic.
What will be the first reaction of experienced players in the building
—Look in the mirror to see if there is? Is there? Information, and then wipe it off.
At that time, Yan Wei's intuition felt that something was wrong? The difficulty of death oppression lies in the fact that many dangers are just? some small details in daily life, or? an insignificant action, a subconscious reaction, etc. So he was alert, didn't he? Acted according to this first reaction, suppressed his curiosity, and wiped off the blood without even looking at what his face had become.
The one on the platform escaped, but after entering the car, it still? ran into it—after all, every sleeper room has a window.
It's not hard to imagine, if not? Yan Wei is not afraid of death at all today, or? He? The reaction was not timely enough, or? Lin Qing and Yan Mingguang didn't? Immediately guess the situation based on their? Dodge, I am afraid that the first round of death has already appeared.
None of the players who can come in are fuel-efficient lamps, they can find out, and others can also find out, so Yan Wei asked Lin Qing to go out to verify this. Yan Wei has only encountered similar incidents twice, which is not enough to support the idea that reflective things can attract ghosts. But if there are many? Others do this, it means that other
The danger is? Information.
Since most people do this, it's probably true that things that reflect light or reflections can't be seen, and then they just need to avoid them as soon as they notice them.
Is Lin Qing ready
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang crowded on the other side, and the three of them sat around the table, all staring at the crude distribution map.
Lin Qing said: "There is no abnormality in the dining car now. The front compartment of the dining car is lit. It should be driven by the steward. He said he lived there. There is nothing in the aisle of the passenger compartment of the dining car. There is only a small blackboard at the end of the dining car, which seems to be used for writing menus, but it is still blank. Behind the dining car is the passenger compartment. The six cars are all passenger compartments. There are three sleepers in each car, and each sleeper has four beds, and the upper and lower berths are opposite each other.
"We lived in the third car behind the dining car. There were sixteen people in seven rooms, and there were occupants from the second car to the fourth car. Didn't the first car behind the dining car live in any of them? People, everyone should be worried about the dirty thing that appeared in the dining car when getting on the train. It started to live in the second car, but the second and fourth cars are not full? We are in the last car of the third car. The first car was full. The first room was occupied by two people, and the second room—that is, in front of us—was Ding Xiao..."
Lin Qing paused, and said: "Ding Xiao and I have a good relationship, but we don't know each other. It's just that Bi'anhua and Xuanniao have had friendly cooperation a few times. I didn't know before, but now I want to , it's because Yan threatened you."
Yan Wei smiled, considered it? Admitted, but didn't say anything specific.
"And behind us, in the first compartment of the next carriage, is..."
"Zhao Jingchen?" Yan Wei said, "He?has?hostility toward?me."
In the case of "living next to each other" in the dungeon, there are only two types of people who will live on both sides. One is an acquaintance who needs to take care of each other, and the other is an enemy who can't wait to find a chance to attack.
Sure enough, Lin Qing nodded and said, "Currently? There are three carriages and seven sleepers for people. There is no big movement."
Yan Mingguang said calmly, "Not so fast."
No? A low-level dungeon, it wouldn't happen so quickly that someone died for no apparent reason.
Yan Wei roughly wrote down the distribution of Lin Qinghua's players, thought for a moment, and said, "We must pay attention to the number of players, and any spaces related to door locks—such as sleeper rooms and bathrooms." The biggest problem with the copy of the running train is that it is closed, so that passengers cannot leave here, it is easy to appear secret rooms, and it is easy to confuse the number of passengers that should not have changed."
Lin Qing nodded, and drew a distribution for Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei, and the three of them took out the lunch box from the plastic bag.
Because they found that all the food that can be exchanged in the mall turned gray and could not be clicked.
This kind of thing happens often, which means that players have to find food by themselves in the instance?.
Inside the lunch box is a fresh and hot steak, and it also comes with cutlery such as knives and forks. Yan Wei stared at it carefully for a while. The matte texture of the tableware and the door lock was a bit similar, and no one could be reflected. However, Yan Wei finally didn't move the steak, but just put the lunch box in the Fold aside? .
"Although there's nothing wrong with it, but? Don't eat it yet. With our physical strength, it's not a problem to go hungry for a day, so don't act rashly."
Lin Qing naturally had no disagreement with Yan Wei's judgment. Yan Mingguang nodded and said, "You sleep on the upper bunk, I sleep on your lower bunk, and Lin Qing sleeps on the upper bunk opposite you. "
So Yan Wei just happened to be protected by Yan Mingguang and Lin Qing.
Yan Wei also knew that he was the least able to fight among the three, didn't he? He retorted, tidied up, and climbed onto the upper bunk first.
The night also came completely covered in torrential rain.
Amidst the roar of the cars, the players all stayed quietly in the sleeper rooms they had chosen. Several carriages were obviously full of sixteen people, but they were lifeless.
At exactly nine o'clock, this dilapidated train, like? other? trains, came to the time to turn off the lights. The lights, which were not considered bright at all, flickered for a moment, and the collective fell into silence.
At the last second when the lights went off, Yan Wei, who was lying on the upper bunk, tucked the corner of the quilt, and glanced at the bed number plate pasted on the head of the bed.
1109.
"Boom—"
morning.
Yan Wei came to the dining car together with Yan Mingguang and Lin Qing, and stopped in front of the small blackboard at the end of the car just like Xu Miaomiao.
There is nothing on the small blackboard, only four correct numbers are written.
1109.