"Cao Qun has made a move."
"How do you know? What annoyance, the projection of the gambling building starting from the eighty-ninth floor has set player permissions, and we can only see the vicinity of the perspective that has been opened for us," Lin Zhen folded his hands on his chest, his face full of impatience, " Only my brother and they opened up our perspective, and we couldn’t see Cao Qun.”
Yu Feizhou shook his head helplessly.
"I can't see it, but we can see the traces of the blackboard and the smoke on the floor of the car. Do you remember what the small blackboard in the dining car looked like?" He? Said, "There are a lot of traces of white powder on the small blackboard , I also used a blackboard eraser, obviously it was written on the blackboard before."
"It's normal. The blackboard was like this on the first day. This train is so old, and the blackboard has been used many times."
"It's not normal." Yan Wei said.
Lin Qing immediately sorted out his thoughts: "Because the numbers are on the top of the small blackboard. This? The first two of the four numbers are written casually, but the last two are somewhat distorted and crowded, and the bottom is empty. Has the blackboard eraser been used? trace."
The last two numbers are crowded to squeeze out more space for writing other information.
There is other information at the bottom of the blackboard. It was originally written on the blackboard together with the bed number, but this information was erased, leaving only the bed number.
The three of them glanced at each other, this conclusion was tacitly understood.
"But the emptiness below the blackboard is not enough to support this idea, unless someone has a strong motivation to wipe the blackboard and cut off other players' information. In this dungeon, there is no apparent competition between players, or even It would be wiser to cooperate than to compete, and whoever gets the clue? Helps everyone else stay alive. There's only one thing, more than that? Everything
"That is to erase the information, he? Maybe he can live longer."
Yan Wei tilted the water bottle slightly, put his fingertips on the mouth of the bottle, and caught a few drops of water that leaked slightly.
He raised his hand, and his fingertips slid across the white cloth covering the table. After a while, four numbers in the shape of water stains appeared on the cloth—1101.
"We have said before that the two most likely functions of the numbers on the blackboard are a death list and a warning. Other possibilities are unlikely because they have no meaning. Death? The death list is more likely than a warning, this is an eighty-nine-story dungeon, not a nine-story dungeon, and the possibility of npc helping players is basically zero."
It is easy to imagine what information is erased on the blackboard.
"Death list," Yan Mingguang said in a deep voice, "In addition to the beds, the blackboard should also inform the players that the beds written down are the targets for the ghosts to kill tonight."
Yan Wei shrugged: "Cao Qun should have felt something at night, so he went to the dining car at dawn the next morning. He was the first person to arrive. As expected, he saw the words written on the blackboard. Most of their beds also say that the player in this bed will die tonight or something like that."
As he said, the light in his eyes became colder and colder, "He wants to try, rewrite the bed number on the blackboard, and make the ghosts divert their targets. But they will have this idea, no one else There will also be, if they change someone else's bed number, and someone else changes it back, it will be useless."
So there might have been a paragraph on the blackboard, a paragraph telling the players that this is the death list, Cao Qun erased it. Such other players would spend a lot of effort just to see the numbers and guess what the numbers are, and they would not dare to act rashly.
Yan Wei moved his finger and drew an arc on the upper right side of the last "1" in "1101", and the "1" became a "9".
Cao Qun dared to erase the reminder, but he didn't dare to erase the numbers, he only dared to change the numbers.
"1" can only be changed to a number with a vertical line in the gesture, and the only options are "4", "7" and "9". The beds in 1104 are in the same room as 1101, 1105 to 1108 are the sleeper rooms of Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao, and the probability of no one sleeping in 1107 is 1/2. But from 1109 to 1112, there were three people, Yan Wei, Yan Mingguang, and Lin Qing. Only 1109 had the highest probability of someone sleeping and was farthest from Cao Qun.
Therefore, it is inevitable for Cao Qun to choose to change to 1109.
Lin Qing's serious expression carried a trace of killing intent. He said: "He's very smart. After the modification, he deliberately smoked there, because you showed obvious cleanliness before you got in the car. Anyway, as long as you come, even if Ding Xiao doesn't talk, the three of us will Someone will go up and make him? Squeeze off the cigarette."
So when they began to observe everyone's fingertips, they couldn't find any traces of white dust, because the traces on Cao Qun's hands were covered by soot.
Cao Qun replaced his bed number with Yan Wei's, erased the information telling the player that this was a death list, and even covered the traces of dust on his hands with traces of soot.
Yan Wei put down the mineral water bottle, and the temperature of the cold water made her fingertips feel a little cold. They folded their hands, rubbed their fingers against each other, wrapped the palm of one hand around the other, and the temperature of the palm covered the back of the hand.
They are afraid of the cold at first, but the whole train is always damp and chilly, chilling to the bone.
Yan Mingguang's hand covered him, completely wrapping their coldness. Yan Wei moved and subconsciously touched Yan Mingguang's body.
Lin Qing sneered: "He? Looking for death?"
Yan Wei's ears moved slightly—it was raining outside.
This dungeon is now in the rainy season. It rained heavily yesterday. It stopped for a while and then started again.
Lin Qing likes cloudy days, whether it is inside or outside the dungeon, if she hears the sound of rain, she will always take a look at it. He subconsciously turned his head, but only saw the curtains and the dim, low daylight shining through the veils of the curtains.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to open the curtains for a moment. Not just to look at the rainy day, but also to see where it is outside.
In the narrow sleeper room, Lin Qing's hand easily touched the drawstring of the window curtain. He paused, but took it back.
Even in the daytime, ghosts will come out
The train has already made "clang" and "clang" running sounds, and is moving forward unsteadily. I don't know where it will go.
— Does it have a purpose
Yan Wei swayed his feet, but within a few strokes, he bumped into Lin Qing's legs. He wanted to stretch, but raised his hand and touched the upper bed board again.
Each car is like a big coffin connected one after another. You can't see the outside, and you can't leave the inside. The rusty smell in the air is lingering no matter what. The cramped space seems to crush people to death.
Yan Wei carefully avoided bumping into Yan Mingguang and Lin Qing, got up slowly, and said, "It's almost lunch time, before lunch, I want to go ahead and have a look."
Lin Qing asked: "The dining car is in front?"
"Yes. We still don't know the whole picture of this train. If we can take advantage of the daytime, we can go to the front to have a look, or go for a while."
"Isn't it? Just passing by the dining car like this?" Lin Zhen curled his lips.
Yu Feizhou was puzzled: "Yan Wei and the others? They are going to look ahead, of course they have to pass by."
"I mean, they? Didn't they all deduce it? Has the information on the small blackboard been changed by Cao Qun? Changed it back? Ah, if the ghost kills people based on the content on the blackboard, wouldn't Yan Wei be in danger tonight? "
Yu Feizhou felt that his voice was a little hoarse, but he cleared his throat and said, "It's useless, the ghost must be watching 1101 tonight."
"This? Not necessarily. We have so many books, and there are many ghosts who deliberately guide players to kill each other. This kind of situation where players are constantly modifying the blackboard, maybe they like it."
"Other dungeons will, but this dungeon won't. Because this is a copy of death oppression, the core of the dungeon is the inescapable shadow of death following behind, like a shadow."
As Yu Feizhou said, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his face showed worry.
"What it wants to give players is that they can't get rid of the oppressive feeling of death. If the player changes the blackboard, the death list can be changed. The players are indeed involved, but the way the players die has changed. Not only do ghosts not kill each other The right of the player has also become a tool for the player to kill. Their purpose has not been achieved-they are the ones who control the player's life and death."
Cao Qun was wasting his efforts from the very beginning.
What ghosts want is the feeling of struggle that the player cannot get rid of. How can they allow the player to change the object of death
Yan Wei and the others didn't need to change the bed number on the small blackboard at all, because Cao Qun's plan would not succeed. Even if "1109" was written on the blackboard, the target the ghosts were following was "1101".
Yu Feizhou is not worried about this? A little bit.
but…
They remembered the moment when Yan Wei and the others walked out of the sleeper room one after another, and Lin Qing didn't even look back at the moment when she closed the sliding door.
In the gap between the lower bunk bed on the right and the floor, under the dark shadow, a blue and white ghost hand stretched out first. Then, a completely pale face poked out
The thing's all-black pupils were facing the sliding door, and its blue mouth was grinning, revealing a stiff and creepy smile.
"Kang—"
The sliding door was completely closed, and the three of Yan Wei who walked out could no longer see this last scene.
Narrow train aisle? It was impossible for three people to stand side by side. Yan Mingguang walked in the front, Yan Wei and Lin Qing followed behind, walking towards the carriage further ahead.
After passing the compartment where the flight attendants lived, it seemed that there were hard-seat compartments ahead.
Row after row of seats are regularly arranged on both sides of the aisle. There is no seat number, and they are all exactly the same. Yan Wei stepped out of the two carriages, and felt a little dazed, almost forgetting that this was the first hard-seat carriage they had come to.
Lin Qing handed the three key cards of the three of them to Yan Wei: "Are you coming? Take it or should I come? Or should everyone take one?"
"You take it," Yan Wei pushed back, "This key card can be opened by any door at first, but after we choose the berth, there is everyone's bed number on the key card, Can't open someone else's sleeper room."
"Do you think someone might come? Snatch it?"
"It's not possible, but someone will definitely want to snatch it, even including us. Since the death list is a kind of death law, the bed is not safe. If the person selected tonight is really 1109, What will we do?"
Lin Qing put the three key cards into the inner pocket of her clothes and said, "I will help you grab the key card of other sleeper berths."
The same goes for other people.
Death can not be changed, the only way to struggle is to change the bed to sleep.
"If someone comes to rob me, I really can't keep it. After all, I can't beat most people. Everyone? Take a card, which actually increases the probability of the door card being robbed. It's better to put it in yours. In this way, if someone comes to snatch it, the probability of snatching it right is only one-third, and it may not be possible to get it from you.”
Lin Qing nodded.
Yan Wei's footsteps paused—Yan Mingguang's speed in front of him slowed down
He tilted his head and saw Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao walking from the front. Both of them looked serious, as if they were in deep thought.
They also saw Yan Wei and others.
Yan Wei didn't even need to ask, he knew what they were doing—their thoughts were similar. It should be the same with Ding Xiao, he showed a clear expression when he saw Yan Wei.
They walked in facing each other and stopped in the middle of the fourth car behind the dining car.
"Yan Wei? You..." Xu Miaomiao paused, showing hesitation. She glanced at Ding Xiao, not sure if Ding Xiao wanted to talk.
Instead, Ding Xiao said bluntly: "Are you going to see the situation ahead? No need to go."
When she was speaking, even though Yan Mingguang was the person at the front, she still looked at Yan Wei who was behind Yan Mingguang.
Yan Wei and Ding Xiao met eyes, blinked and said, "Why?"
"Because I can't see it."
Yan Wei suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. This premonition has been faintly emerging, related to this cramped and crowded space, entwined with the kind of despair that arises spontaneously physiologically because of being unable to leave.
Ding Xiao's next words hit Yan Wei's heart with a slight sense of foreboding.
"If you can't go to the end, no matter how far you go, you can't see the front of the car."