Cao Qunhua? As soon as the voice fell, the last bit of dim daylight in the carriage completely disappeared.
The curtains blocked the only car window that could be seen outside, and the night in the rain was also blocked outside. At this moment, the mechanical sound of the train moving forward was amplified by the darkness, but the sound of breathing and the slightly moving human voice were still clear.
The sound is very mixed.
Yan Wei clenched his fist subconsciously, pressing his fingertips firmly against his palm.
—Is this the voice of four people
This flashed for a moment, and the yellow light bulb above the sliding door flickered, and then turned on steadily? The light illuminated the four people in the sleeper room.
Yan Wei's tense breathing eased.
The sliding door was closed tightly, Cao Qun stood in front of the sliding door, frowning, hesitantly said: "If Zhao Jingchen doesn't die tonight, I will have one more enemy tomorrow? An enemy."
Lin Qing raised her eyelids, her eyes were cold, and she said, "If you don't drag him into the water tonight, there will still be another enemy tomorrow."
Cao Qun's eyes flashed, and he looked at it unconsciously? He glanced at the number "1109" next to the upper bunk on the upper right, knowing that he was wrong. He asked, "Where can I sleep when the lights of the train are turned off in a few hours?"
Yan Wei got up, pointed to the berth behind him, and said, "This one."
His eyes are in the shape of stretched peach petals, and the waves at the end of the eyes have softened? The whole face, even if the eyes are slightly drooping at this moment, can't reveal much? Coldness. Ke Qing's voice was tinged with disdain, and it was a bit cooler than the temperature of the train.
He didn't say any more? He didn't even look at Cao Qun. He got up, bent over to take off his shoes, put them under the ladder, and climbed neatly onto the upper bunk.
Yan Mingguang glanced at Cao Qun, then got up to give up the berth, and turned over to the upper berth where Yan Wei was.
Yan Wei muttered, "It's a bit crowded."
Indifferent voice: "Your face is a little cold."
There were two people squeezed into the narrow upper berth. Lin Qing seemed to be used to it. He didn't even move his eyes. He just lay down beside the table and sorted out the train situation he had explored so far. There was a rustle of paper flipping for a while, and then he turned his head to look at Cao Qun, and said displeasedly, "What are you still standing there for?"
Cao Qun sat down on the empty lower berth, thinking that just now he had a vague feeling that Yan Wei said it? Forget it, and said coolly: "It's not the first time you have passed the eighty-ninth floor. How easy to talk? Ah."
Lin Qing paused.
"I don't really want to talk to you."
Cao Qun choked for a moment and stopped talking.
The train is still moving forward amidst the sound of rain. Today's rain is heavier than yesterday's, and it has no intention of stopping until now. Judging from the temperature, here is in the transition from spring to summer, and the cool air is still cold to the bones.
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang were close together, almost huddled in each other's arms. Before the lights of the train were turned off, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in the tranquility before the storm, trying to refresh himself.
This copy, every step of the way? Be careful. If you want to take advantage of the progress of dungeons during the day, and night is the most dangerous time, you need to be vigilant at all times. Before and after this alternation of day and night, is it the only time when you can feel a little relieved
The refreshing soap scent of the people around is also covered with the unpleasant smell of rust, comfortable and peaceful.
Yan Wei thought too much, and he couldn't keep his mind from distracting thoughts like Yu Feizhou. He closed his eyes for a while, but from time to time he remembered something about the first time he climbed the tower and Yan Mingguang. Nothing important? On the contrary, it is some insignificant fragments.
Even in the last dungeon, Yan Mingguang still accompanied him to the last step.
For a long time, what they did was what he wanted to do.
Last time, he wanted to realize his utopian dream of saving everyone. Yan Mingguang has always been cold-hearted and kind-hearted, and it can be regarded as something Yan Mingguang would also like to do. This time, he still wanted to do this for the sake of the people around him and the goal of the first time. But entering the eighty-ninth floor is entirely for? His own selfishness? Is it selfishness for Yan Mingguang to take Lin Zhenyu to the tower? Yan Mingguang still has no complaints.
The dungeon that climbed to the top was almost dead, and it was almost predictable.
It has always been a false fantasy to get out of the building after climbing to the top. Because as long as you always get the bonus of the best player, keep climbing to the top floor, and successfully climb to the top, you can basically get 100,000 points.
Climbing to the top can directly leave the world inside the building, or you can use 100,000 points to exchange for Pandora’s Box, and you can make a wish—this has been circulating in the building for a long time.
But there is an obvious paradox in this.
If you can redeem a Pandora's Box to make a wish by reaching the top, why don't the people who reach the top exchange the Pandora's Box and make a wish for everyone to leave together instead of leaving directly
The building has existed for so long, so long that Yan Wei has never heard of when the first person came in, and he could reach the top floor, so it is impossible that none of the predecessors reached the top floor.
—He knew it the last time he went upstairs? Why is that.
Because Lou will do everything possible to make the person who climbs to the top stay in the copy on the top floor forever. All the people who went up to the tower last time died? Only Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang knew this clearly. To live safely, the best way is actually to keep going back and forth between the eighty and ninety floors. It's meaningless to live, but you can indeed live forever.
This time climbing the stairs, Yan Mingming knew the danger involved and could choose the way to survive, but he still went all-in with him.
Yan Wei closed his eyes and whispered, "Yan Mingguang."
"Um."
"Is there anything you want to do?"
"Why ask this?"
"After going out," Yan critically bit the word "going out", "what do you want to do? Before going out, I was doing what I wanted to do. After going out, I want to be with you want to do."
There was a silence.
Yan Wei opened his eyes, and in front of him was the upper bunk on the other side. The upper bunk that should have been Yan Mingguang was empty, and the quilts were neatly arranged. He leaned against Yan Mingguang's side, lying on his side, unable to see Yan Mingguang's expression. Yan Mingguang should be thinking.
After a while, Yan Mingguang said in a low voice: "I have always been a person without goals."
Yan Wei was taken aback: "Huh?"
"You are my target."
Yan Wei's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he opened his mouth. The unwritten sound only slightly swayed from his lips, and he closed his mouth again. No more talking.
He closed his eyes, this time his heart was clear and there was no other debris.
Copy before projection.
Yu Feizhou sighed: "That dirty thing is still in their room."
Lin Zhen sneered: "Maybe he is afraid of them and dare not come out."
"It's unlikely." Knowing that Lin Zhen was joking to cheer up the atmosphere, Yu Feizhou said seriously, "You don't need to worry about the strength of Yan Mingguang and your brother? What I worry about is that that dirty thing is in ambush. Yan Wei It's also a human being, so high pressure? A difficult dungeon, since he entered the dungeon, he has been in a highly tense state of constant calculations. As long as he relaxes a little, holes will be left. At that time, this thing will make another move... "
Lin Zhen was leisurely, and said indifferently: "At most it's a sneak attack. My brother's belief in Yan Wei is almost the same as watching him. If anything happens, he will definitely go up and block it. Look, what if something happens to Yan Wei? Yan Wei Ming Guang will definitely make a move, and my brother will definitely block the knife by himself. If he wants to block the knife? If he dies, you can use me to block the knife for him, or if I die, the three of them will be fine."
Yu Feizhou looked at him, opened his lips? closed them, closed them and opened them again.
finally.
"Not necessarily," he said.
"Lin Qing also entered? This time the eighty-nine-story dungeon. This dungeon, their ultimate purpose is to let us get the invitation letter."
Yan Wei was dreaming.
He is thoughtful, dreaming is very common, and only occasionally when he lies with Yan Mingguang will he have no dreams at night.
He had this dream very clearly, knowing clearly that it was a dream.
In the dream, he was looking at the interface of Pandora's Box and was about to redeem it. Yan Mingguang was beside him, holding his hand, and stopped him from making an exchange.
The man's usual steady voice came up with ups and downs: "It's better to give up."
Yan Wei was startled.
In the dream, Yan Mingguang said to him again: "Even if we take the ability to go out, maybe we still have to face the life, old age, sickness and death of ordinary people. It's better to stay here. When we reach the ninety-ninth floor, we will descend back to the eighty-ninth floor, forever. alive."
Can't Yan Mingguang say such words? Come on.
That person has always been cold and calm, and his black pupils are as sharp and firm as a blade.
Yan Wei clearly knew that it was probably the thing born out of Lou that was influencing his will. He remembered that when they climbed to the top, Yan Mingguang had always supported him, and it was absolutely impossible for him to say such shrinking words.
Even though he knew it was fake, he said, "If you want? I'll stay, I might... really want to stay."
"Yan Mingguang" showed joy: "Then let's go! Let's leave the top floor now, we..."
Yan Wei's eyes suddenly blurred and he got up, the sound of "Yan Mingguang" faded away, and the sound of the train's machinery rubbing and the sound of rain intertwined and rolled into his eardrums.
He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were pitch black, and his whole body was still icy except for the place leaning against Yan Mingguang.
"You slept for a while just now," Yan Mingguang whispered in his ear, "I woke you up when the light went out?"
"I was dreaming just now," he said.
Ordinary dreams don’t need it? That’s why I said it specifically. Yan Mingguang instantly understood what Yan Wei meant, and said, "Don't even believe it."
"Hmm. Did you hear that?"
"heard it."
Lin Qing's voice came from the lower berth: "I heard it too."
Cao Qun was surprised: "You started to act so soon?"
It was the sound of sharp blades rubbing against hard bones, fine and persistent, moistened with a strong smell of blood. The sound was a bit far away, it didn't sound like it was coming from the two sleeper rooms, it seemed like there was a room apart.
Bed 1101.
If Zhao Jingchen stole Cao Qun's room card, but still went back to the 12th car, and the 1101 bed was empty, there would not be such a sound.
Zhao Jingchen still went to the sleeper where 1101 was located.
Yan Wei said word by word, "He won't live until tomorrow."
This time, instead of making judgment-like assertions in the daytime, it was calm like stating facts.
After a while, there was a bigger movement outside. It seemed that something sharp hit the iron sheet of the train, repeatedly, with a pause, as if it was consuming a lot of energy. This is also mixed with the sound of rapid footsteps, the footsteps are on the corridor, just outside the room of Yan Wei and others.
"Tu Tuk—" "Tu Tuk—"
This time the sound came from the sliding door.
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang sat up slightly at the same time.
"Yan Wei? Yan Mingguang? Open the door, I'm Xu Miaomiao!" The knock on the door became extremely urgent with Xu Miaomiao's voice, "Quick, there's our room? Sister Ding is dragging those things, Let me find you first!!"
Yan Wei got up abruptly, stepped on the ladder and fell to the ground.
In the dark, relying on his memory, he felt the anti-lock of the sliding door in an instant.
Behind him came the sound of Yan Mingguang turning over and down, Yan Wei's right arm was pulled, and there was a slight coldness.
He said, "Don't worry, I know."
Outside the door, Xu Miaomiao became more and more anxious, knocking harder and harder, as if knocking on Yan Wei's nerves.
Yan Wei slowly moved forward, and put one eye on the cat's eye of the sliding door.
The cat's eye has a concave-convex feeling on the edge, which magnifies the most central scene in front of the door. The curtains on the aisle were drawn tightly, and there was only a little moonlight shining through the cloudy clouds outside the train, and under the cover of the curtains, it was even better than nothing, with only a slight outline in the darkness.
Yan Wei took out his flashlight to shine on the door, leaned on the door, and saw Xu Miaomiao's magnified face through the peephole.
Against the backdrop of the flashlight, that face was extremely pale and bloodless. The sound of knocking on the door was clearly still there, and the female voice that asked him to open the door was still accompanied by the violent knocking sound, but the lips on that face did not move at all.
The next moment, I don't know if the "person" outside the door sensed that Yan Wei was spying on him, that face slowly approached, and stuck to Yan Wei's eyes through the cat's eyes, his pale face moved slightly. The eyes that were originally lifeless instantly turned into pitch black with no whites, and blood dripped from the two corners of the eyes.
The urging voice of "Xu Miaomiao" was still in his ears, and the sliding door was vibrating uncontrollably due to the violent knocking.
Through the cat's eyes, it slowly pulled out a smile.
Yan Wei's hands were instantly cold.
Not because of this horrifying scene, but because of the force pulling his arm from the right side, and the cold touch on the skin of his arm through the fabric of the clothes.
The upper bunk where he and Yan Mingguang slept was clearly on his left side.