Ding Xiao said no more.
The faint sunset light shining through the curtains disappeared at this moment, and the cramped sleeper room was almost completely dark, with only the sound of the train moving and the sound of the rain that had just appeared getting louder. As the carriage swayed, Ding Xiao grabbed the ladder as a handrail, and the heat from the metal made her palms feel cold.
At this moment, she straightened her back, her expression was tense, and she always felt that there was something secretly spying around her.
But although she was on guard, she didn't see how nervous she was.
Yan Mingguang is here, most likely nothing will happen.
The next moment, the light bulb hanging above the sliding door flickered, and the halo flickered down, and finally stabilized.
Ding Xiao saw Yan Mingguang sitting on the other side, leaning sideways, his eyes slightly lowered, and his expression was calm. And beside him, a bloody thing was crouching beside the bed, its blue and white palms were covered with corpse spots, thick black blood was dripping down from its jet-black hair, its exposed face was pale and bloodstained, with an inch of skin One inch cracked, and the cracks were covered with rotting insects.
The thing looked up at Yan Mingguang, and with subtle movements, rotten insects squirmed on the cracks, and blood and tears flowed around the dark eyes.
Yan Mingguang just raised a hand, and pressed it between him and this dirty thing in a vain manner.
The ghost can no longer advance an inch.
Yan Wei and Lin Qing each chose a lower berth to lie down on. Lin Qing sorted out the information and discussed with Yan Wei before lying quietly on one side without speaking. Yan Wei rested his head on his hands, lying face up, his eyes stared at the bed board above without focus, and his brows were slightly frowned.
Just now he and Lin Qing discussed several possibilities about the front of the car, and Yan Wei felt that something was wrong.
The starting point is the source, which is most likely. Whether it is in the myth of Prometheus or in the logic of ordinary people, the occurrence of things is the root of pain. As long as it has not started, pain will not come. From the perspective of Zeus, Prometheus was destined to be tortured from the moment he stole the fire. From the player's point of view, the moment they get in the car is the beginning of the "torture".
Therefore, the dining car may be the front of the symbolic car, which is beyond doubt and has the greatest possibility.
Their focus tomorrow will also be on the dining car.
There is also a possibility that the train is just elongated, just because it is too long, forming a visually endless feeling. They may run out of one or two hundred carriages before they can see the front of the car. The five of them, with all the high-level props plus a pile of legendary props, can still hold on.
But at this point, Yan Wei felt that it was basically impossible—this violated the fact that the oppression of death does not require force to break it.
But the dining car...
He blinked slowly, and lifted the quilt to wrap himself up. He was wrapped in Yan Mingguang's coat and heavy bedding, and the cold and damp air couldn't get close to him, so he finally felt a little warm.
"Lin Qing," he said, "do you remember what the hard seat car and the dining car have?"
Lin Qing opened her eyes and said calmly: "The dining car has a small kitchen, a bar, kitchen utensils, cutlery, a dining table and benches on both sides of the dining table, a small blackboard hanging at the end, curtains and the windows that have been covered. The front is a hard-seat car that cannot go to the bottom. The things inside are very simple. There are luggage racks on the top of the two sides, and hard seats on the bottom. There are three seats on the left and right of each row. In the middle is the aisle. , there is a decorative painting hanging under the announcer."
He paused, as if he was afraid of Yan Wei's misunderstanding, and said: "After Yan Mingguang discovered that there was something else behind the small blackboard, I checked the decorative paintings on several sleeper cars. They were just ordinary paintings and there was nothing wrong with them."
Yan Wei sighed: "There is no difference between what you said and what I remember. But I always feel weird in my heart, thinking that we missed something."
"I'll think about it," he said.
Yan Wei closed his eyes.
The train for these few hours has always been exceptionally quiet, except for the rust smell in the air and the increasingly thick rancid stench, everything seems to have been pressed on the pause button, without any additional noise.
Inside the second berth in carriage 11.
Xu Miaomiao sat alone on the lower bunk, leaning slightly against the wall. She opened her eyes and looked ahead, her fists clenched tightly, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.
There was nothing in front of her. But from the moment she was separated from Yan Wei and the others—to be precise, the moment she was completely separated from Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei, she was alone in the room, and the feeling of being spied on in the dark enveloped her from all directions. Come.
Xu Miaomiao has basically experienced this feeling in every dungeon related to ghosts.
But this time is different.
At the beginning, she held her high-end props very calmly, and checked the sleeper room, which was only an inch in size, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, and found nothing, and found nothing wrong.
But the feeling of creepiness is getting heavier and heavier.
Even if it is being targeted, there must be a trigger. She was not on the death list, did she do anything extra today
"Shhh-"
The light bulb flickered a few times, then pressed down completely. It was time for the train to turn off the lights, and all the lights in the carriages disappeared at this moment. Xu Miaomiao's eyes went dark, and a sharp and long scratching sound suddenly sounded in her ears, like fingernails rubbing back and forth on a cold metal surface.
"呲呲—" "呵呵—" "呵呵—" "..."
Xu Miaomiao just felt that her nerves seemed to be condensed by this voice, as if they were about to explode.
Without moving, she calmly took a deep breath and took out a flashlight from the black ring. The cold touch brought by the handle of the flashlight spread from the palm of her hand, she pressed her fingertips hard, and pushed the switch of the flashlight without hesitation.
Pale beams of light spread out.
Yan Wei couldn't sleep.
I don't know if it's because there is no Yan Mingguang by his side today, or because the mystery of the front of the car hangs in his heart, he closed his eyes for a long time, but still doesn't have any pajamas.
With a sound of "呲啦", Yan Wei closed his eyes, feeling the disappearance of the light—turned off the light.
He rubbed against the quilt, half of his face buried in the quilt.
It was getting colder in the room.
Suddenly, Yan Wei opened his eyes.
Almost without any hesitation, he sat up from the bed in an instant, and the moon wheel was already held in his palm. The pale white light emitted by the moon wheel slightly illuminated the eyes, outlining the outline of the thing standing in front of the lower bunk.
It was a dirty thing covered in blood, its front was cut open from top to bottom by a sharp weapon, and the internal organs flowed out from the opening in the middle, as if a string of filth was waiting to be poured out.
The moment Yan Wei took out the moon wheel, it leaned forward slightly towards Yan Wei, and smiled at Yan Wei at close range with a dirty face.
Yan Wei looked at the face of Cao Qun that had been cut in half, but nothing happened. He walked around this thing and took a brief look at the sleeper where Lin Qing was. Lin Qing was lying upright on the bed, her breathing was steady, her eyes were closed tightly, obviously she didn't notice any problem.
With Lin Qing's strength, no matter how suddenly the ghost appeared, as long as it did appear, it was impossible for him to be unaware and even sleep so peacefully.
Yan Wei sensed a trace of familiarity. That was the familiarity from the last time he climbed to the top floor. At that time, there was no movement around him. Time and space were abruptly suspended in place by some kind of force majeure. The progress of the dungeon stopped. He seemed to be in a suddenly split blank.
There are only him and the malicious attachment that was born out of Lou.
This is one of the ways that thing can enter the instance. It cannot interfere with the progress of the dungeon, nor can it change the rules of the building. It can only descend into the dungeon in this way, either by attaching to a dirty thing and suspending everything in the dungeon, or by... turning into the appearance of Yan Mingguang without interfering with any dungeons The things in it interfere with him from the player's point of view.
These two methods are not low on the consumption of this thing, and the former is easier.
Yan Wei raised his eyes and looked at "Cao Qun" calmly.
The thing didn't move, and neither did he.
After about ten seconds, Yan Wei sneered: "It's a trick, do you still want to scare me? Rubbish."
The corpse of "Cao Qun" tilted its neck and smiled even more fiercely at Yan Wei with its head and body perpendicular to 90 degrees. The dirty thing that shouldn't be able to make a sound actually said to Yan Wei: "Long time no see."
But "Cao Qun"'s mouth split in two from the middle did not change at all. The voice was thin and ethereal, as if it came from afar, and it was exactly the same as every time the notification sounded from the building.
Yan Wei was disdainful: "Long time no see? It's been a long time since I saw you. Haven't you been hiding in the dark and using Lou's power to spy on me?"
"That's attention."
"You're pretty good at talking."
"..."
Yan Wei and this thing stared at each other strangely for a while.
Finally, he yawned boredly: "Do you think I didn't sleep well enough?"
"..." "Cao Qun" laughed, "You should give up."
"Give up on the summit? Dreaming."
"Come up again, it's just a repetition. How about we discuss it, I can't change the rules, but I can help you arrange the easiest high-level dungeon every time, and also provide the most obvious access to the building. You can Wandering freely in this world, always possessing the most unattainable ability of others, immortality, isn't that easier than being an ordinary person?"
Yan Wei raised his eyelids, and started to play with the moon wheel in his hand boredly.
He said: "You mean, I don't go to the top floor, and when the maximum time stipulated by the building rules is up, I will be passively entered into the dungeon, and then come down from the building, repeating over and over again?"
"Isn't that good? You can also be with... him all the time. "
"Dirty things like you that are condensed with malice can also dream of Spring and Autumn Dreams?"
"..."
Yan Wei sneered and said, "If I really listen to you and go in, is it the easiest dungeon or the hardest dungeon, your stupid head doesn't count?"
"..." If that thing could have a face, it should be able to show Yan Wei a red face at this moment. It's a pity that he only has a pale grimace that has been split in two, hanging around his neck at the moment, revealing his autism in his calmness.
Yan Wei was very satisfied with this, "Why are you staring at me? You can't touch me, and the ghosts in this dungeon can't touch me right now. If you look at me a little more, can I lose a piece of meat? See you in the next dungeon, okay? I It just happens to give you a ride, so that you can walk convinced."
After a long while, the misty and strange voice trembled and let out trembling laughter.
This thing seems to be holding his throat: "I really don't understand what you are obsessed with. You are still with him, and you are doomed to fail. I came to talk to you, but you are unwilling to accept concessions. Yan Wei, I have seen many, many A fool who wants to save everyone, but this is the first time I see him, and he will continue to pretend to be a fool knowing the result."
Yan Wei's heart skipped a beat.
This thing seems to have something to say, and it also involves Yan Mingguang. He couldn't understand the meaning of this thing, and vaguely felt that it was a secret about Yan Mingguang that he hadn't touched.
While he looked on, he was planning to think of a way to keep this thing for a while, and he used a set of words, but his sharp voice sounded again, drifting further and further away: "You always want everything... But you always, can't keep anything .”
"I can't touch you, but I can still magnify the danger for those who trigger the minimal death conditions. That person—ah, that female player, is she also your friend?..."
The voice had already drifted away, but another voice from the car in front took its place, cut through the night sky, and slammed into Yan Wei's ear.
"Ah! Sister Ding!!"
That was Xu Miaomiao's cry for help.