Last night was unexpectedly peaceful.
The heavy rain outside did not know how long, even the damp air-conditioning seeped into the train, mixed with the coldness of the whole train, even in the bed, it made people feel cold all over.
Without the blessing of physical data, Yan Wei was very cold. I wanted to exchange for an electric heater, but after thinking about it, everything inside the dungeon is still unclear, and no one knows that the sudden addition of small things will? No? It is also the fatal key, so he finally gave up.
The sleeping berths in the train were crowded and narrow, Yan Wei was curled up and covered with a quilt? The ceiling of the carriage was pressed close at hand, and the difference between the bed board and the bed board was less than one meter. The sound of rain was endless, and the whole train kept making mechanical noises, which made people irritable. The sleeper is so oppressive? Like a coffin with one mouth open, the echo amplifies the sound.
The whole train is full of old rusty smell.
Yan Wei closed her eyes, the cold approaching?, her sense of hearing and smell continued to amplify, she turned over several times and couldn't fall asleep. He simply gave up falling asleep and felt his surroundings vigilantly.
It was about midnight, and there were some faint sounds from the lower bunk. With a dull sound, someone rolled over and got into his quilt. Yan Wei's vigilance and vigilance were not aroused, but subconsciously moved in.
The refreshing scent of soap on Yan Mingguang's body instantly covered the unpleasant smell of rust attached to the air, and the temperature on the man's body dispelled the coldness. Yan Wei almost shrank into Yan Mingguang's arms, the two of them huddled together, and the surroundings clearly became more crowded, but the oppression sticking to the bones completely dissipated.
Only then did Yan Wei put down the security around him, and slept for a few hours
When she woke up, Lin Qing was standing in the small aisle in the middle of the sleeper room, raised her head, held a bottle of mineral water in her hand, and handed it to Yan Wei.
Yan Mingguang still held Yan Wei.
He seems to have gotten used to seeing these two people sticking together? He said without changing his face: "I tried the water, and it's fine. Logically, it should be fine. After all, people don't drink water or eat for a few days. Impossible? Hold? Hold."
"Okay." Yan Mingguang took the mineral water calmly.
Yan Wei: "..."
At this time, the outside of the window was already lit up, and the daylight was projected in through the curtains, with a faint light in the darkness. There was no sound of rain, and the rain seemed to have stopped in the middle of the night.
Everything in the train is calm.
Only the strong smell of rust and corruption in the air was lingering, pouring into his nostrils non-stop, and even his mouth felt uncomfortable as if it had just been filled with blood.
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang Lin Qing washed up quickly, and were carefully examining the carriage they were in again, when there was a chaotic sound from the dining car a few carriages away.
Yan Wei walked quickly to the compartment where they boarded, and saw the four numbers "1109" written on the blackboard that was blank yesterday.
All the windows of the dining car have been covered, and the other players are standing not far away and looking at it.
Ding Xiao changed into a cheongsam today, and she sat lazily on the chair at the end.
Near her was the corner of the carriage, where a male player named Cao Qun stood, holding a cigarette between his fingers. The smoke rose up and drifted over, covering Ding Xiao's fair face. In the silent atmosphere, Ding Xiao still maintained that gentle smile, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Only Xu Miaomiao stood in front of the blackboard with a solemn expression.
Yan Wei had just walked into this carriage, Ding Xiao paused, just now he let Cao Qun smoke, and suddenly his face turned cold: "The cigarette is pinched."
Cao Qun didn't want to cause trouble, so he directly snuffed out the sparks on the cigarette butt with his fingers in resentment.
The smell of smoke dissipated, and Yan Wei walked to the blackboard.
There are traces of white chalk all over the blackboard. It is obvious that it has been used for a long time, leaving a lot of powder that cannot be wiped off. In the mottled traces, the four numbers "1109" were written quite spaciously on the blackboard. The first three numbers were quite correct, but the last number began to be a little distorted. The chalk is placed on the small shelf under the blackboard. Judging from the traces of use, it is written with this chalk.
Yan Wei rolled his eyes calmly, and was about to look at the fingertips of those who arrived first, when Yan Mingguang whispered in his ear, "There is no trace."
Then the possibility of this number coming from a player is extremely low.
"Is this your bed?" Xu Miaomiao said, "My bed is 1105, and you are next door to us."
Yan Wei raised his eyebrows: "What am I? I don't feel anything."
Not only was there nothing, their carriage was still very calm.
The rest of the players started talking in twos and threes in twos and twos in low voices, most of them were talking about the situation so far. Zhao Jingchen got up too. When he saw the numbers on the blackboard, he reacted, and smiled sarcastically: "Isn't it very exciting yesterday? Lin Qing, I want to see it. How do you protect him?"
Before Lin Qing could answer, Yan Mingguang gave him a cold look, and took a step towards Zhao Jingchen.
As soon as he lifted his foot, Zhao Jingchen took a few steps back and said to the other person in Yuemang: "Let's take a look at the back few carriages during the daytime."
Lin Qing sneered: "You son of a bitch."
In front of the blackboard, Xu Miaomiao frowned, quite confused. While Yan Wei was thinking, Xu Miaomiao stared at the number for a while, and said to Yan Wei in a low voice: "This number, the biggest possibility? It was left by the flight attendants or ghosts in the dark. No matter who it is, it's nothing." Good sign. Would you like to talk to Lin Qing and ask him to join forces with Sister Ding? Sister Ding reached the top level earlier than Lin Qing. If she is willing to help you, at least one more guarantee. I yesterday But I mentioned it, but it's a pity that Sister Ding ignored me..."
When Yan Wei heard this, his expression was quite strange.
"Even though Sister Ding has a good temper, she has hard ears and is hard to talk to. But she likes good-looking people." Xu Miaomiao glanced at Yan Wei's face, "You can ask her, I'm sure."
Yan Wei: "..."
He said, "No."
"Little brother, what are you doing? Still like this? Stubborn?"
"Little sister, if something happens, remember? Come to us for help."
Xu Miaomiao was speechless again.
Yan Wei has already turned around.
There was a lot of breakfast on the bar, which should have been put by the flight attendant, but Yan Wei didn't go to get it, but chose an empty table and sat down. Yan Mingguang sat beside him, and Lin Qing also sat down.
Lin Qing asked him: "Do you want to ask the flight attendant?"
Yan Wei shook his head: "If he kept it, he wouldn't? Tell us. If it wasn't for him, he wouldn't be able to give us useful information. If it was the information point that he would? Tell us, the flight attendant will serve breakfast You should stay when you are here, and tell us when we all come."
This is obviously for them to guess for themselves—or even try to guess.
"What does this number represent? There are many possibilities. Maybe it's a number with a special meaning, but it just coincides with my bed number. Or maybe? This is a death list, which refers to my bed number. Refers to the occupants of this berth. But…”
When they get on the bus, there is no specific ticket. Even when they got on the bus, the flight attendants gave them access cards that could be used in every sleeper room. At night, when they have completely fallen asleep, the bed is considered to be settled.
And? Last night, Yan Wei was not the only one who fell asleep in bed 1109.
Yan Wei glanced at Yan Mingguang.
Yan Mingguang also frowned slightly and shook his head: "I don't feel it either."
Yan Wei: "It's strange. We are more or less able to be watched by ghosts. I feel like being watched from the dark. I don't have a great sense of crisis, only a little hairy, but this has been there since I got in the car. gone."
Lin Qing said, "It's also possible? It means you can't sleep on this bed tonight. It's a warning."
"Then why? No on the first night?" Yan Wei retorted, "It's unreasonable. If it happens every night? It's taboo to have a fixed bed, and the first night should not be spared."
Can Yan Wei still remember the decapitated ghost who flashed by in the thunder yesterday, the ghostly face he saw on the glass window, and the pale ghost hand sticking out from under the sleeper in the carriage...
The filth in this car, isn't it? The filth that patiently plays with its prey.
"Don't worry," Yan Mingguang said suddenly, "I slept last night too."
"Then I should be more worried."
"..."
"There is still time? Let's calm down and look for information. We must have missed the problem somewhere. At night, the two of us will change to a sleeper. After twelve o'clock, what's the danger? I can go on top." Yan Wei stood up, "I'll go to the bathroom first."
Toilets are located in every two carriages.
Yan Wei walked past the dining car and walked to the passenger compartment, only to hear movement from inside, a light leaked from the crack in the door, and the door was also locked, as if some player was using it.
He glanced at the door and walked to the next bathroom.
The door handle of the bathroom is the same as the sliding door of the sleeper room. It has a matte metal surface, which won't reflect light and cast shadows. At least it looks safe.
The bathroom was dimly lit. Not only was the door not closed, but it was slightly ajar, as if telling anyone who came to the bathroom that there was no one here.
Just as Yan Wei raised his hand to hold the door handle, he paused.
Not long after, only Yan Mingguang and Lin Qing were left in the dining car.
This carriage was the carriage they boarded in. It had been seen several times yesterday, and there were only tableware and kitchen utensils. The only thing that caught the eye was the small blackboard with Yanwei Bed number written on it. The dining tables on both sides of the road are very clean, and there is really nothing to be found.
This train is still very big, other players naturally take the time to check out other cars.
Lin Qing and Yan Mingguang did not leave.
Lin Qing was standing in front of the small blackboard, staring at the small blackboard eraser on the lower shelf.
The numbers are written in chalk, and the blackboard eraser can be erased easily. Player? Can? Wipe? Can? Write on this little blackboard
If he erases this number, will any impact on bed 1109 still exist? Will it exist
As Lin Qing was thinking, a loud cry for help suddenly came from a few carriages behind.
— It was Yan Wei's voice.
He paused, turned around and was about to dare to go, but his shoulders were suddenly pressed down with great strength.
Yan Mingguang pressed Lin Qing firmly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said indifferently: "Your understanding of his way of doing things only comes from one copy."
That dungeon was even a tit-for-tat relationship.
Lin Qing was taken aback.
The cries for help became louder and more urgent.
However, Yan Mingguang walked to the corner where Cao Qun was smoking just now, lit a cigarette, and the smoke dispersed, and he stood there upright without any movement.