Yan Mingguang quickly gave Yan Wei a new set of clothes, which were the styles and materials that Yan Wei was most accustomed to wearing on weekdays.
Yan Wei pulled down his belt, took over the neatly stacked clothes, and paused.
He lowered his head and said, "Where's that ghost thing outside?"
"Disappeared."
"You
"It came up to tear my neck, I stopped it for a while, and then it disappeared. It should have disappeared when Cao Qun died."
Yan Wei glanced at Yan Mingguang again.
Except for the blood splattered on the shirt and cheeks of the man, the cloth was flat and the ground was covered with blood, but Yan Mingguang's trouser legs were as clean as before.
Unlike the embarrassment of escaping from the dead, it seems to be coping with ease.
Can't ask? What, he nodded: "Oh."
Yan Wei took off his coat, shivered from the cold, and hugged the new clothes into Yan Mingguang's arms. A warm package came, and the man hugged him.
"Then you? Right? This copy? Yes? Understand? Just like in the puppet castle, yes? No? Some precognitive information?"
"No?."
Yan Wei moved his body and changed his clothes in Yan Mingguang's arms. With just one movement, the man holding him froze all over and stopped breathing.
While the man was distracted by him, Yan Wei inadvertently touched the gauze-wrapped wound on Yan Mingguang's wrist. He pressed it, and let go quickly, without even looking at the wound, as if he touched it by accident.
Yan Mingguang didn't have any reaction, not even the slight physiological or sexual reaction that pain should bring.
Looks like no? Injured. Yan Wei thought that he knew it—that he was entangled with the ghost, but in fact, he was worried inside. Yan Mingguang didn't know how to press the ghost on the door to beat him outside.
Yan Mingguang loves him, and still has a secret that he doesn't know.
At this moment, a sense of unreliability and emptiness swept over, and Yan Wei thought of some details that he had always forgotten. After recovering his memory, from the first time he went upstairs, to formatting, and now, his memory has been connected into a complete line, but there are always some subtle fragments that he can't remember.
Yan Wei initially blamed these on? Memory blurred with time. But now, he suddenly felt that what he got was not a complete memory.
He didn't have anything? Said, just stopped his movements unconsciously, and secretly wrote down these.
"Wear it well?" Yan Mingguang said suddenly, "You are an ordinary person now, and you will catch a cold."
Yan Wei stopped at this moment. He was half dressed, and the windbreaker was half hung on his body, and the hem blocked his legs that had already taken off his trousers. Hearing Yan Mingguang's words, he raised his head, leaned on Yan Mingguang's shoulder, and looked at the man's neck and jawline.
He got up slightly, and like before, gently kissed Yan Mingguang's side cheek a few times, moving down bit by bit.
Yan Mingguang suddenly raised his hand, held his chin, and kissed him sideways.
This time it's a long sip.
Yan Mingguang's breathing became faster and faster, but suddenly stopped. The man let go of Yan Wei, helped Yan Wei pull up his trench coat, and said, "Let's rest. I was too tired just now, and I had a lot of ups and downs. I'm afraid you won't feel well tomorrow."
Yan Wei blinked, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. In fact, it is temporarily safe now, and they also turned off the projector, if they really want to... it's okay. But for the sake of caution, these things should not be done in the copy
He stepped back slightly, picked up the pants that he hadn't put on yet, and said, "That's right, I—"
Yan Wei's voice stopped abruptly.
Yan Mingguang suddenly grabbed his clothed hand, pulled him into his arms, and kissed the corner of his mouth again. The man's deep voice was close at hand, wrapped in heat: "I forgot just now, you? You will not die today."
Yan Wei was taken aback.
The man's hand had already reached his collar.
Finally, there was no sound of rain.
I don't know if the rainy day is finally over, or the train has left an area. There was no daylight outside the train, and the curtains were still drawn, but the daylight coming in was brighter than the previous two days.
It's just that all the "carriages, where the players walk through", the curtains of the windows are all drawn, and the players can't see what's going on outside.
Yan Wei woke up to the mechanical sound he was used to.
His body is clean and tidy, and beside him is an electric heater exchanged from the mall. He rubbed his eyes, and glanced at the sky that was clearly already bright.
On the sleeping berth opposite, Lin Qing was sitting upright, holding a cup of steaming water in her hand, her back straight, her eyes serious, and her eyes were fixed on Yan Weidi.
He saw Yan Wei woke up, and when Yan Wei sat up, he handed the water glass to Yan Wei and said, "Today's death list has nothing to do with any of us, but last night there were ... What happened, Yan Mingguang went to watch it first, so as not to be tampered with by other players. This is what he prepared for you, for fear that you will feel uncomfortable."
Yan Wei: "..."
Lin Qing: "You? You have always had more foresight than me. Do you have any deep meaning in doing this?"
Yan Wei picked up the cup, felt the temperature received by the palm, and said, "...how to do it?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, he found himself hoarse.
"..."
Suddenly? Understanding the meaning of this glass of water, Yan Wei raised the glass and took a few sips.
"Last night," Lin Qing lowered her eyes, her expression still solemn, "the voice was a bit loud."
Yan Wei choked hard: "Cough cough... cough..."
"Is it related to the death trigger in the car? Or is it to simulate what ghosts did before they were alive?"
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He put the water glass aside, stood up abruptly, picked up the windbreaker and put it on his body, cleared his throat and said, "Let's go and find Yan Mingguang. Where is he?"
Lin Qing immediately followed him out of the carriage and said, "It's in carriage No. 11."
Without Lin Qing's answer, Yan Wei walked out of the sleeper room and saw Yan Mingguang standing at the door of the first sleeper room in the eleventh car. Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao are also there, it seems that they really didn't show up last night? What's the matter.
Yan Wei approached, and smelled the thick bloody smell that made people sick.
Yan Mingguang glanced at him, and his voice was warm: "How do you feel?"
Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao immediately looked puzzled.
"...It's okay, is this Zhao Jingchen?"
"Um."
In carriage No. 11, except for the five of them standing in the crowded aisle, there was no one else. On the top bunk of the first sleeper room, a pile of human-shaped pieces of minced meat was piled up on the bed. The bedding and sheets had completely turned a crimson blood color, and the floor was also covered with blood. Some corners with little blood have begun to dry up.
That is a complete piece of minced meat, which can only be barely seen? It is in the shape of a human being, even the limbs and brain have been completely chopped up, and the brain is mixed with the minced meat. The blood was still seeping down, dripping onto the lower bunk and onto the train floor.
"Is this the source of the bone-cutting sound last night?"
"It should be," Ding Xiao replied to Yan Wei, "we are closer to this room, and we can hear it more clearly. At first it was a dull grinding sound, and then there was a burst of chopping sound, which should have come from The limbs began to be dismembered, the small bones like the palm were cut first, and then they were cut into the middle of the body, and then began to be chopped."
Lin Qing was well aware of Yan Wei's obsession with cleanliness, so she walked in through bloodstains, looked around, and said, "There are
It doesn't matter, even if you leave during the day, you have to come back at night. There are only a few carriages in this train that can live in them, and they cannot even run away.
Lin Qing stood on tiptoe in front of the upper bunk where the minced meat was placed, without changing her face, she directly stretched out her hand.
Yan Wei: "..."
After a while, Lin Qing pulled out something from what should be her wrist—it was a blood-stained safety lock bracelet.
"What is this?" he asked.
Without hesitation, Xu Miaomiao cabled: "I bumped into him when I was getting on the train on the platform, and I saw this. It's just an ordinary security lock. The one he wore on the train, and the copy? There shouldn't be any problem."
Lin Qing immediately lost interest and put down the bracelet.
Yan Wei frowned: "Why do I think so? It looks familiar."
Yan Mingguang said calmly, "Zhou Tian also wears one on her hand."
Yan Wei took an extra look at the safety lock. After a while, he said: "Zhao Jingchen died? He was dismembered by ghosts. His body is at 1101. Those who died were those who slept on the death list."
There was no other information here, so Yan Wei looked at it for a while, then went to their original berth room, and took a look at Cao Qun's body.
Cao Qun was killed by ghosts after Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang left this sleeper room. But Lin Qing's reaction was faster than Cao Qun's, and he had already reached the door. Although the door was closed, he still had room to display his strength, and entangled with the ghost in the corridor for a while.
The target of the ghost was not fixed. Lin Qing quickly jumped to the upper berth, but the ghost didn't follow, and instead attacked Cao Qun, who was still squeezed into the lower berth. It was just that it was dark at the time, and when Lin Qing had time to take out the lamp, the ghost disappeared, and Cao Qun had already become like this.
Cao Qun's body was spread out on the lower bunk, and a wound from top to bottom in the middle tore him apart. The wound started from the head and killed Cao Qun directly, so Cao Qun didn't make any sound.
Yan Wei leaned forward, looked at it, and frowned, "Why do their wounds look like they were caused by blunt props?"
Regardless of whether it was dismemberment or this kind of dissection, the wounds were very distorted and uneven. Combined with the sound of the knife last night, the ghosts did not seem to be killing people with bare hands. This method of death? It is very tragic, but very brutal.
Ding laughed and said, "Anything else? The two corpses are similar. One's neck was completely torn off, and the other was dead. It's more comfortable, because the fork pierced the throat."
"Two?" Yan Wei raised his eyelids, looked at the rear compartment of the car, and suddenly understood why he could smell blood coming from somewhere else, "A total of four died last night?"
There were only sixteen of them in all.
"Yes, there are four in total. Besides Zhao Jingchen and Cao Qun, there are two other people. One is a high-level player who lives in the thirteenth car. There are three people in their room. Now only two are dead. There is one more." It was He Dong from Yuemang who died in the 20th car with his neck broken."
Xu Miaomiao: "He Dong should not be on the must-death list last night. He died too far away. I think it's more likely that something happened to Zhao Jingchen. He ran out and was killed by a ghost after running too far away." .”
Yan Wei understood.
If he and Yan Mingguang hadn't hid in the empty room of No. 12 carriage yesterday, but continued to run down, they might have encountered the same thing as He Dong.
Something happened to the other three-person room, so his guess was right, a sleeper room can only accommodate two people at most.
Yan Wei was helpless: "Four people died, and the living people also got a few methods to avoid the trigger of death. The oppression of death? Ah... sure enough? It's a copy of walking forward by stepping on the bones of dead players? Let's exchange information with other living players later to avoid triggering death. In this case, the only thing everyone needs to worry about is the death list, one per day, and a little time."
"Maybe not?" Yan Mingguang said suddenly, "Today's death list is not one."
"It's two."