The train is shaking.
Yan Wei stood in the aisle that only allowed one person to walk by, holding the back of the seat beside him with one hand, pressing down slightly with his fingertips. The entire train is furnished in an old-fashioned style, and every row of homework is connected. The back of the chair is covered with a layer of dark green cloth, which feels like fiber cloth. When you rub it, your fingertips can burst into flames. Come.
Feeling the real touch in his hand, Yan Wei bypassed the figures of Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao and looked up. Row after row of seats are neatly arranged, and as the line of sight goes away, it becomes smaller and smaller.
The next carriage is no different from this one. Looking through the junction of the carriages, the seats shrink continuously, and then the junction of the next carriage and the next carriage.
Like a kaleidoscope filled with rust and dark green coarse cloth, layer after layer of visual overlap and concentration.
The five of them more or less glanced at the carriage ahead.
The train didn't know where it was heading, and even the carriage had no end, like the sound of rain outside, pattering, without ending. I don't know where those dirty things are hidden in the car, maybe I am sitting on the seat watching them at this moment, waiting for the slow execution. Except for Xu Miaomiao, all the people present have been to the 89th floor dungeon at least once, but at this moment they also felt the horror soaked in the bone marrow
No one questioned what Ding Xiao said, because there was no need.
Yan Wei withdrew his gaze, and lightly stroked the hand in his windbreaker pocket. He seems to have almost adapted to the place? It's dank and cold.
He stretched out his hand, patted Yan Mingguang, leaned forward slightly, and said to Yan Mingguang in a low voice: "...I have a chat with Ding Xiao alone? If there is danger, I will call you?"
His voice is very low, and his tone is quite gentle? He is ready for Yan Mingguang to disagree—after all, Yan Mingguang has never agreed before. This person is really stubborn, and his desire to control is worse than him? Even if Ding Xiao only admires him.
The man turned his head to look at Yan Wei. His side face was clearly defined in the dim light, and his expression was blurred with the light behind him. He didn't have any displeasure, but Yan Wei felt that Yan Mingguang's breath took a little longer, the low air pressure flashed past, and disappeared so quickly that Yan Wei almost thought it was his own illusion.
Yan Wei saw that Yan Mingguang nodded indistinctly, turned away without saying a word, and walked towards the direction they came from.
When leaving, Yan Mingguang even helped Yan Wei drag Lin Qing away, planning to take this time to find the flight attendant. Ding Xiao glanced at Yan Wei, and without asking a word, asked Xu Miaomiao to follow Yan Mingguang and Lin Qing temporarily. But for a moment, in the carriage with hard seats at the front and back? Only Yan Wei and Ding Xiao were left.
Ding Xiao sat down on the seat beside him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyebrows slightly curved, his expression as gentle as ever
The cool atmosphere dissipated a little in Ding Xiao's eyes. Yan Wei looked back at Yan Mingguang's back, feeling an inexplicable awkwardness in his heart.
Yan Mingguang made him feel very familiar and strange just now, because this was not the first time, but it had never happened when they first went upstairs. To be precise, it was the second time they climbed the building, Yan Mingguang took the lead in recovering memory and data.
He was obviously close at hand as before, but every time he was intimate, it was either Yan Mingguang's accompanying company taking care of him unilaterally, or just like before, the emotions that flashed by for a moment, and what followed? Yu Li's restraint.
If he goes to kiss Yan Mingguang, the subconscious reaction of his body, Yan Mingguang will be more violent than his temptation, but he will also stop faster; if he curls up in Yan Mingguang's arms to sleep, this person will be the same as before He pressed his lips against his earlobe, exhaling hot air, but he would not take the initiative to take any further steps; if he did something that Yan Mingguang would be jealous of before, it would be like just now that Yan Mingguang's desire to control would instantly envelope him. He, but the next moment it seemed like an illusion.
Yan Wei subconsciously grabbed the two cold Yanzi coins in his pocket.
Amidst the roar of the train, Ding Xiao lowered his voice: "You are still alive."
Xu Miaomiao was at the bar of the dining car.
Here? It's just one corner of the dining car, surrounded by a semi-curved table that reaches the height of a person's waist. Inside is a small but well-equipped cooking table. The inside of the bar table is a series of floor cabinets. The narrow space cannot contain too much light. In the dimness, sneakiness seems to appear at any time.
She maintained 200% vigilance, holding a fruit knife drawn from the knife rack in her hand.
Fruit knives are the same as those tableware. Although they are all made of metal, the surface has a matte texture and will not reflect any shaped shadows. The edge edge presents a slightly wavy edge, and there are several small gaps.
She put the fruit knife back into the knife holder and pulled out another cooking knife, and it was the same situation.
The entire train, from the dilapidated berths, seats, and table boards, to the traces of excessive use of the kitchen utensils, all reveal the age of time just like the smell of rust in the carriage.
Xu Miaomiao finished reading these things inside the bar, and said to Yan Mingguang who was standing in front of the small blackboard, "I? I finished reading, and I didn't see anything that looks like a ladder."
Yan Mingguang still stood straight in front of the small blackboard, without turning his head, just nodded slightly.
Xu Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief. It was obviously cooperation, and Yan Mingguang didn't put any pressure on her, so she still subconsciously dared not say much. Before she entered the world inside the building, her family environment was not bad. After entering the world inside the building, she was directly trained by Ding Xiao because of her proficiency in deduction. Compared with other people, it can be called smooth sailing. .
So even in front of Ding Xiao, she didn't have any feelings of inferiority or awe, at most she was grateful. Including Yan Wei, she knows that the other party is very smart, and every time she communicates, she has a sense of crisis and a sense of cherishing her opponent, and she will not shrink back at all.
But Yan Mingguang made her realize for the first time that a person can really be so cold that no one around him dares to get close to him.
Every time she saw Yan Mingguang before, she was with Yan Wei, and now she was alone with Yan Mingguang for the first time. Even though her mind was clear, she couldn't speak casually like facing other players of Bianhua.
Just now? Four other players came to the dining car and wanted to continue to check the details, but Yan Mingguang was standing there, and the four of them actually left the dining car directly.
What a living hell.
When Xu Miaomiao walked out of the bar, Lin Qing happened to come back from the previous carriage.
"The flight attendant's room is normal," Lin Qing said. "He also chatted with me for a while, about trivial daily routines, how he cooks every day, how he cleans the train... including the bar counter in the dining car. What? What? How will the daily menu be prepared? Basically, we will chat. I? If? Ask some things like the origin and destination of the train, he will think about it, but basically he can’t remember As for the small blackboard, I didn’t mention a single word.”
Hearing this, Yan Mingguang's eyes moved slightly, he raised his hand, and something moved over the small blackboard.
Xu Miaomiao thought for a moment, and said: "Basically, it's almost as expected. No matter what the flight attendant is actually, what he shows is just a functional npc."
—But the maliciousness and terror that are everywhere in this copy are so great, would it really be so kind to set up a functional npc for them to deal with trivial matters
Yan Mingguang paused for a moment while fiddling with the small blackboard, and said calmly, "No."
"The functions of the flight attendant can be replaced. Players can clean up the traces of dirty things by themselves or leave them directly. For food, just open the mall. It is impossible for him to know nothing, either he is a member of the ghosts, or It’s the person who is enslaved by ghosts, for example, the words on this blackboard, maybe he wrote them for those dirty things.” Xu Miaomiao didn’t know what Yan Mingguang was doing, and walked towards the small blackboard from the bar.
Lin Qing said: "So I came back, because it is useless to ask him."
"What is this object that symbolizes the ladder?" Xu Miaomiao sighed, "According to what you said, there are ghosts on the train and workers on the train, so I am more inclined to ask, what happened to this train? Let the workers in the car die and turn into ghosts. Then the item that cracks the dungeon must be related to the case that happened in the past. Death is oppressive, and death triggers are often related to ghosts. This is common sense.”
There is no need to explain this point, the three of them naturally know it.
For example, if a ghost died of a certain cause of death, if the players come to the place where the ghost died, or repeat the actions of the ghost, they may suffer the same death method. This is the case of the copy of the schoolhouse of death that Yan Wei and the others advanced. mechanism.
"What are we missing?" Lin Qing came to a conclusion, "Suppose, what happened on the train? Something weird or bloody happened to make this train look like it is now, and it still can't leave. In the end, then this matter has something to do with the reflective thing and the death list. These two things are not related at all."
Xu Miaomiao frowned.
What Lin Qing said was exactly what she thought.
She stopped behind Yan Mingguang, looked at Yan Mingguang, and realized that he was turning the screws at the four corners of the small blackboard.
After parting from Yan Wei, the man who had always been a man of few words finally uttered a long series of words at once after unscrewing the last screw.
"In the dungeon in the building, lying is the truth, the truth is the narrative, and avoiding it is the truth."
His voice was slightly cold, but it seemed to dispel the cold in the carriage.
"What we lack is this."
Yan Mingguang held the four screws that fixed the small blackboard in his hands. The caps of the screws were in the palm of his hand. There were some traces of rust, but the body of the screws was quite smooth.
He grabbed the left and right lower corners of the small blackboard, took it down, and flipped it over.
Xu Miaomiao and Lin Qing both paused.
—It was a complete oil painting.
On the oil painting, sharp-edged gray-black rocks and gloomy weather occupy the background of the painting. The old trees stretch out their branches and leaves, but they almost blend into the dark sky. In the center of the picture, on a rock, a man with his wrists bound by chains is lying on his back, seemingly struggling or dodging, his limbs are in awkward postures, and his muscles seem to be stiff due to exertion or pain.
A sturdy eagle with outstretched wings occupies the right side of the picture. One eagle claw pressed the man's forehead, and the other eagle claw grasped the man's abdomen.
The sharp eagle's beak was facing his chest, taking out a piece of flesh, and his face was twisted into a ball due to pain.