Yu Feizhou turned his head, glanced at Lin Zhen seriously from top to bottom, and said, "You are not injured."
Lin Zhen still covered his eyes, and said carelessly: "Again, I'm not in the dungeon."
Yu Feizhou shifted his gaze back to Lin Qing's perspective.
In the picture, Lin Qing, like Yan Mingguang and the others, took out a small lamp and put it aside. His expression was still solemn, and there was only a touch of emotion in his deep black eyes, without any waves.
And on his right shoulder, the clothes were completely soaked, the blood was smeared, and there was a bloody hole in the blood—it was just pierced by the ghost in the sleeper room.
He didn't cry out for pain, but his right arm trembled slightly. The wound did not disappear, it just remained on Lin Qing's right shoulder.
The dim light illuminated the situation inside.
The dirty thing had disappeared just now, but the floor between the berths was covered with blood, and the sound of ticking could be heard endlessly.
Lin Qing was sitting on one side of the sleeper, and opposite him, on the other side of the sleeper, the original snow-white bedding had completely turned into a bright red color. The ticking of blood also came from this sleeper.
Cao Qun's body was spread out on the lower bunk.
— is a real spread out.
His whole body was roughly torn open in the middle, the uneven wound stretched from his forehead down to his waist, as if he was torn apart from the middle, and even his internal organs were exposed. There is still undigested food in the broken stomach, emitting a disgusting sour smell.
Lin Qing's expression did not change.
He took out the wound medicine, treated the wound on his shoulder, and shouted across a carriage: "Cao Qun is dead, don't come over here, Yan Wei guessed right, it's the number of people, after Cao Qun died, the ghost I left by myself. If you come here now, it is easy to have the wrong number of people again.”
Yan Wei's lips were just separated from Yan Mingguang's, panting slightly, the cold cheeks and limbs have been warmed by the actions just now.
Hearing Lin Qing's words, he cleared his throat and shouted, "Yan Mingguang and I will stay in carriage 12 tonight!"
There was no more sound from that end.
The surroundings fell into silence again, Yan Wei listened to the sound of Yan Mingguang's breathing close at hand, raised his eyes, and vaguely saw the blood on the man's cheek in the dense light from the flashlight beam. It seemed to be spattered by ghosts, no wounds could be seen, only a few black blood.
Yan Mingguang stared straight at him with his black eyes, his cold outline was exceptionally clear in the dimness, his expression towards Yan Wei was never cold, but his cheeks were stained with blood, showing a little chill.
He let Yan Wei sit down beside him, turned around and closed the door.
The smell of rust and stench still lingered in the air, and the light of the flashlight condensed into a beam forward? Dim and bright. The surroundings became quiet, no matter whether it was the players who were awakened to eavesdrop, or the ghosts that might appear, there was no movement at the moment.
Tonight should be over.
Yan Wei came back rationally, and finally felt the pain from his fingertips and arms. Yan Mingguang obviously noticed these two wounds earlier than himself. This man has already walked forward slowly, knelt down on one knee in front of him, grabbed his hand and began to bandage him.
Yan Wei lowered his eyes to look at him, and first confirmed that there was no such a big wound on his body, except that his wrist was wrapped with a layer of gauze, which should have been taken care of before he came in.
After confirming that nothing happened to Yan Mingguang, Yan Wei's original eagerness and panic were replaced by calmness, followed by a touch of anger: "I don't like you making your own decisions."
"Um."
"My undead state is only for two minutes." He took a deep breath, "It is the wisest choice for you to hide in and let me block that ghost."
"Um."
"I want to leave this world in the building without freedom alive, but I also want to leave with you. I don't want to play those dramas where I die for you and you die for me. We have already had so much experience, you should know that the benefits Maximizing is always the best option."
"Um."
"Yan Mingguang."
The man paused as he bandaged him.
"I'm scared to death."
"Um."
Yan Wei: "."
Yan Wei has never lost in the matter of being reasonable, except Yan Mingguang, because this man is not reasonable.
Yan Mingguang helped him heal the wound, got up and sat beside him, and began to help Yan Wei clean up the dirt that had just been rubbed in a panic.
He stopped thinking about what he had just done and sorted out his chaotic thoughts.
The death list is on the small blackboard. In Prometheus, the evil eagle of the planet day after day should be the flight attendant.
The death list is written by the flight attendant.
What happened to Zhao Jingchen was because of the death list. And the two ghosts inside and outside the door on their side should be due to the number of people.
During the panic just now, Yan Wei didn't think too much, but compared the differences and changes between them before and after at that moment, that is the extra Cao Qun.
There is also the possibility that the ghosts came for Cao Qun, who was originally in bed No. 1101, but this possibility was eliminated when the ghosts attacked them indiscriminately. In this way, only the difference in the number of people remains.
It is possible that the number of people living in each room must be fixed, and if there is one more person, ghosts will appear.
"...then why are there two?" Yan Wei muttered to himself, "If there is just one more Cao Qun, three people become four? One person is going to die, and the ghost outside the door disguised as Xu Miaomiao is They came here for the extra person, what about the one that suddenly appeared inside?"
He thought of the whole day, the coldness next to their beds, and the feeling that someone was prying at them all the time—the ghost had probably been hiding in their berths for a long time.
"That means there are two more people," Yan Mingguang said calmly, "The ghost that has been hiding for a long time is targeting the one extra person, and the ghost that suddenly appeared outside the door is targeting Cao Qun who came in at dusk. "
Yan Wei blinked and nodded slightly.
"Yes, that's it." He said, "Our room can only accommodate two people? So even if Cao Qun doesn't come tonight, the ghost will suddenly appear in our room. Cao Qun appeared, so the ghost outside the door also Coming. And the reason we're completely at peace now is because..."
Yan Mingguang said, "Because the sleeper room in carriage No. 12 can accommodate two people."
Now they happen to be here alone.
In their original sleeper room, the ghost probably attacked Cao Qun the moment they ran out the door. After they left, the moment Cao Qun died, the ghost left.
Regardless of whether it was their original sleeper room in carriage No. 11, or the sleeper room where Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang were currently staying, the number of people had changed.
Ten? The room in the No. 1 car changed from three people to one living person, and this room changed from no one to two people. It can also be said that the number of people has not changed, because Zhao Jingchen and He Dong lived here before? Sometimes, there are also two people.
Yan Wei discovered the commonality among them: "So each sleeper room can only accommodate at most two people? This is common sense. If it is really 'Zeus' who punished the workers on the train, the workers turned into ghosts and continued to kill. Passengers on the train, then the people who lived in these places should be workers. If the staff on the train live in the sleeper room, in order to store luggage, it is very likely that two people will sleep in the lower berth and the upper berth to store things, because If there are four people living together, there is no room for daily necessities.”
"Just a guess."
"It will be confirmed tomorrow. In addition to our three-person room, there is another room that is also the same. Let's see tomorrow? As long as they don't reduce their staff..."
It's brutal, but it's also true.
If this guess is correct, they can confirm two pieces of information.
First, there can only be two people at most in the sleeper room, otherwise death will be triggered, and the player will not stop until the number of players dies is no more than two people.
Second, these ghosts on the train were the workers of the train before they were alive, because their way of living is not that of the passengers.
"Okay," Yan Mingguang said, "Your pants are covered in blood, should I change them for you or—"
"I'll do it myself." Yan Wei hurriedly said, "Help me, I'm afraid I'll want to do some inappropriate things in this kind of place."
Yan Mingguang glanced over and gave him a gloomy look.
Yan Wei blushed a little, lowered her head to look at her trouser legs.
When he was at a critical moment, he was lying on the side of the door and pushing the door, and the dirty blood from the ghosts outside flowed in from the crack of the door, soaking his trouser legs. He didn't care about it just now, so he naturally needs to change it now.
Out of the corner of his eye, Yan Wei glimpsed the legs of the man beside him.
Slender and straight, clean and tidy.
He froze for a moment, and his movements suddenly stopped.
-clean
Between life and death, blood had already flowed in through the crack of the door, and even he was stained with the dirty black blood inside.
There was no way this person was the type to change clothes in the aisle.
Could it be that ghosts were the only ones pressing on the door
For a moment, Yan Wei glanced at the gauze on Yan Mingguang's wrist indiscriminately, taking advantage of the darkness of the light—he actually wanted to tear off the gauze to see? Look? Is there a real thing on this man's wrist? There are wounds.
This thought flashed by, Yan Wei didn't move.
He suddenly remembered that in the copy of the puppet castle, Yan Mingguang "accidentally" dropped the topographical map to remind him of further inferences and clues. At that time, Yan Mingguang used the reason of recovering the data and memory long ago, saying that the copy was formed by his backhand, so he knew some clues and circumstances that others did not know.
But at this moment, he has completely recovered the memory and data stored in the coin. Logically speaking, he should know the same as Yan Mingguang, and the situation is no different from Yan Mingguang.
But he still had the same sense of unknown as last time, beyond his control
Yan Wei's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression remained unchanged, and he withdrew his gaze without showing any expression. He turned off the projection angle that was open to Lin Zhen and others, pulled off his belt, and said in a low voice, "Help me get a new set of clothes."