For a while, the three of them were silent.
The sound of "cracking" rain hit the eardrums, and the sound of raindrops crackling on the iron sheet of the train was like a sonata on a coffin board, which gave Yan Wei a headache.
He murmured, "... our sleeper room is so cold."
Yan Mingguang held his hand even harder.
"What is that person who is probably the creator of the train going to do? Things? Things? What did the people on the train betray him?" Lin Qing asked, her eyes flickering.
Normal things? How could this series of bizarre things happen
Nature is not a normal thing? Things.
The biggest anomaly of this train...
Yan Mingguang's voice sounded unhurriedly: "Never-stop, never-ending train."
"Zeus may be the owner, creator, train conductor, etc. of the train, who has power over others; Prometheus the victim is us, or those ghosts; as for the pecking Prometheus The vicious eagle in the liver can be understood as the tortured person who has turned into a ghost and turned into an executioner, or maybe? It may be a flight attendant. If he wrote the death list, he fits the concept of "execution" and also? Day no? Change this feature.”
"These are very clear," Yan Mingguang said, "only two points, what is the 'fire'?? Why? The train is endless?"
"'Fire' must have something to do with the endless train," Yan Wei concluded. "As for what to do? What betrayal? Wait? Tomorrow my undead status will be activated, let's catch a ghost, use these keys Words, let Ding Xiao compulsively watch the backtracking of ghosts."
Everything comes back to the most important core - that is, what did these murderous ghosts do before they were alive?, to experience a tragic death and turn into these horrible dirty things.
As long as you figure out what's going on, breaking the game is half the battle.
Yan Wei glanced at the lunch box that the three of them built together, and said, "Eat first. After Ding Xiao and the others come back in the afternoon, we will check the information. It will probably be dark soon. Tonight..."
His hand rubbed against Yan Mingguang's palm, capturing the other's body temperature. But he could also feel that the back of Yan Mingguang's hand was also slightly cold. This person doesn't wear more clothes than him, but because of his good physique, he hasn't had it all this time? He's just afraid of the cold.
Even Yan Mingguang? Do you feel cold
Yan Wei paused.
He squinted his eyes and scanned the square inch in front of him.
The curtains swayed slightly due to the swaying of the train, and even the gloomy light that penetrated was swaying slightly, and the small sleeper room was dark and drowsy. All the slightly reflective materials are completely covered and lifeless.
Lin Qing was opening the lunch box, and Yan Mingguang was covering his hand.
"What?" the man asked him, but didn't wait. After Yan Wei answered, he continued, "It's not quite right."
Yan Wei glanced at Yan Mingguang.
This time, Yan Mingguang seems to be not as confident as the copy of the puppet castle. Despite this, this person has always been calm and calm, and has been silently searching for clues, without any panic that his body index cannot be used.
At this moment, Yan Wei has recovered the memory of going upstairs for the first time, and is very clear about Yan Mingguang's climbing style.
Even Yan Mingguang bluntly said it was not right...
The next moment, the two got up almost at the same time, and looked at the shadows under the lower beds on both sides - that was the only blind spot here.
-Nothing at all?.
Yan Wei withdrew his gaze, and inexplicably remembered the head that looked at him and Ding Xiao just now, and frowned slightly: "This car has a sense of prying eyes everywhere..."
Lin Qing arranged the lunch box without changing his face from the beginning to the end, and said, "I also? Have? The same feeling, but I don't see anything? Things."
"After dinner, check all the things and blind spots here again. Then..."
Yan Wei opened the tin foil on the lunch box in front of him, and the hot air rushed towards his cheeks, carrying the aroma full of seasoning. He picked up the metal fork on the side and said, "Lin Qing, I'm going to do something later."
Lin Qing paused, "Say it."
"Others will not be idle. Zhao Jingchen went to the front just now. It won't be long before he will find out whether the train is there or not? The matter at the end, wait? When he comes back, I'll divert his attention. You go to the small blackboard in the dining car, Write 1202 below 1109. Then go to Cao Qun—Cao Qun will not leave the dining car and No. 11 car for too long, let him put his key card in his pocket, and just walk around more. Said that we can help him, are high-level players, he will understand."
"1202... The first room in the 12th carriage is where the two bastards Yuemang lived." Lin Qing thought, "It is impossible for everyone to get nothing today, Zhao Jingchen is not stupid, he must have understood the bed number that appeared on the blackboard in the afternoon It can't be a good thing? You want Zhao Jingchen to think that he is also being targeted, and just saw that Cao Qun's key card was easy to steal, so he stole Cao Qun's key card and went to bed No. 1101 to sleep in bed? "
Yan Mingguang: "Zhao Jingchen should sleep on the upper bunk. There are railing marks on his wrist?"
The bed number of each carriage of the train is counted from the first upper berth and numbered from top to bottom. The first upper berth is 01, the first lower berth is 02, the second upper berth is 03, the second lower berth is 04, and then the next sleeper is numbered starting from 05.
1202 is the first lower berth in carriage 12.
"That's what I want. He's not stupid. Not only is he not stupid, who can appear in this dungeon without any experience in fighting openly and secretly? If he really wrote Zhao Jingchen's bed number directly, he would immediately suspect that it was Someone is cheating him. It’s not the bed he sleeps in, but he will worry? Is there a bed? What? The problem has troubled him, so find another way, the best way is to sleep in another place.”
And at that time, what if there happened to be Cao Qun, who was wandering outside with a door card carelessly in his outer pocket
"Kangdang—" "Kangdang—" "..."
The car has also been driven for a whole day, and in the real world, it is enough to travel from one city to another distant city. But the sound of rain is still there, maybe? I don’t know if there are only cloudy and rainy days in this dungeon, which makes people feel annoyed.
Zhao Jingchen hurried back from the carriage in front, not daring to turn back a step.
Behind him, He Dong looked nervous and said in a low voice, "The feeling of being stared at is gone."
At this moment, they have reached the next two carriages where the flight attendant lives, and two carriages ahead, there is the flight attendant's room, followed by the dining car.
Zhao Jingchen also noticed the disappearance of that creepy feeling. He slowed down his pace and said, "Have we walked through more than forty carriages? Looking forward, it is still the same bottomless. There is no end to this train..."
"What if it's a blindfold?" He Dong said, "This kind of trick? It's not uncommon. Maybe the next car is the front of the car, but the ghosts have created visual illusions for us so that we don't go down. We Was it targeted by dirty things just now? It makes sense, just to let us come back quickly."
Zhao Jingchen walked forward and shook his head: "That thing appeared when we were talking about the end of the train. It was a warning. We are not the only ones who are going forward today. Now I understand why? They all turned back."
"There must be? What? Question—"
Zhao Jingchen paused for words.
They had already reached the first hard-seat car after the dining car and the crew's living car, and Yan Wei's figure broke into his sight.
Standing beside Yan Wei was Yan Mingguang, and the two of them were watching carefully on a row of seats, obviously looking for clues. For the first time, Lin Qing didn't act together with these two people, and he didn't know where he went.
As soon as Zhao Jingchen and He Dong came to this carriage, Yan Wei also noticed their approach, stopped his movements and turned his head to look over.
The moment he met the other party's eyes, Zhao Jingchen smiled.
During the day, he wasted some time washing off the dirt on his body. The sweater jacket had been torn at that time, and he had completely changed it now. Only this time, he didn't? Like before, he covered most of his face with a hat. He generously revealed this delicate and beautiful face—for Yan Wei's reaction when he saw his face.
Sure enough, this time, Yan Wei also showed disgust and anger.
"What did you find?"
Yan Wei stared at his face, and said coldly: "What did you find? What does it have to do with you?"
Zhao Jingchen walked forward slowly, shrugging his shoulders, "The players are not in a competitive relationship, sharing clues is mutually beneficial."
"No need." Yan Wei stopped looking at him, turned around and searched this place again, "I feel disgusted when I see your face."
"Shouldn't I miss it? Zhou Tian has a good relationship with you guys..."
Yan Mingguang gave him a cold look, but Yan Wei ignored him.
Zhao Jingchen walked through the narrow aisle, and when he passed Yan Wei, Yan Wei moved into the seat in disgust, not wanting to have any contact with Zhao Jingchen at all.
Suddenly, he stopped.
Behind him, He Dong asked puzzledly, "Why didn't you leave?"
Zhao Jingchen glanced at Yan Wei. He remembered that in the morning, he was forced into a panic by the two mirrors, almost died, and also lost the legendary props that he had always been with. At that time, Yan Wei, whom he had never noticed, was still standing there clean and tidy, looking down at him.
It's like watching a jumping clown.
Zhao Jingchen's eyes darkened, and the facial features that had always maintained a sweet smile on Zhou Tian's face were slightly distorted. Darkness grew in his heart, and he couldn't help wanting to see Yan Wei lose his composure.
He said, "Yan Wei, do you know why I changed my face?"
Yan Wei paused.
"I don't know if Zhou Tian has? I didn't mention it to you. Strictly speaking, I was with her before—it was just a time with a different face. At that time, I changed my identity to get a prop in the lower-level dungeon, and continuously dropped There are many layers, and I happened to know her. I like her face very much, so I was with her. Later, I got the prop in a dungeon, and I changed my face and went back to the upper level. She... should think that I am dead Is it in that copy?"
Yan Wei was bending over and pretending to look under the seat, and tightened his grip on the back of the seat.
He didn't speak, but the sides of his fingertips turned from red to white due to too much force.
Zhao Jingchen smiled triumphantly and walked away.
Yan Mingguang leaned over slightly, and his broad palms slowly slid across Yan Wei's back, as if stroking a vigilant cat. Does the man's voice have any biased emotions, like a final judgment: "He won't live until tomorrow."
The strength in Yan Wei's hands loosened.
His ears moved slightly, even if he didn't have perception? His hearing, which was more sensitive than ordinary people, caught the movement of the car in front.
The two people's footsteps were getting further and further away, but they stopped suddenly not far away - they should have reached the end of the dining car. The noise of the train seemed to be mixed with He Dong's short exclamation.
Yan Wei chuckled and said, "He won't live until tomorrow."
In the evening, Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao came back from the rear compartment.
Ding Xiao turned pale, and went back to the sleeper room to rest. Xu Miaomiao and Yan Wei met in the corridor of the sleeper car.
"Sister Ding just used four props at once." Xu Miaomiao's expression was not good, and she could even be said to have lingering fears. It’s much deeper, hasn’t it? When we walked to the end, we encountered a ghost instead. Sister Ding consumed four props before we came back safely.”
A thoughtful look flashed across Yan Wei's eyes, and he said, "Ding Xiao and I were in the hard-seat car in front, and we encountered something dirty, but after we walked back, that thing didn't touch us. How could it be consumed all at once? Four props? Is it abnormal to go backwards?"
Although Yan Wei doesn't know what level Ding Xiao is now, but from the attitude of other players towards Ding Xiao, it can be seen that Ding Xiao's current strength should be no different from Lin Qing.
It can make Ding Xiao feel dangerous, how dangerous is it
Xu Miaomiao said: "No, there is nothing unusual. Go to the back of the train, first there are sleeper cars similar to ours, after about a dozen, there are hard-seat cars again. We walked a dozen of hard-seat cars , or? It’s the same as walking forward, you can’t see the end, you can’t see the head. Sister Ding thinks this is doing useless work, and after calculating the time for the return journey, we continue to move forward. Later, we felt the gaze of dirty things——Ding Ding My sister didn't look back at that time."
"We continued to go down, and the dirty thing started to attack us, and that's how it is now. But it's not like nothing, those dirty things don't seem to be there? How difficult to deal with, it's not the kind of attack that kills us, if we All the people are going forward together, and they are well prepared, at least they can get out of hundreds or even thousands of carriages—if there are so many of them."
Yan Wei understood: "But this attempt is very unnecessary, and it is almost tantamount to death, because after walking so far, if you can't come back, you will die. There is no end of the train, so maybe after going so far, there is nothing? Nothing?"
"Yes."
"It's getting dark, let Ding Xiao take a good rest first. There are no sleepers in the sleeper rooms? You guys, there shouldn't be anything wrong with you tonight."
"but you… "
"Don't worry? We, the bed number on the blackboard has nothing to do with me."
Xu Miaomiao raised her eyebrows and didn't ask what? Obviously, she immediately understood the mystery. "Then I'm going back," she said.
Watching Xu Miaomiao return to their berth, Yan Wei turned around and went back to their berth. Yan Mingguang and Lin Qing were already waiting for him inside.
But he didn't? He closed the door, just sat down beside Yan Mingguang, looked at Lin Qing and said, "Have you done it?"
"It's all done."
About ten minutes later.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sun covered by the cloudy clouds outside seemed to be completely disappearing, and the light seeping through the curtains was almost gone. The rust smell filled the surroundings, and the moisture in the air was wrapped in ice cold, surrounding Yan Wei's side, and he shrank towards Yan Mingguang unconsciously.
In the darkness, a figure rushed directly into Yan Wei's sleeper room, and the moment they entered, they immediately closed the door of the sleeper room.
The visitor whispered: "Lin Qing discussed with me before, I can stay with you tonight."
Lin Qing glanced at Yan Wei, seeing Yan Wei nodding, he said: "Yes, we still have an empty berth."
"Kangdang—" "Kangdang—" "Kangdang—" "..."
"Wow--" "Wow--" "Wow--" "..."
Amidst the sound of rain and machinery, Cao Qun whispered, "It's done."