Amid the louder and louder cries for help, Yan Mingguang just smoked a cigarette slowly.
To prevent Yan Wei from seeing his reflection, he took off his glasses last night. The cold and hard outline was unmistakable at this moment, this person stood there silently, like a pine and cypress covered with snow in winter, unable to get close.
Seeing Yan Mingguang like this, Lin Qing took back all the words she wanted to ask.
But he has long since lost his flustered emotions, and he only needs to calm down in an instant. Even if Yan Wei was in danger, he would never? Make a loud noise? Call for help.
He backed away.
It was a cloudy day outside, even in the daytime, there was not much light, and the curtains of the entire carriage were drawn, the air in the carriage seemed to be drowsy.
This train is not stable. Every few seconds, there will be a "clang" and "clang" sound of mechanical operation mixed with rust friction, and the carriage will move forward wobbly. Yan Mingguang stood in the corner, but his smoking posture was always steady.
He always smoked and would continue to smoke those spilled ash, but this time he didn't take any action.
The soot fell on the ground following Yan Mingguang's movements, and after a while, a layer of very fine and scattered soot was spread on the ground in front of Yan Mingguang. The place where he was standing was right where Cao Qun was smoking. Beside this layer of smoke was another mess. There were three cigarette butts falling from the soot. It was obvious that Cao Qun had finished smoking. Anywhere? Throw it.
One of the cigarettes was still very long. When Yan Wei walked in, Ding Xiao asked Cao Qun to pinch the cigarette, so the cigarette was not finished at all.
The cry for help? It stopped suddenly.
Yan Mingguang just finished smoking his second cigarette at this time. He lowered his head and glanced at the soot on the floor, but what he saw was not the one in front of him.
Afterwards, he threw the third cigarette he had just taken out directly onto the floor, and finally took a deep look at the two cigarette marks on the floor, then turned around and raised his feet and said: "Go find Yan Wei."
Zhao Jingchen is in the first bathroom in the front compartment of the dining car.
He locked the door, turned on the light and stayed inside. The mirror in the bathroom was covered by the players last night, but there is nothing in this room, on the washstand, where the mirror should have been hung - the mirror has been covered by? Zhao Jingchen took it down.
The toilets in the train are very crowded. When you push the door and enter, there are things on both sides. On one side is a squat toilet with dirt that cannot be washed off, and the cover of the flushing device stuck to the wall is half broken, and the outline of the floating ball can be vaguely seen, as if the train shakes a little more, The water inside will leak out.
On the other side is an old-fashioned washstand, and even the faucet is a troublesome rotary switch.
The whole bathroom is filled with the smell of rancidity and rust, which is thicker than the outside, and the smell of dirt all the year round sticks thickly in the air.
Zhao Jingchen pinched his nose and waited inside with extreme displeasure.
He took off the mirror and hung it on the wall facing the door in the next bathroom.
If someone happens to open the door and go in, the light from outside spills into the originally dark bathroom, and the mirror facing the door instantly reflects the light, and the shadow of the person who opens the door and enters will also be reflected on the mirror.
Even if the person who pushes the door and enters finds it immediately, and goes in and uses something at hand to cover the mirror in front of him, but at this time, that person will find that the washstand in the bathroom On the table, the cloth covering the mirror was lifted off. He blocked the one facing the door, but was also caught by the other mirror on the other side.
There are two directions, and there is always one that can succeed.
As long as a figure appears, the trigger will be...
Zhao Jingchen suddenly felt that the smell in this bathroom was not so bad.
He woke up early in the morning, but instead of going to the dining car first, he took a rough look outside his berth. Among the sixteen players including him, some used the bathroom after getting up, and some just washed up. Among the players, Yan Wei drank the most—he seems to have drank a whole bottle of mineral water.
After reading the blackboard in the dining car just now, if someone wants to go to the bathroom, the first one to use it should be Yan Wei.
Zhao Jingchen deliberately moved the mirror in this bathroom to the next one, and stuck it on the wall facing the door. At the same time, in the dark, he took off the cloth covering the mirror in that bathroom. Afterwards, he returned to this bathroom, turned on the light and locked the door, so that people who came from the dining car to find the bathroom would naturally go to the next one.
Just go to the next room, open the door...
Then Zhao Jingchen's goal has been achieved. He didn't really go out of his way to do this because he wanted Yan Wei's face, but because the enmity between him and Lin Qing had existed before entering the dungeon. There is a festival between Yuemang and Xuanniao. As soon as the dungeon starts, he must be on guard against Lin Qing and them. On the contrary, the same is true for the three Xuanniao.
Death oppression will not have a notification sound, because the cracking method is fixed-players must find an item within the range of the copy location, and that item represents the ladder. But in the process of searching, nonsensical or traceable death methods will always appear suddenly, harvesting the player's life.
All the player has to do is find the item that symbolizes the ladder, and... survive.
How to survive? As long as someone else is killed, the probability of being killed is small. Players who know the death oppression book know that in this kind of dungeon, it is very common for other players to trigger "death" secretly.
The first choice is the person who has already made an enemy.
So? For the safety of the dungeon in the future, Zhao Jingchen must also solve this worry.
Of course, the sooner it can be resolved, the better.
Taking a step back, it doesn't matter if that person is not Yan Wei. Come a dead man, he was also the first to get the information.
When he heard footsteps walking towards the next carriage, Zhao Jingchen knew that the fish had taken the bait.
Sure enough, after a while, Yan Wei's cry for help rang out.
The cry for help? It was a bit muffled, obviously coming from the room. But Zhao Jingchen could recognize it, it was Yan Wei's voice, the young man's voice was clear and peaceful, but at the moment it was covered with panic, Zhao Jingchen thought it was very pleasant.
Lin Qing? Looks so protective? Yan Wei, and that Yan Mingguang, with cold eyes as if looking at a dead person, but at this juncture, didn't these two people still not show up
The voice became louder and louder, and at the end he had tried his best, as if his vocal cords had been torn.
— stopped suddenly.
Players who have been immersed in the world inside the building for a long time are very familiar with this sudden stop of the cry for help.
It is the struggle and failure after despair to the end, and it is the stagnation that symbolizes the rest.
Zhao Jingchen smiled.
He raised his hand, unlocked the door lock of this bathroom, and planned to go to the next bathroom to harvest his achievements.
The doorknob was pulled open, and the dim daylight flooded the corridor. Zhao Jingchen raised his head slightly and was about to turn around and go out when a rope was tied to the handle of the bathroom facing outwards. Following Zhao Jingchen's movements, the rope was pulled, as if something in front of him was pulled down by the rope.
Two pieces of white cloth that seemed to be torn from the quilt were pulled by the rope and floated down.
Zhao Jingchen looked forward in the direction of the cloth floating down, and stopped suddenly.
On the narrow aisle of the train, facing the bathroom door, where the iron sheet of the train should be firmly covered by curtains, there is a rather dirty mirror stuck to it. Under the mirror, there are dots of splashes from perennial water stains, which were splashed from the washstand.
This is actually an institution.
He opened the door, and the rope pulled the rag, pulling off the cloth that originally covered the mirror, directly exposing the mirror.
Zhao Jingchen is very familiar with this mirror - it is clearly the mirror that he took off from the bathroom with his own hands and pasted it in the next bathroom.
He opened his eyes suddenly, his pupils shrunk, and within a ten-thousandth of a second, he saw his own reflection in the mirror.
His hooded figure swayed slightly, and a pale face appeared on the mirror. This face is pale and bloodless, and the eyes are completely black and swarthy, as if it contains all the filth.
Thick black blood left from the head of this grimace, and it smiled sinisterly at Zhao Jingchen's bloody mouth.
Zhao Jingchen didn't have time to think about it at all. The sense of crisis he had cultivated in dungeons over the years made him tear off his hoodie and throw it at the mirror.
— Something went wrong with the trap he set up! ! !
He couldn't go in the direction of the bathroom. He threw away his clothes, turned his head, and walked in the direction of the dining car.
The next moment, Zhao Jingchen's footsteps came to a complete standstill.
Not only is there a mirror pasted on the side wall of the aisle, but there is also a mirror hanging in the center of the aisle! !
The two sheets of cloth he tore off just now didn't completely cover the mirror opposite the bathroom, but also covered the mirror hanging in the middle of the road. The person who left the trap didn't intend to use the first mirror to harm him at all, but predicted the direction he would choose, and left the second mirror in this direction in advance.
And in front of that mirror, there was already standing a "thing" with black hair that completely covered his face and whose body was so thin that it only had a skeleton.
The thing had already floated in front of him.
It seemed that Zhao Jingchen was frozen by some kind of cold chill, he couldn't move, his muscles were tense, and the chill penetrated into the marrow of his bones.
The thing raised a hand that was glowing with corpse spots, with a bluish complexion and sharp nails.
Its hands wrapped around Zhao Jingchen's neck, tightening bit by bit, bit by bit.
A cool wind from nowhere drifted through the supposedly airtight train aisle, and its hair was blown up a little, revealing half of its face full of rotting insects. Those slender, gray-black insects wriggled slowly on its face, exuding a disgusting stench.
As this filthy thing tightened his hands, Zhao Jingchen blushed.
His eyes were tearing apart, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and the precise face that he had acquired only half a year ago was already distorted and deformed.
Suddenly, a palm-sized stone statue floated behind Zhao Jingchen, and a burst of golden and white lights lit up around his body.
Every movement of the thing seemed to be paused. In the midst of the radiance, this thing let out a piercing scream, like sharp nails rubbing against a metal plate and twisting.
"boom-"
The stone statue shattered, and the hanging mirror shattered into dust-like glass slag. The thing also exploded violently, thick black blood, slender carrion insects, and rotting flesh. They scattered in all directions, mixed together in a disgusting manner, and sprinkled down, soaking Zhao Jingchen's whole body. Even?his hair?was stained with rancid stickiness.
But Zhao Jingchen didn't take time to pay attention to the dirt in the air. He fell to the ground, clutching his neck, panting heavily.
Sticky and dirty black blood slipped from the top of his head, flowed through his eyes, slightly covering his vision.
Zhao Jingchen raised his head, and in the dirty, black and bloody field of vision, he saw a young man in a windbreaker leaning sideways against the wall at the place where the two carriages connected, his posture quite relaxed. His windbreaker was still neat and clean, and the scarf was only loosely hung around his neck, but it was also meticulous.
Yan Wei lowered his head slightly, played with the two swallow coins in his hand, and said casually: "What a powerful life-saving item—ah, this stone statue shouldn't be your legendary item? It seems to be broken, which is a pity. .”