Yan Wei didn't move for the first time.
The too pale light of the flashlight penetrated through the gap in the door, completely outlining the outline of the thing at the door. He clutched the flashlight tightly, and the handle of the flashlight was icy cold, but not as cold as the one on his arm.
In an instant, no? Within a second, thousands of thoughts flashed through Yan Wei's mind.
No? It takes eight minutes to activate the dead state, and it is only a moment if it can be delayed for a moment.
"Xu Miaomiao" outside the door was still urging, the image coming through the cat's eyes became more terrifying, the white face was covered with black and red blood stains, as if it was about to flow into Yan Wei's eyes in the next moment.
Yan Wei felt that the hand holding his arm was getting stronger, and it hurt him a lot.
On his left is the upper bunk where he and Yan Mingguang slept, the lower bunk was Lin Qing, and Cao Qun should be the only one on the right, and Cao Qun obviously would not suddenly grab his arm at such a moment.
Yan Wei didn't move, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "Yan Mingguang."
On his left side, the man's sharp voice came, short and low: "Yes."
No Cao Qun? For some reason, there was no movement.
Lin Qing was the same as before, very calm, and said quietly: "Yan Wei, don't you? If so, don't open the door and continue to sleep. Maybe there is a ghost with disheveled hair, exposed liver, dark eyes, and pale face outside. ?”
——It turned out that this was the appearance of the ghost who was holding him.
Yan Wei was silent for a moment, as if he hadn't noticed the existence of the ghost at all, and said, "Let me think about it? Open the door."
"Tu Tuk—" "Tu Tuk—" "..."
The knock on the door was so hard that the sliding door began to vibrate.
There are two ghosts.
There are ghosts outside, and there are ghosts inside. Opening the door is a dark walkway and unknown situation, no? Opening the door is a fight of the beast in a confined space.
They must have triggered something somewhere, and they didn't know it.
Yan Wei felt that the hand holding him was getting stronger and stronger, but he was still stalling for time.
five minutes later.
A feeling of horror spread from the back of the spine, rushing into my mind. Yan Wei made a decisive decision, pressed his finger on the door lock, and suddenly shouted: "Let's go out!!"
The sliding door opened instantly.
The light of the flashlight flickered under Yan Wei's hasty movements. For a moment, a crooked silhouette flashed in front of his eyes. The neck of the figure was broken? Half of it, the head hung on the other half and tilted to the side—this? Not at all? Yes Xu Miaomiao, but the ghost they saw flashing by in the restaurant when they got in the car!
Seeing the sliding door open, the ghost outside the door smiled ferociously at Yan Wei with a crooked face.
Blood flowed from its mouth and dripped unscrupulously on the ground.
At the same time, behind Yan Wei, Yan Mingguang, who had been prepared for a long time, raised his hand suddenly, and instantly grabbed the hair of the ghost holding Yan Wei's arm inside the door. Grabbing the hair of this ghost thing and tossing it back.
The ghost's sharp nails slid down several bloody scars on Yan Wei's arm, and the smell of blood instantly filled the air. Yan Wei didn't pause at all, just glanced at the ghost in front of the door, then rushed out, bypassed the door, and ran to the next carriage with all his strength.
The ghost in the sleeper room seemed to be thrown directly to the window by Yan Mingguang, making a dull crashing sound.
The ghosts outside the sleeper room stared at Yan Wei.
Although Yan Mingguang rushed out behind Yan Wei, his speed was much faster than Yan Wei's, but he took Yan Wei's hand and ran forward in an instant.
Behind him, the ghost with half of its neck turned around, looked at them, and came chasing after them. It seems to be moving forward slowly, but in fact it is close at hand in the blink of an eye.
But the sliding door between their berths was suddenly closed again at this moment
Lin Qing and Cao Qun haven't come out yet! !
Yan Wei's footsteps stopped, and under Yan Mingguang's tugging, he only heard Lin Qing's indifferent and steady voice from inside the door: "Run! No? Leave me alone!"
Behind him, the bluish-white hand raised by the ghost was already about to grab Yan Wei's back of the neck.
Even though he has the moon, he has no perception and cannot use the function of the moon. Legendary props can only offset the attack at this moment, and taking them out is just a drop in the bucket.
At the critical moment, Yan Wei knew that he couldn't turn back.
Everything that happened just now flashed through his mind, and he shouted: "Lin Qing, the number!! The number!! Our number tonight is wrong!!"
Lin Qing didn't answer.
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang had already passed the junction between carriage No. 11 and carriage No. 12. The door of the first berth in carriage No. 12 was wide open, and there was no one in it. That was supposed to be the residence of the two players of Yuemang, but Zhao Jingchen mistakenly thought that there would be an accident in the sleeper room tonight, so he stole Cao Qun's key card and took He Dong, another player of Yuemang, to the car of No. 11. I lived in the first sleeper room, so this room was naturally vacant.
No one opened the rest of the sleeper rooms, and the doors were tightly locked. Or there are people living in it, wishing to hide in it at this moment, there is absolutely no way to open it.
Only this one.
Yan Wei's eyes suddenly lit up.
The ghosts only need to attack one person. This is only the second night, so it is unlikely to kill three or four people in a row. Therefore, if one of him and Yan Mingguang hides, he will surely escape disaster.
He was panting, feeling Sen Han who was approaching immediately behind him, and just about to push Yan Mingguang in, he felt a huge pull on the wrist grabbed by the man—this? Man actually had the same idea as him!
In the blink of an eye, Yan Mingguang pushed Yan Wei into the first berth in the No. 12 carriage, and slammed the sliding door shut.
The strength of the other party was much stronger than him, and in an instant, Yan Wei fell on the small aisle between the berths, and the pull door that was instantly closed by Yan Mingguang separated him from Yan Mingguang.
As soon as the sliding door was closed, there was a sound from outside, as if something had slammed into the door. That ghost seems to be approaching? Yan Mingguang's body, one person and one ghost are entangled outside the door, and there is a dull tugging sound.
There is a folding point in the sliding door between the train sleepers, which needs to be pushed outwards to be opened.
Yan Wei pushed the door, but found that there was a huge weight outside the door, and he couldn't push it open at all. The sound between Yan Mingguang and the ghost came in through this door, which instantly exploded his nerves.
He yelled: "Yan Mingguang, let me out!! My not? Dead state is only two minutes away?—"
There was another muffled sound.
Yan Wei seemed to have heard the sound of the ghost grinding its teeth, the sound was like sharp fingertips rubbing against metal, making a harsh tone of "Zi la" and "Zi la". He can't use his perception, the door is pitch black, nothing can be seen, the entangled voice pierces into his mind like a spike.
He pushed the door hard, "Yan Mingguang!!!"
Yan Wei pressed his hand tightly against the door, the cold metal feeling extended from the surface of his skin, his hand was already a little stiff from the cold. And his forehead and back were covered with cold sweat, his face was miserable, as if all the blood in his body stopped flowing for a moment.
Under the crack of the door, thick blood slowly flowed in, soaking Yan Wei's knees half-kneeling on the ground. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was flowing down from the ghost or coming from Yan Mingguang.
At this moment, his voice became hoarse for half a degree: "... Yan Mingguang!!"
Yan Wei's mind went blank.
It was rare for him to feel the emotion of fear, and at this moment, he was invaded, and his reason had nowhere to rest.
A few seconds are but a moment, Yan Wei wanted to calm down, but the only thought that popped up in his mind was - if Yan Mingguang died here, would he still want to continue
Not anymore?.
Yan Mingguang is far more important than his ideals and goals.
They lived and died together in the dungeon, kissed in the hot spring full of ghosts, and even walked together? The top dungeon full of thorns. For him, Yan Mingguang not only lies in the compatible soul, but also lies in the fact that at this time when no one can keep up with his pace, the only motionless duckweed around him also proves that he is alive and The meaning of his existence.
As he said at the time.
Bright as day.
Yan Wei's hand was firmly pressed against the door, all knuckles were exerting force, and the skin of the fingertips still had a little blood on the frosted texture of the doorknob. The sleeve of his right arm was already soaked in blood, and the place where it was scratched by the ghost's sharp claws just now was bleeding, and under the tense muscles, it was even more painful. ,
Yan Mingguang didn't say a word, but muffled sounds kept coming.
There are still thirty seconds before the undead state is activated.
Yan Wei didn't even look at the wound. In the darkness, he stood up suddenly and took out a sharp knife.
He grabbed the edge of the upper bunk, jumped to the lower bunk, stepped on the bed board of the lower bunk, grabbed the railing of the upper bunk with one hand, and pierced the high door crack with the dagger in the other, intending to pry open the door from the high place .
suddenly.
The movement outside disappeared at this moment, and the cold and slightly hoarse voice passed through the crack of the door, wrapped in the smell of rust and blood in the air, but still like standing snow.
"Sit down, wait? I'll open the door."
Yan Wei paused.
In the front carriage, Lin Qing's voice passed through the two doors: "Are you all right? Those ghost things are gone?"
The words of Lin Qing and Yan Mingguang were very steady, no? They were as eager as before.
With a crisp sound of "铛—", the dagger slipped from Yan Wei's hand and fell straight to the ground.
Yan Wei loosened his body and jumped off the bed. His calves and knees were already soaked in blood, and the skin on his arms and fingertips was also torn, but it was rare that his cleanliness didn't flare up for a moment.
He bent down, groped for the dagger that fell on the ground in the dark, and picked it up, lest Yan Mingguang step on it when he entered the door.
No? The reminder sounded for the dead state, but it seemed to be useless.
The panic came quickly, but it also passed quickly after the crisis was resolved. A blank space in Yan Wei's mind was quickly occupied by chaotic thoughts and reasoning, his head was buzzing, thinking about what happened tonight.
The death list only wrote ?1101, Cao Qun changed the ? number to ?1109, and they added ?1202 to the death list.
But he is now in 1202, there are no ghosts here, it is pitch black, but it is also very quiet. Before the ghosts appeared on their side, there was a smell of blood and weird noises from the first sleeper room in carriage No. 11. Obviously something happened to Zhao Jingchen's side
No accident happened in 1202, did something happen in 1101? The bed number written by the player on behalf of the player is useless at all. The bed corresponding to the death list is fixed and cannot be changed. Their sleeper room should have triggered another death condition.
Thinking about it, Yan Wei recalled what Yan Mingguang said just now, his eyes filled with a hint of bewilderment. Holding the knife, he sat down slowly on the lower bunk on the other side.
When Yan Mingguang pushed the door open with a flashlight and entered, the column-like light emitted by the flashlight penetrated the air and scattered, outlining the outline of the young man sitting on the sleeper on one side.
The side face is soft and delicate, the ends of the eyes are like the end of stretched petals, gentle and well-behaved. The trembling eyelashes are particularly obvious in the light and shadow, and the amber eyes are more transparent than the scattered light.
Yan Wei even held a saber in his hand, and the blade almost reflected light and shadow in the light beam, so it was removed.
Yan Wei threw the dagger that was picked up just now on the corner of the bed again. He took a look at Yan Mingguang and stood up abruptly. Live? The other party's neck.
Lin Zhen retracted his gaze, lowered his head, raised his hand, and covered his own eyes.
He patted Yu Feizhou's shoulder with his other hand, and said, "They finished kissing? Call me."