Xu Miaomiao held her chin: "The items representing the ladder generally have a great symbolic meaning, and play a very important role in the generation of the entire dungeon. If the content of the backtracking is true, then that piece of evidence will be used as evidence." Hidden photos, the key to breaking tragedy, the ladder is that it can't go wrong."
Yan Wei said: "There is no fantasy in this retrospective. Although the owner of the retrospective has resentment, the entire timeline from the beginning to the end of the retrospective is within a very short time, and the flashback is very fast, without any obstacles that you need to break. There is no need for the worker to deceive people to induce the player to help break the barrier, this retrospective is the emphatic retention of his most grievous injustice during his lifetime, it is a video tape.”
The sleeper room where five people were squeezed fell into silence.
The increasingly heavy rust smell in the air intensified the speechless atmosphere, and the five people who knew the content of the retrospect knew very well that this was not the rust that only happened on the train for a long time, but that it was the continuous progress of Li Mao's killing of the "workers". Strong blood. Soon after, the car will slowly smell rancid and thick blood, and the speed of Li Mao's killing will suddenly accelerate—because in the backtracking, Li Mao killed for the fourth time, killing all the living people on the train All killed.
"So this book has actually reached the final countdown," Lin Qing said slowly, "The first murder was done by the workers in bed number 1101, and the second murder was done by the workers who wrote the two bed numbers written on the small blackboard today. The third murder was when the worker who Ding Xiao read backtracked found out the truth, and the fourth murder was when Li Mao killed the workers who had been to the front of the train, and then directly killed all the living people on the train."
Yan Wei shook his head: "It is true that the countdown has entered, but it is not four times, but three times. The third and fourth times happened in succession. As long as the players on the bed number corresponding to the workers die for the third time, Li Mao will immediately start the countdown. Slaughter. We need to find the ladder before the third start."
"Tomorrow is the last day." Yan Mingguang said. Compared with the dignified expressions of the others, he was still indifferent. His cold and pure black pupils were like a bottomless pool of stagnant water. He could not see any unnecessary emotional fluctuations, but instead revealed a little calmness.
But he lowered his eyes, put his arm on Yan Wei's shoulder, half of his face was hidden in the shadow left by the upper bunk, no one noticed how meaningless his eyes were.
The roar of the train was endless, knocking on everyone's eardrums regularly. This sound has been sounding since before they got into the car, and it will never stop.
Yan Wei spread his hands: "Don't be so dull, the low air pressure in this room feels like we are more resentful than ghosts. The dungeon has entered the countdown, haven't we reached the last step?"
The death oppression is not those treacherous and changeable horror or suspense dungeons. It tries its best to arrange the fog in breaking the game, so that players can get lost and fall into the trap. On the contrary, the oppression of death is very straightforward in breaking the game, such as the photo this time, since they saw the photo, the items in the front of the car will not change much.
The difficulty is always—how do you get that item
In other words - where is that ethereal front of this shitty place
Xu Miaomiao naturally thought of this too. She frowned, with a lot of thoughts in her mind, and just opened her mouth: "There are a few situations—"
Yan Wei said almost at the same time as her: "It sounds impossible, but it is also possible."
Hearing her speak, Yan Wei paused, tapped his chin, and signaled Xu Miaomiao to speak first.
But Xu Miaomiao opened her mouth, and now she doesn't want to say what she wanted to say just now. When acting with other players of Bi'anhua, she is the core of the team, the one who points out the key points and corrects others' wrong ideas. But with Yan Wei, she felt dwarfed by comparison.
I always feel that if she opens her mouth, it will become a useless show off.
The other party is obviously a high-level novice with much less dungeon experience than him.
Xu Miaomiao felt annoyed. She was clearly still wondering why Ding Xiao and Lin Qing both seemed to center on Yan Wei, thinking that she had to behave in front of Ding Xiao no matter what, but in the end, it was herself who showed timidity first.
She whispered, "You think more thoughtfully than I do, so tell me."
Yan Wei was also polite, chuckled, and said: "Okay. The reason why we find it difficult is because the car can't reach the end. Ding Xiao tried it, and other players tried it. He Dong even died while running towards the car. But I remember that when we got on the train, we saw the front of the train, because the train was coming towards us from afar. At that time, the front of the train was not too far away from us, and we were in the eleventh car …”
"But I have walked forward dozens of knots," Ding said with a smile, "there is still no end."
"This is the strange place. There must be a monster when something is abnormal, and the strangeness represents a point that can be explored—why does the train seem to be stretched out of thin air after the train is running? Li Mao obviously wants a train that never stops. But this car is endless."
Lin Qing leaned on the sliding door, crossed her hands and thought for a moment, "Does the starting point mean the beginning? After this car was affected by resentment, the front of the car is no longer a concrete thing, but an abstract beginning. We The place where you get on the car, the starting point of the dining car, is the front of the car. The dungeons in the building often have such virtual reality."
Yan Wei glanced at the folder on the table, blinked, and said while thinking: "It's also possible. But now it's dinner time, and Li Mao will be active near the dining car. We can't see it now, but tomorrow. We have to first Think about it, five people, how to allocate berths tonight."
Lin Qing: "I'll go and see the two scenes in carriage 11."
After Yan Wei nodded, Lin Qing opened the sliding door and walked to the front carriage. He had to see if the traces of the body were still there.
"Five people must have three rooms, one must have one room, and the other two should be combined." Yan Wei said, "I will not die today. Although the undead state will disappear after twelve o'clock, the probability of my survival is still much higher. I can One room per person."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Mao's voice seemed to come from outside: "Passengers, dinner is ready, please come out and get it."
The sound came from far to near, with the sound of roller friction. Yan Wei sat on the berth and poked his head out for a look, only to see that Li Mao was still wearing the clean and tidy chef uniform, and was walking towards them pushing the trolley in his hand, on which there were lunch boxes.
Seeing that Li Mao had sent a lunch box to Lin Qing who was in front of him and was about to approach, Yan Mingguang immediately got up and walked to the door.
Xu Miaomiao glanced at the folder on the small table, and when she heard the sound of the cart stop, she was still a little worried that Li Mao would see it, so she raised her hand, took the folder and temporarily hid it behind her.
In front of the door, Yan Mingguang said calmly, "Four people."
"Four dinners," Li Mao's slightly hoarse voice sounded, he counted four lunch boxes and stacked them up and handed them to Yan Mingguang, his words were still full of enthusiasm, "Enjoy your meal!"
He didn't stop, pushed the cart, and continued to look for the guests in the next carriage.
Xu Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief, took out the folder from behind her, and put it back on the table. Outside the door, Yan Mingguang turned around holding four lunch boxes and closed the door.
Yan Wei: "Let's eat first."
The smell of food from the lunch box slightly dispelled the growing smell of rust and rot in the air. But everyone was not in the mood for the food at the moment, so they opened the lunch box and quickly took a few bites to keep their stomachs full, and then ended the dinner.
After a while, Lin Qing came back.
"I finished dinner by myself just now," Lin Qing said. "The two rooms in carriage 11 are very clean now, and Li Mao should have tidied them up. There is still a player alive in the sleeper room in 1101. He was originally with Cao Qun." Dude, Cao Qun died with us, and he doesn't really want to be with us."
Yan Wei took out the layout of the car that Lin Qing had drawn before, and clicked on the three sleeper compartments respectively, which were the second and third compartments of No. 11 compartment and the first compartment of No. 12 compartment.
"Then we currently have these three rooms with key cards. Five people live in the form of 221 respectively. After tonight, let's go to the dining car to have a look again tomorrow. Tomorrow we must find the 'front' .”
Yan Wei originally wanted to follow what he said before, he was alone in a room, and the other two were in pairs, but Yan Mingguang disagreed because Yan Mingguang flipped through the folder. But Yan Wei didn't agree, and the others also felt that it would be more dangerous to go through the file folders instead of one by one, so they finally coordinated.
Yan Wei and Lin Qing live in the same room, in the 12th carriage. If something happens, Lin Qing is there, and the place that needs to be done will not become a shortcoming.
Xu Miaomiao was alone, staying in her original room - this was Xu Miaomiao's own proposal. Compared with other people, she is more mediocre everywhere. She is not particularly good at fighting, but it is not bad. Deduction is also her strength. Compared with other people who need to take care of each other, she is more suitable for being alone.
Yan Mingguang unexpectedly shared a room with Ding Xiao.
Yan Mingguang has no attitude towards this.
Yan Wei was a little surprised. When he first climbed the building, he and Yan Mingguang rescued Ding Xiao together. He couldn't remember exactly how they saved him and what happened at the beginning, but he remembered that after that, Ding Xiao always regarded him as a benefactor and possessed him. Yan Mingguang, who has a strong desire, also has a bad attitude every time he sees Ding Xiao.
This distribution is actually good, several people are taking care of each other, the only Xu Miaomiao who has not been taken care of has not been targeted so far, and lives in a sleeper room that has not had any accidents.
Yan Weisheng was afraid that Yan Mingguang would be calm on the surface, so he turned his head to put on small shoes for Ding Xiao. Before dispersing, he sat on the bed of the sleeper and took Yan Mingguang's hand.
The warmth came through the palm, the man turned his head and looked down at him. Yan Wei whispered: "Take care of Ding Xiao more—of course, you are the most important."
Xu Miaomiao who hadn't gone far: "...???" Who will take care of whom?
Yan Mingguang patted the back of his hand with the other hand, as if to comfort the restless cat.
"Um."
Yan Wei paused. Lin Qing was sitting opposite. Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao had already arrived at their respective rooms. The cloudy sky outside had lasted all day and at this moment, some warm yellow sunset light had penetrated through the curtains. The stripe pattern on the curtain is engraved, and the darkness and light are intertwined in the mottled.
He suddenly wanted to ask Yan Mingguang—is there anything else you haven't told me
But he just paused, then raised his eyes and smiled at Yan Mingguang: "I'll trouble you to find a way to return the folder."
Folders cannot be left in their hands for too long. Since this thing was stolen from Li Mao's room, once Li Mao finds that something is missing, they will be greeted by death—this is why the other two players exchange information with this thing so readily.
This is a clue, but it is also a hot potato.
Yan Mingguang picked up the folder on the desktop and nodded slightly: "Be careful at night, call me if you have something to do."
Lin Qing, who had been standing by the side as the background board, finally said quietly: "I have something to do at night, and I am also next to Yan Wei."
Yan Wei: "..."
Yan Mingguang: "..."
Sorry, I really forgot.
When Yan Mingguang closed the door of the sleeping berth from the outside, only Yan Wei and Lin Qing were sitting opposite each other on the sleeping berth. The mottled warm yellow light and shadow are getting darker and darker, the dampness seeps in from all directions, and the cold air is oppressive.
Yan Wei is still smiling, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and the tails of his eyes that are like peach petals are slightly raised. But the moment the sliding door was completely closed, the smile in his eyes fell with the sound of closing the door.
Lin Qing lowered her head expressionlessly, just like the day before, sorting out the clues obtained today, sorting out the messy logic.
Yan Wei's eyes followed the dim light and landed on the closed sliding door. He raised his hand subconsciously, touched the collar of the spacious coat on his body, and smelled the smell of Yan Mingguang remaining on the clothes.
He said, "Lin Qing."
Lin Qing looked up at him.
Yan Wei leaned back on the pillow, his whole body buried in the shadows. The tone is very casual: "If a person is concealed by the person he trusts the most, but he still trusts the other party unconditionally and still relies on the other party-is this person a fool?"
Lin Qing's brain without negative emotions seemed to froze for a moment, her eyeballs rolled around, and she thought about this question seriously. His eyes had the same color as Yan Mingguang's, but they were full of lifeless and calm seriousness, and at the moment they were covered with a layer of serious thought.
All his impulsive, curious and suspicious emotions were given to Lin Zhen. Even if his "brother" was scratching his head in front of the projection and wondering what Yan Wei was thinking, sitting in front of Yan Wei, he still had no interest in it.
After a while, Lin Qing replied: "From the two perspectives of behavior and psychology, I think it is better to say that this person is pretending to be stupid than to say that this person is a fool."
"Boom—"
The muffled sound of thunder came from the distant sky, as if the ancient clock that started the countdown of the dungeon hung the sword of death on the heads of every player who was still alive.
Yan Wei yawned, glanced at the car window which was completely covered by curtains, and complained: "It's going to rain again...it's cold."
After Yan Mingguang secretly stuffed the folder back into Li Mao's room, Ding Xiao was sitting by the bed and watching him.
She hesitated to speak.
Seeing that Yan Mingguang had calmly checked all the corners of the sleeper room, and the atmosphere in the room was terribly quiet, she finally asked, "What is the purpose of you offering to share a room with me?"
Yan Mingguang paused.
"I touched the file folder, I'm restless at night, I don't want Yan Wei to see it," he said. The content of the words is obviously full of cold tones, but when it comes to Yan Wei, Yan Mingguang's tone will always soften a little.
Therefore, Ding Xiao boldly asked one more question: "Does he not remember who you are?"
Yan Mingguang didn't seem to want to say more, but just wrote lightly: "Remember some."
Ding Xiao understood.
To remember something means to forget something.