The number of deaths list is not fixed, their pressure? Another layer.
Yan Wei just raised his eyebrows, not surprised: "Which two?"
"Neither of us," Xu Miaomiao said, "The two people in the 13th carriage came in together and lived in the same room. They are probably looking for information from the flight attendant."
Yan Wei nodded and said: "Now everyone knows that this is the death list. Those who are selected have no time. The flight attendant is the most difficult but also the fastest breakthrough."
Ding Xiao is handing something to Xu Miaomiao—it seems to be some props. She handed it over and said, "They went to the flight attendants to gamble. Others have seen these corpses, so it's not hard to think of it, and you should all think of it too."
Yan Wei naturally thought of it.
This point is too taken for granted, so they didn't specifically mention it at all.
Ghosts don't need sharp weapons to kill. If it was a ghost who killed spontaneously, such as He Dong who died because he ran too far, he died by roughly wringing his neck off. But these corpses under the rules of death all died from sharp weapons—the fine knives that dismembered, the knives that cut open Cao Qun, and the forks that pierced the dead's throats.
Ghosts use these things to kill people, not like an instinctive attack, but rather a fixed way of death.
There are only two possibilities in such a situation, either the way of death is pieced together to be information, or the way of death is the way of death that those ghosts have experienced.
No matter what it is, the one who can touch this kind of knives at will and even kill with utensils is the flight attendant.
By now, no one thinks that the flight attendant is just a functional npc.
Yan Wei stared at Cao Qun's body, but his eyes were rather loose, and he thought for a while. He said: "We can exchange information with those two people, the death list... I don't think it is very likely to be random. I wanted to see what these people did, and they would be targeted, but Cao Qun died too much." Suddenly, now I can only ask those two people today."
"So, let's separate, a few people go-"
Yan Wei paused, and looked behind Ding Xiao, Xu Miaomiao was winking at him, a little funny and said: "What are you doing? Is there anything you can't say?"
Xu Miaomiao: "..."
She looked at Yan Wei speechlessly, and said, "Sister Ding, what do you think we should do next?"
Yan Wei understood.
Xu Miaomiao was out of good intentions, afraid that he would act presumptuously? Advocating, made Ding Xiao unhappy. Judging from the time when Yan Wei climbed the tower for the second time, Ding Xiao was indeed the player with the longest climbing time and the oldest qualifications among them.
Ding Xiao smiled lowly: "It's okay, there is nothing wrong with what Yan Wei said."
Xu Miaomiao muttered: "...the color makes the mind faint."
Yan Wei: "..."
He went on to say: "We now need to know what happened to this train, what the three people who were written on the death list have in common, and what are the differences from us. Regarding backtracking, Ding Xiaolinqing and I went to find the ghost's former life together. Corpse, forced to read backtracking. Yan Mingguang... "
Yan Mingguang had been looking at him the whole time, and upon hearing this, his eyes moved slightly.
"Are you taking Xu Miaomiao to check the death list?"
Yan Mingguang did not answer immediately.
The man looked straight at him, his black eyes were deep, and the bottomless emotion was projected from him, Yan Wei felt that this man had seen through his own mind for a moment.
For a moment, "Yeah."
Afterwards, Yan Mingguang glanced at Xu Miaomiao, motioned for Xu Miaomiao to follow, turned around and walked towards the dining car in front. Xu Miaomiao usually respects Ding Xiao very much, and has a sense of friendship with Yan Wei, but she is a little scared towards Yan Mingguang.
As soon as Yan Mingguang raised his foot, she immediately fell behind Yan Mingguang unhurriedly and followed.
Yan Wei looked through the long and narrow aisle, watched Yan Mingguang walk to the front carriage, and said, "I probably know where the ghost's body was. Ding Xiao, I'm going to trouble you."
"You shouldn't have said that," Yan Mingguang and Xu Miaomiao were not there, she unconsciously returned the honorific and smiled gently, "I am willing to serve you."
Yan Wei still said, "Thank you."
Ding Xiao's skill is to force read the backtracking of ghosts. Sometimes this skill is against the sky, and sometimes it is useless.
In the dungeon where backtracking is everywhere, and every step is full of ghosts and ghosts' grievances, backtracking is the difficulty of the dungeon, and this skill is equivalent to waste. And in their current place where there is no backtracking at all, if they can force the backtracking of ghosts to be read, it is tantamount to a shortcut.
Dante's skill limit is also large-it needs related words, and there are ghosts or corpses next to it.
Related words are enough after Yan Mingguang found out the painting of Prometheus bound yesterday. And the corpse...
Yan Wei watched Lin Qing tilt up the iron cover around the squatting toilet without changing his face, but still couldn't help pinching his nose, and didn't want to say a word—this is definitely the biggest problem this dungeon brings to cleanliness.
Ding Xiao looked at it with a smile for a few minutes, but finally couldn't hold back his eyes.
After a while, the smell of rust and rot in the air suddenly became more than ten times stronger, and Lin Qing's indifferent voice sounded: "Okay."
Yan Wei and Ding Xiao looked back at the same time.
The train was still moving forward with the sound of "Kang Dang-" and "Kang Dang-", and in the slight shaking, the top iron sheet that was completely lifted was standing on one side, swaying as if it was about to fall down at any time.
The toilet reveals the appearance under the top iron sheet.
Those were some old pipes and mechanical structures, and there was still a shallow layer of water inside, and the water was so muddy that it was impossible to see clearly what was in the water. That should be the rainwater that leaked in the past two days.
And in these crowded structures and dirty rainwater, a distorted and shapeless rotting corpse was displayed among them. The corpse was half soaked in dirty water and half exposed to the air? Corruption. The head of the corpse could not be seen clearly at all. I don't know how long it had been decomposing. If there were no strange things, it would have rotted into a pool of stinking mud.
For old players like them, see? This is really not as good as going to see the dismemberment scene.
Lin Qing washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom, "The carrion insects are soaked in water. The rainwater of the past two days seeped in, soaked the corpses, and gave birth to these carrion insects. You guessed it right, these workers were killed and hidden under the iron sheet , turned into a ghost to kill people. But here is a corpse."
"Not one," Yan Wei was almost disgusted to death, and said without turning his head, "We just randomly found the nearest bathroom, and didn't go to the bottom of the car. Maybe every car has a bathroom."
He said to Ding Xiao: "It depends on the retrospective content of? It is related to endless trains, punishments, and kitchen utensils."
"Cookware?"
"There are no other places in this car where there are those small sharp objects. Kitchen utensils and tableware are the most likely to kill people."
"it is good."
Yan Wei: "Excuse me."
Ding Xiao raised his foot and glanced at everything in front of him.
"..." It should be too late to retract the sentence "I am willing to serve you".
Seeing Ding Xiao walked into the bathroom with a serious face, Lin Qing closed the door of the bathroom, leaned against the aisle, and pretended to be talking with Yan Wei, in case other players passed by and disturbed Ding Xiao.
Yan Mingguang and Xu Miaomiao were not there, and Ding Xiao forced to read the backtracking. Now only Yan Wei and Lin Qing are alone.
Lin Qing was about to close her eyes and think for a while, when Yan Wei put his hands in his pockets, stood on the other side, and suddenly asked, "Did you have any impression of Yan Mingguang before?"
Lin Qing was taken aback, and didn't ask Yan Wei why he said this suddenly, but just shook his head: "No."
"Before I formatted, the last time I met you, what did I say, do you remember every word and every sentence? Did I tell you where the extra memory is hidden?"
Lin Qing naturally remembered.
He repeated what he had said to Yan Wei before, "... Then you told me—'I've arranged everything, don't worry, I'll find someone to come back'. Didn't say anything else."
Yan Wei frowned, speechless.
There is no difference between this and what he remembers now, this is indeed what he told Lin Qing. Did he feel that he had forgotten some small fragments of memory, just an illusion? Impossible, before admitting to the fake Yan Mingguang, he never had delusions.
Yan Wei seemed to be chatting, talking about some things about going upstairs for the first time. Every time Lin Qing's presence was mentioned, Lin Qing would respond a few times, and Yan Wei secretly compared and found that there was nothing wrong with those memories.
He also chatted with Ding Xiao a few words before, and when it comes to the first meeting before, what Ding Xiao remembers is no different from him.
Yan Wei knew it in his heart.
The occasional small fragments of memory blurred by him are not because the undifferentiated details of his memory have faded over time, but because some details between him and Yan Mingguang have been blurred by coincidence.
Rather than saying that the memory he recovered from the coin was faulty, it was more like a complete memory from which a small fragment was extracted. The timeline is complete, just a few embellishments are missing.
Yan Wei narrowed his eyes and changed the subject: "Lin Qing, what do you think? Treat Prometheus? A heroic fire thief, or a suffering betrayer?"
"..."
Not long after, Yan Mingguang and Xu Miaomiao came back.
Yan Mingguang was holding a dilapidated folder, his expression still calm and composed. Xu Miaomiao frowned, looking behind and to the left and right from time to time.
"What we gained just now," Yan Mingguang held up the folder in his hand, "Go back to the sleeper and sit down and look? Look??"
Xu Miaomiao: "Lin Qing and I will wait here for Sister Ding. If the backtracking conditions are met, the backtracking will definitely succeed, but the difficulty is different, and the user's consumption is also very different. Sister Ding will probably be helped when she comes out soon." Come on, it's inconvenient for Lin Qing."
"Then Yan Mingguang and I will study this first." Yan Wei naturally agreed. He didn't ask how he got this thing, anyway, Yan Mingguang would say it later.
Xu Miaomiao said again: "Be careful, after we get this thing, I always feel hairy, a feeling of being spied on. It may even be a death trigger."
"Okay, I understand."
Back in the sleeper room, Yan Wei reached out to take the folder from Yan Mingguang. But this person held on tightly, not letting Yan Wei take it, obviously worried that this thing would also trigger death.
He said, "I'll turn it over for you."
Yan Wei didn't cooperate anymore. The sides of his brows and eyes drooped slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he said angrily, "It's not that I don't have hands."
"Danger."
"I will not die today, and I am not afraid of anything."
"Well, great."
"?"
Yan Mingguang ignored his appeal, sat directly beside him, and slowly opened the old folder without letting Yan Wei touch it.
Yan Wei: "..."