The moment Yan Mingguang opened it, Yan Wei felt a strange and ominous aura. The eerie chill clings to the bone marrow, and there seem to be countless pairs of eyes watching in the dark.
There is no feeling of death, but it is still cool? The package comes, and the entire sleeper room is several degrees lower.
"This was exchanged between us and those who were targeted today," Yan Mingguang said. "I gave them the information we have so far, and told them how we escaped death last night. They put Give us this document stolen from the flight attendant's room."
Although Yan Mingguang was understating it, but he and Xu Miaomiao had been away for so long just now, thinking it was a waste of effort.
Yan Wei glanced at Yan Mingguang.
He thought of Yan Mingguang's style when they played dungeons together before. Given the number of words this person utters every day, Yan Mingguang might be there during the negotiation, while Xu Miaomiao was negotiating dryly.
Yan Wei: "..."
I have some sympathy for Xu Miaomiao.
"Have they read the document?" After Yan Wei asked, he felt that he was asking nonsense—how could it be possible? Someone would take out the clue and exchange it without reading it
But this folder does? Useful.
Yan Mingguang turned a few pages slowly, and Yan Wei's expression became more and more dignified.
half an hour.
Yan Wei was deep in thought, and suddenly sneezed, subconsciously rubbing against Yan Mingguang's body from the cold.
Yan Mingguang closed the folder that they had been looking at from beginning to end. With his expression unchanged, he slowly took out a thick jacket and put it on Yan Wei's body.
The clothes obviously belonged to Yan Mingguang, and they were much wider than Yan Wei's figure. It was draped over him who was already wearing a windbreaker, like a child's big quilt. Yan Wei was used to wearing a chic and convenient windbreaker everywhere, and suddenly felt that it was a little strange for him to be like this—if Lin Zhen saw it, he would probably say "little pet" honestly.
He raised his hand, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and was about to take them off, he said, "I'll put one more on inside..."
Yan Mingguang couldn't help but grab his hand.
The man's wide palm immediately wrapped the back of his hand, the temperature was warm, but the strength was very fierce. Not only could Yan Wei not be able to push him, but he was also grabbing him to make his clothes tighter.
During the movement, he smelled the scent of soap stained on Yan Mingguang's coat, which was exactly the same as the smell on this man's body, clean and refreshing, with a hint of coldness.
Yan Wei: "..."
He glanced at Yan Mingguang sideways, and felt that this person? Do it again, nothing has changed, only this possessiveness and hypocrite has improved by ten to ten.
Also? It's not a big deal, he no longer objected, just put on Yan Mingguang's coat, leaned against Yan Mingguang, and waited for Ding Xiao and the others to come back.
"Tomorrow at the latest," he said.
"Actually, not many of us? died. Four last night. Today, these two? I don't know if we can? Can? Survive the catastrophe. If there are only ten people left tomorrow..."
The bed number that will appear on the blackboard tomorrow has a probability of more than one-half, and it will fall on the five of them.
Yan Wei sneered: "The consciousness that controls all of this is really a good idea. If it is an ordinary 89-story dungeon, no matter how difficult it is, with our data and props, no matter how difficult it is, it will be a brute force cracking. It’s improved, the last time I went to the top-level dungeon, it was at best to increase the strength of the npc in the dungeon, and now I have learned the trick of flattening the data.”
Before he was afraid, the vile thing was.
If he and Yan Mingguang's data is normal now, judging from all the clues they know now, they can immediately brute force it.
"It can't interfere with the dungeon form on the top floor," Yan Mingguang said, "It will be easier for us to live than on the eighty-ninth floor."
They had already stored the data for the first time climbing the building. Although the formatting made Yan Wei unsuccessful the first time, it also gave Yan Wei the opportunity to accumulate additional values. He now not only has more than 10,000 body index and perception after climbing to the top for the first time, but also several thousand body index and perception after climbing to the forty-ninth floor for the second time, if this floor is not sealed According to their data, Yan Wei's perception is close to 20,000.
Even for those super high-level players who stand out from countless players, their stats are only around 10,000. The stats of Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang are already twice that of normal high-level players.
No matter how long the train is, he might be able to cover it in an instant.
Yan Wei: "If it dares to pretend to be you again on the top floor, I'll smash its head and blow it apart."
Yan Mingguang gave a low laugh and didn't say anything.
After a while, Ding Xiao came out of the bathroom. Ding Xiao stayed in this small and filthy space for a long time, causing a foul smell all over his body. Lin Qing also? He removed the floor and installed it again, maybe? I don’t know if it’s a cleanliness who is concerned about Yan’s danger. The two of them rushed first They went back to their respective sleeper rooms to tidy up.
Xu Miaomiao came first, handed Yan Wei two key cards, and said, "This is the key card from the corpses of Zhao Jingchen and He Dong. Lin Qing went to get it when she was waiting for Sister Ding just now. You guys want to go to this room at night, it's safer to take it."
"Thank you." Yan Wei took it.
"What information did you see in the folder?"
Yan Wei: "Let's talk about it together when Lin Qing Ding Xiao comes, so as not to have to say it again, it just happens to be a pair with the backtracking that Ding Xiao saw."
Xu Miaomiao sat down on the berth opposite Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang, took a look at Yan Wei's coat, and couldn't help saying, "Are you treating the dungeon as a holiday resort? I'm going blind."
Yan Wei resented her as a habit: "Then close your eyes."
"I was deaf last night."
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Yan Wei stopped talking.
"By the way, you? Next time you talk to Sister Ding, be more careful. I know you are a crazy person, but Sister Ding actually has a bad temper. The prettier her smile, the more angry you are. Don't look? She treats you? Smile and arrange her casually."
Yan Wei: "Actually?..."
"She is a little patient every time she mentions you, the missing head of Xuanniao, so in the past few years, although I don't know Lin Qing, our Bianhua also has a good relationship with Xuanniao, and sister Ding? I will give you more Save some face. That one is indeed a legend, but in her eyes, you are just a newcomer," Xu Miaomiao rarely spoke so sincerely, "You
Yan Wei was completely silent.
After a while, Lin Qing and Ding Xiao came. The cramped sleeper room accommodated five people at once, and Yan Wei could bump into Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao who were sitting across from him, while Lin Qing could only stand leaning against the door.
The icy air was warmed up a bit.
After staying in the stench of the bathroom for a while, Ding Xiao didn't complain, and smiled at Yan Wei: "I saw something very important, how about you? Is there anything in this folder?"
"Yes, a lot. The context of this dungeon is all there, but there is only one thing missing. I think what you? see? can make up for this point."
Yan Wei told Lin Qing and the other three about the context he had sorted out.
This train actually? Didn't carry any passengers—or, in other words, it didn't carry any normal passengers other than players like them.
The higher the level of the copy of the world in the building, the easier it is to have a copy that no one has passed. This type of dungeon will be adjusted in terms of elements and content, and re-stored in the dungeon pool, waiting to be entered by the player next time.
This copy is of that type. The passenger list of this train since getting on the train is all recorded in the last part of this folder, and Yan Wei even saw the names of people who had an impression when they boarded the building for the first time.
These people are all dead, because this train has secrets that cannot be discovered.
This secret is called "Blue Sky". Contrary to the ever-present rainy weather, this train originated from the Blue Sky Project. This plan has used a lot of talents to create a train that never stops.
Not an endless train, but a never-ending train.
The name of this car is Blue Sky.
The beginning of the folder? is the content of the blue sky project, including the list of workers involved in this train, consumption money, materials, time-consuming, and project schedule and other professional information. The investor is also the conductor of the train, named Li Mao, who has spent more than ten years on this matter.
The result, of course, was failure.
In the end, the funds were broken, and the plan was aborted, leaving only a few dozen workers of the Blue Sky Project who were willing to stay in the car and continue this impossible plan.
It contains the living information of these workers, that is, several carriages starting from the tenth carriage, that is, the area where they can live.
Apart from these, there is only one sentence at the end of the schedule.
"I figured out a way. - Li Mao"
"This handwriting is the same as those recorded in the previous ones," Yan Wei said, and Yan Mingguang flipped through the relevant places at the same time to show them, "That is to say, this folder is similar to Li Mao's record book, both It was written by him. You? Pay attention? Look? Every time the money is registered, the writing of those numbers is very familiar to you?"
Lin Qing: "The death list."
"The flight attendant is Li Mao." Xu Miaomiao affirmed, "That also makes sense, after all, those two people? Said that this folder was stolen from the flight attendant's room. What method did he think of?"
Yan Wei folded his hands, his whole body was wrapped in a large coat, and his chin was buried in it, "I didn't write, nor did I say why this train became what it is now. It not only looks like it won't stop, but also It’s not over yet?, but it’s clearly stated in the information that in the original design blueprint of this car, the planned number of carriages is about 200 to 300.”
Yan Mingguang: "It's just? It's possible? What kind of evil method was used?"
Yan Mingguang closed the folder and put it on the table. Yan Wei looked at Ding Xiao and said, "This is what I said was missing."
Ding Xiao nodded his head: "That's right, the backtracking content I saw is related to this evil law. And the way to stop all this is also seen..."
Yan Wei raised his eyebrows—although they got to this point through deliberation bit by bit, wouldn't it be easy
Ding Xiao's next words solved his doubts: "Yes, the method of breaking the game is a bit too smooth, but I think it's because of the method of breaking the game...it's impossible? Do it."
In the oppression of death, the way to break the game is to find an item that is closely related to all of these. After the item is found by the player, it will turn into a ladder to lead the player to leave the instance.
Yan Wei smiled and said, "At worst, it's a direct confrontation with Li Mao or those dirty things. How hard can it be?"
Ding Xiao: "The object we are looking for to represent the ladder is at the front of the train."
Yan Wei: "...."
Where did the front of this broken place come from
People? Head? It's about the same.