Listening to the young man's rambling words, Zhao Jingchen saw the young man standing there clean and tidy, and suddenly felt that the traces of the dirty things on his body became more and more stench.
Without the blessing of body index, he was panting like ordinary people, and the rancid smell poured into Zhao Jingchen's mouth together with the air, constantly causing nausea, but his physiological instinct made him? Desperately taking in oxygen? For a moment, Zhao Jingchen's blood surged up from Yan Wei's words, but he was speechless for a while.
When Zhao Jingchen gradually recovered, Yan Wei had already walked forward slowly from the rear of the carriage.
It took them a while to walk these steps. The ground was covered with spots of blood and carrion that had been rotting for an unknown amount of time. He was very cautious with every step, for fear of stepping on those dirty things? And leaving? traces.
Zhao Jingchen gritted his teeth and stood up, vigorously wiping the blood on his face. Players can't kill each other, even if Yan Wei stands in front of them, he has nothing to do but stare fiercely.
He said, "Yes, unfortunately, I didn't die."
Yan Wei said without hesitation, "Why do you think I want you to die?"
Zhao Jingchen was taken aback.
At this moment, he? has wiped off the dirt on his face a little bit, leaving only a little black and red sticking to the surface of the skin.
What Zhao Jingchen usually cares most about is his face. At this moment, he was made into this by the ghost, and directly damaged his legendary props in order to save his life. His eyes drooped, his eyes were sinister, and he lowered his voice and said: "Is it because you failed? Don't hide it, I miss you too."
Yan Wei muttered to himself, "You're still useful." It's so easy to die, there are not many clues, and the ghost has less targets, so it's better to keep it.
In this dungeon, body data and perception cannot be used, but legendary items of high-level players can still be used. What he wanted was the help of Zhao Jingchen's loss of props.
Now that the goal has been achieved, he doesn't care what Zhao Jingchen thinks at all, he just lowers his head slightly and looks at the traces on the ground seriously.
"Mystery! Who told you that I set a trap?"
"Who do you think saw your sneaky behavior?" Yan Wei sneered, "Everyone? Are you busy looking for something to leave? Who has time to stare at you? You are too deliberate."
In the first bathroom, the things that were deliberately released, the lights that were deliberately turned on, and the door that was locked, all deliberately showed that there was someone in it and asked them to go to the next room.
And the door next to it was even more deliberate.
In fact, Zhao Jingchen's layout wasn't bad, but it was precisely because of the perfect layout that Yan Wei felt this deliberate arrangement. After thinking about it again, the content of Zhao Jingchen's trap can be guessed about the same.
So he didn't fully open the door of the second bathroom at all, but opened it a little bit, moved in sideways, covered the two mirrors in two directions with a cloth in the dark, and moved the mirrors Come out and place where you were just now.
Footsteps were heard from the direction of the dining car. Yan Wei knew who it was without looking.
Zhao Jingchen saw Yan Mingguang and Lin Qing approaching. The Yuemang players they brought were not around, so they were obviously at a disadvantage now. He gave Yan Wei a cool look, and planned to bypass Yan Wei and leave.
Yan Wei happened to look up and saw Zhao Jingchen's facial features.
Those light-colored eyes seemed to be frozen, and they were as cold as snow and frost in an instant.
Him? That clear and peaceful voice was enriched with a deep layer: "... Zhou Tian?"
Zhao Jingchen paused, and a smug smile appeared on that delicate face with black and red blood stains on it: "This face is good? Look at it? It was specially brought out from the dungeon for me."
After finishing speaking, Zhao Jingchen walked around the mess on the ground and quickly left the carriage. When they passed by Yan Mingguang, Yan Mingguang also took a look at their faces.
Yan Wei squinted his eyes, looked at Zhao Jingchen's leaving back, actually chuckled, and said to himself: "Then it's useless for me to keep you."
His expression is distinct and hasn't changed much, his eyes like peach petals are slightly raised, and there is a faint light in his eyes. But just now, this kind of look? It seems to come from a lazy and undisciplined cat. Now, the amber eyes reflect the figure of Zhao Jingchen who is walking farther and farther. The eyes are covered with frost, which makes people feel like A cat full of alertness and hostility.
Yan Mingguang walked to their side. The man didn't say anything, just raised his hand and patted Yan Wei's head lightly.
When they first met, the man's hands? Even bare hands? crushed the skulls of the chasing skeletons, but now they were gently placed on Yan Wei's head, but there was no strength, only warmth.
Yan Wei's eyes suddenly relaxed.
They turned their eyes away from the direction Zhao Jingchen was leaving, scooped up their pockets with both hands, and groped for the edge of the coin with their fingertips.
Zhao Jingchen escaped from death just now, there is no way to pay attention to this ghost. Yan Wei was standing at the end of the carriage just now, behind the mirror, watching the ghost come out and attack Zhao Jingchen with his own eyes.
"I saw a complete ghost just now, which is now broken into slag," Yan Wei said to Yan Ming, Guang and Lin Qing, "There are many blunt wounds on his body? ? It can’t be killed. And there are many carrion insects on the body, as if hiding something... "
Lin Qing asked: "Damp places? There are very few bugs on ghosts and monsters, and most of them are new."
That is, these days.
After Lin Qing finished speaking, she squatted down in front of the mess in front of Yan Wei.
This stall? Not to mention the cleanliness Yan Wei, even the Zhao Jingchen just now shy away from such disgusting traces. But Lin Qing didn't feel any disgust, resentment, or retreat. He didn't even frown when dealing with this kind of thing that others avoided. He raised his hand and fished out a piece of broken fabric from the pile of things. .
"..." Yan Wei moved a step away from Lin Qing's hand, and said, "This is that thing? The clothes on his body are covered in blood, and he can't see the pattern clearly."
Lin Qing didn't care at all, and groped with her fingertips for a piece of clothing that was no bigger than a palm, and said, "The fabric is very thick and absorbs water very well, so it was soaked in blood."
He came to a conclusion: "It's linen."
Lin Qing threw the piece of fabric aside, and scooped up several more on the ground.
After a while, he said, "It's all sackcloth."
Yan Wei and Yan Ming just glanced at each other. This time, it was Yan Ming who spoke first: "Workers."
Workers on the train.
If all the cloth such as linen is used to make clothes, it will probably not be comfortable. If the whole body is covered with this kind of fabric, and it is on such an old train, it is more like a conductor or worker who needs to wear a uniform.
The information currently stops here.
The smell here was too bad, and nothing else happened. The three of them glanced at each other, and finally decided to go back to their sleeper room first.
As for the mess all over the place... The existence of the flight attendants presumably has the effect of cleaning up the train.
Back in carriage No. 11, the three walked into the sleeper room one after another. Yan Mingguang also sat on one side with Yan Wei, and Lin Qing locked the door and sat on the other side.
"Although the death oppression version, many things? Are sourceless or nonsensical. Unlike other copies, there is a complete story of cause and effect that can be deduced logically. But... we need to find an item that symbolizes the ladder , this item is definitely on the train. And we have two purposes, one is to find the ladder, and the other is to survive. Whether it is to find out what the item is, or to find out more laws and conditions of death, you know The type of ghost and possible cause of death are necessary."
"Two possibilities." Yan Wei raised his hand and made a "1" gesture. "The ghosts on this train are all conductors or workers on the train."
He stretched out his other finger, made a "2", and continued: "The second possibility is for both workers and passengers."
Lin Qing thought for a moment: "It seems that it has nothing to do with the bed number on the blackboard in the dining car, and it has nothing to do with why you were selected."
"Yes, and no."
"?"
"These things don't seem to be connected because of the sixteen of us, except for the one who arrived first, everyone else missed the most important information."
Yan Mingguang took a bottle of mineral water they had prepared in advance from the small table. He unscrewed it and took a sip? After waiting for a while, he handed it to Yan Wei and said, "No problem."
This is the move they did not know how many times when they went upstairs for the first time.
Yan Wei's memory was suddenly awakened by this action. He? He and Yan Ming? Tomorrow? Tomorrow? They can have a day of immortality to try, and they can completely let them try these potentially dangerous things, whether it is eating and drinking water, or angering npcs? After all, they? will die.
But "Yan Mingguang" felt that some dangers would be delayed, and he
Because of this, they had a disagreement for the first time, and Yan Wei lost his temper in the dungeon.
Later, they seemed to give in, so they let Yan Mingguang stand in front of them. Fortunately, they have always been very cautious, and it seems that nothing has happened to such small details.
Yan Wei suddenly didn't understand himself at that time. Such a dangerous matter, why did he give in? How did Yan Mingguang convince him
Okay? I don't seem to remember.
Although the memory came back, but when he occasionally remembered these small details, the tiny memory seemed to be obliterated by time, and he couldn't remember much of it clearly.
The mineral water bottle with the unscrewed cap was already handed to them, Yan Wei took it naturally, took a few sips, and washed away the rusty smell in his throat.
Lin Qing took a look at the bottle that was drunk by the two of them: "..."
"What's wrong? Are you thirsty too?"
As if he was afraid that Yan Wei would hand over the mineral water bottle in his hand, before Yan Wei finished speaking, Yan Mingguang took another bottle of mineral water and threw it directly into Lin Qing's arms.
Lin Qing: "..."
Yan Wei looked at Yan Mingguang: "I think you should have noticed something in the dining car just now?"
Yan Mingguang nodded imperceptibly: "I tried it, and Cao Qun stayed there for more than 20 minutes to smoke soot marks on the ground."
But when they arrived at the dining car, it was only twenty minutes after dawn. It's not dawn, no matter how high-level players are, they won't walk out of the resting place when nothing happens.
In other words, Cao Qun arrived at the dining car at dawn.
Lin Qing turned her serious eyes and said, "Cao Qun was the first person to arrive at the dining car."
"What bed number is Cao Qun?"
"I checked on the way here, 1101." Yan Mingguang said.
Yan Wei raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "The first person to be targeted is not me, but Cao Qun."
The copy of the gambling building on the eighty-ninth floor is in front of the live projection.
This type of dungeon projection, even the seat is in the deepest part of the gambling building area, ordinary players? They won't come here at all. Not many high-level players will come to see it—most of them no longer participate in the gambling house, and will choose to wait for the dungeon to end and directly watch the complete record on the endless stone tablet.
Compared to dozens of layers of dungeon projections, which are always filled with discussions from players, there are only a few players standing here, which is very quiet.
Lin Zhen rubbed his forehead, his voice was particularly prominent in such a quiet situation: "Why!!"