The moment the painting appeared in front of the three of them, the surrounding air seemed to be a little colder.
The train still shakes? Moves on.
"Kangdang—" "Kangdang—" "..."
The small blackboard is located at the very end of the dining car. Yan Mingguang and the three of them are crowded in the seats behind all the dining tables and seats, silently looking at the painting on the back of the small blackboard.
There is no one on the dining tables and seats in front, and the bar counter is small and empty, but I don’t know if there is an invisible shade watching from the dark? They.
Xu Miaomiao shuddered inexplicably. This is clearly a painting that symbolizes a hero, but because of the time and place where it appeared, it brings a little bit of coldness.
Yan Mingguang held up the painting, turned his head, and glanced at the endless carriages and seats in front of him. One row connected? One row, one section connected? One section, the miniatures are getting smaller and smaller, and I don't know where the end is.
Lin Qing's expression became more serious.
"Prometheus Bound," Xu Miaomiao whispered its name, "it has many meanings. Foresight, rebellious hero, betrayer, and... endless pain."[1]
There are layers of seats and compartments in front of which you can't see the tail, endless,
Yan Wei withdrew his gaze from the endlessness in front of him.
He checked that there were no other players around, and then sat down on the seat next to Ding Xiao, and said, "You can call me by my name, and I get goosebumps when I hear the honorific address. We are just friends, there is no need."
"The friend who saved my life."
Yan Wei spread his hands: "I have saved many people." It's just that those people are basically dead, and only he and Yan Mingguang survived in the copy of the top layer, and formatted again.
"That's because you want to save everyone."
Yan Wei was speechless for a while. It's not that he can't answer, but Ding Xiao said he was the first time he went upstairs. This time, maybe it was the first failure that affected his thinking. He felt that he was no longer selfless and only wanted to save the people around him.
Seeing Ding Xiao in this dungeon, he did think of some things when he first went upstairs.
He has always had a bad temper, and he did save many people within his ability at that time. Some people died in one copy after another, and some people went all the way to the ninety floors, and even entered the copy with him at the end. Once there are too many people, it is easy to have a sense of faith, and when there are too many capable people, a sense of responsibility will arise.
Except for him, and Yan Mingguang, who is always with him no matter what he does, everyone else more or less agrees with Yan Wei's goal—to end everything with Pandora's Box. Ding Xiao was also one of them, but at that time, Ding Xiao was similar to Lin Qing. Although he had good potential, he couldn't keep up with Yan Wei's climbing speed, and he didn't bring these two people with him when he climbed to the top.
Or? It is precisely because Lin Qing and Ding Xiao have become one of the few old friends who are still alive.
Ding Xiao maintained a faint smile, and his eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved because of the smile, which was smudged on his fair skin, like a tranquil ink painting.
"I'm not surprised to see you. They say you're gone forever, but I don't think you're going to be unprepared in the way you act—always have someone behind you, it's you who saved me." That taught me."
"Climbing to the summit...failed?"
"If we succeed, we won't meet here. It's just..." Yan Wei raised his hand, pointing to the top of his head, "My purpose has been clearly revealed, is it maintained? The existence of all these operations doesn't really want to see me succeed in landing That's why this dungeon is more difficult than the usual 89th floor, I'm the one who dragged you down."
"So this time, you..."
"Same, climb to the top."
Ding Xiaoming nodded clearly. She was very clear about the purpose of Yan Wei talking to her alone, and said: "My skills can still be used, although they can only be used once, but if you need to forcibly read backtracking, leave it to me."
Yan Wei didn't refuse, he really came for Ding Xiao's skills.
He said: "We need to find the ladder. The origin of ghosts is very important. There is no retrospective illusion that can be actively entered here. I guess the flight attendants are too? Where I can help, I will let you know."
Ding paused with a smile.
Afterwards, she smiled softly: "Yan Wei, you are still the same as before, except for Mr. Yan, you are very polite to everyone."
But at the boundary of life and death, these politenesses that can only be maintained under peace are actually not necessary.
Yan Wei didn't answer anymore. He pulled back his windbreaker and was about to get up when his eyes were suddenly caught by the shadow covered by the seat on the other side.
The seats on the old trains are very crowded and there is no design to move the seats. The seat was glued tightly, and there were shadows underneath, all black and connected together.
But at this moment, on the other side of the aisle, under the seat parallel to the seat where Yan Wei and Ding Xiao were sitting, Yan Wei saw a head.
That head rolled out of the shadows and was falling? Facing Yan Wei, the eyes were empty, only a big blood hole that seemed to have no bottom. Even so, Yan Wei felt for a moment that this thing was looking at him.
There are so many dirty things everywhere on this train!
Beside him, Ding Xiao also stood up abruptly, apparently also aware of the existence of this thing.
Without any hesitation, Yan Wei stood up and said, "Go. Don't run."
Their body index and perception are completely suppressed. If they want to run, they can only run like ordinary people. In the face of these dirty things, there is actually not much difference between the running speed and walking speed of ordinary people. Running away is not only useless, it might trigger something else.
This thing didn't intend to do anything to them, it was probably a warning. All they have to do is leave immediately.
Yan Wei walked back quickly in the swaying carriage, Ding Xiao immediately followed behind Yan Wei, and walked towards the dining car on the narrow aisle.
Walking to the next carriage, the cold feeling on his back dissipated.
Ding laughed behind him and said, "It's warning."
"If you want to do it, you have to do it a long time ago. They have conditions for killing, even if they want to kill? It will be at the end of the dungeon. This is only the second day. It should be because we talked about the front of the car before and stayed there for a while. Those things don't want us to know too much."
Having said that, Yan Wei still didn't stop at his feet.
After a few carriages, Yan Wei saw Yan Mingguang and the three in the dining car.
Yan Mingguang was holding something in his hand, Xu Miaomiao and Lin Qing stood aside, their expressions were not very good. When Yan Wei walked in, he realized that they were all looking at a painting, and the frame material of this painting was very familiar, it was...
"The back of the small blackboard?" Yan Wei glanced at the empty iron wall.
Yan Mingguang nodded, and turned slightly to get out of view. An oil painting with an extremely classical style was presented in front of Yan Wei. The moment he saw it, the name of the protagonist of the painting popped up in Yan Wei's mind.
Ding Xiao also? Glancing at the painting, he understood what happened to Yan Mingguang and the others without asking. Without procrastinating, she said to Xu Miaomiao: "Miaomiao, give this clue to Yan Wei and the others first. The front compartment cannot go for the time being. Yan Wei and I were warned by a ghost just now. Let's go to the back compartment to see if it is the same. Case."
Seeing the back of Ding Xiao walking towards the back, Xu Miaomiao glanced at Yan Wei, and said in a low voice, "That's right, little brother, have you discussed cooperation with Sister Ding? Have you begged her?"
"..." Yan Wei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Be careful."
"Before dark, I hope you can make progress."
"You too."
Xu Miaomiao followed Ding Xiao to the back compartment. Yan Wei stared at the portrait for a while, and was about to say something when he heard the sound of a cart being pushed.
Yan Mingguang raised his eyelids, and silently turned the small blackboard back to the front, put it back to the place where the small blackboard was hanging, and quickly screwed back the screws.
He had just screwed on the last one when the flight attendant came with a cart. He didn't look at it? He didn't look at Yan Wei and the others. He took out a bunch of ingredients from the cart and worked on the bar for a while.
Seeing the flight attendant put the prepared food into the lunch box, Lin Qing suddenly said, "Today's meal is delicious."
A flight attendant, how well does the meal? It is an unusual thing to be so good.
The flight attendants will always pick up such daily trivial matters. He replied without thinking: "Because I have done it many times, and I am proficient."
"Many times? Don't you want to change to fresh dishes?"
"It's a good thing that something you are good at can be maintained forever, why change it?"
He put away the lunch boxes one by one, and piled the lunch boxes on the table next to the bar to wait? The player came to pick them up, and then pushed the cart away.
Lin Qing glanced at Yan Wei.
Yan Wei said: "Take it, if we don't eat today, we won't be able to run away when ghosts come. If there is really a problem with the food, no one can hide from us in this calamity, we can only see the tricks."
Today's lunch is roast lamb chops. Contrary to the ubiquitous age and dilapidation of this train, their meals for the past two days have been too good, as if all the energy of the flight attendants was put on preparing food for them.
Yan Wei flipped through the lunch box, and inside were grilled lamb chops wrapped in tin foil, an apple for each person, and even a fruit knife. The materials related to metal are all matte texture, not reflective, it seems that there is no problem.
Although he was a bit hungry at the moment, he was not in the mood to eat first, so he put it aside after a glance.
There was a sound from the sliding door, Lin Qing walked into the narrow sleeper room, closed the door, and sat facing Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang as before. He said: "Look, Cao Qun has been going back and forth in these carriages, sneaking around, probably still thinking about the death list. When I passed by him, he stopped me and asked about our situation, saying Is it worrying that the bed number symbolizes? Danger."
Yan Wei nodded: "I'm pretty good at acting."
He picked up the quilt and put it on his lap—he had clearly adapted to the damp and cold in the train, but for some reason, when he returned to their berth, it was even colder.
Is it because of the heavier rain outside
Yan Wei blew hot air on his own palm, and Yan Mingguang immediately pulled his hands over and covered them in the man's broad palms.
"How did you find that painting?" he asked.
Lin Qing looked at Yan Mingguang.
Yan Mingguang said: "There is rust on the caps of the screws at the four corners of the small blackboard, but they are unscrewed slightly, and there is no rust inside."
This shows that the blackboard is passive.
"This painting is Prometheus bound."
Lin Qing said: "I don't recognize this painting. I haven't been to school, and I'm not good at these things that require knowledge. But I've heard of Prometheus, the fire thief? Yan Mingguang said that this is the link we are missing. "
Yan Wei blinked, his eyes brightened slightly, "Yes, yes, this is indeed the missing link for us. We can't connect because we don't know the source of these ghosts. The fire thief made up for this link." ring."
Prometheus is a mythical figure. He and Athena created human beings. In order to meet the hardships of human beings, they stole fire and sent it to the world. Therefore, they offended Zeus who did not allow human beings to have fire. In order to punish Prometheus, Zeus chained him to a cliff and let him be eaten by eagles every day. [2]
To poor human beings, he is a hero.
To Zeus, he was a traitorous fire stealer.
Combining with the front of the oil painting, that is, the small blackboard, which says the death list, the meaning of this painting is obviously the latter.
Yan Wei took out the Yanzi coin and tossed it in his hand, thinking about the current situation for a moment.
"The ghosts are probably the workers of the train, or they may include the passengers who got on the train before. They will do something to the player who triggered the death condition, or they will kill the passengers on the bed number that appeared on the small blackboard, and Behind the death list is the punished fire thief, a symbol of endless torture. The most important element of Prometheus is the betrayed fire thief and non-stop torture, that is... "
"There is such a group of people—mostly train workers and even former passengers, who have done something, betrayed the 'divine right' over them, and suffered endless pain."
Yan Wei grabbed the falling coin, rubbed the edge of the coin with his fingertips, and said while thinking: "It should be the owner of the train, the train conductor, or the creator, who wanted to do something, but the workers on the train betrayed Him. So, he killed everyone on the train, and let these ghosts continue to kill new passengers, meaning endless torture, to punish the betrayers."
Lin Qing's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and said in a low voice, "We..."
Yan Wei raised his eyes and said word by word: "We are all Prometheus."