The two went on in the train.
Although it seems that the carriage is still empty, some moving handrails and the sound of knocking on the glass can be seen from time to time along the way, showing that this space is not just the two of them.
After entering a new car, a row of blood-stained footprints appeared in front of him. The footprints were a bit messy, and they went all the way to the car.
Xiao Lan squatted down and observed it. The blood had solidified a bit, but it hadn't dried out yet. Obviously, it didn't last long.
A black shadow covered a little blood under Luo's drive. After a while, Luo said: "I'm a man, about 30 years old, and his physical condition is much better than ordinary people. It should be blood from the player."
"Follow up and take a look." Xiao Lan finished speaking and stood up and walked in the direction where the blood stains stretched.
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Following the blood stains, the two reached the last carriage all the way.
At the door of the carriage, the blood stains disappeared.
This car is completely different from what we have seen before. The pure white color is matched with the metal seat and the simple shape. Both the material and the design reveal a modern sense.
Xiao Lan was convinced that this was a carriage that had not appeared before.
This car is brand new, and there are traces of splicing with the original car. It should be a car that was added later, and we have not seen such a car from the outside before.
"Could it be... the second time you get on the bus to enter here?" Xiao Lan guessed, "or is this change based on time? Or is it... a ticket?"
The reason for the change is unknown, but Xiao Lan soon has no room to think about this issue.
Because after walking a few steps forward, a corpse appeared.
This is a man in his thirties. He fell on the ground with his back leaning on the door of the car, his limbs turned over, showing an unnatural posture, his face lifted up, with a creepy weirdness. Smile.
He was wearing the most common clothes in the Descending World System store. His chest and abdomen were torn open, his stomach was hollowed out, and the internal organs were missing, but there was no blood on the ground.
"Luo, is the blood stains his own?" Xiao Lan asked.
"Yes." Luo nodded, confirming this guess.
Xiao Lan stepped forward to inspect the corpse, and saw handprints on the joints of his limbs. These handprints were of different sizes and overlapped with each other. It looked like a lot of people broke his joints at the same time.
And the internal organs he lost were not nearby, and there was not much blood on the ground.
Maybe the thing that attacked him took away the internal organs, or maybe he was not attacked here. As for more information, I am afraid that only the victim himself knows.
Xiao Lan closed the player's eyes and put his corpse aside to prevent him from falling directly on the rails below when the train arrived at the station to open the door, and he might end up crushed in the end.
Players die in a hurry. No one can predict how they will die in the end, nor can they prepare for themselves in advance. Every game, every danger may be the end of their lives, and it is already a luxury to be able to leave a complete body in the end.
In fact, after the game is over, no one knows how the player's corpse will be handled. Xiao Lan just tried his best to leave the dead player with a bit of decent life.
Xiao Lan turned out a towel prepared by Luo from the storage space, covering the other party's face, which was considered the final death.
After the corpse moved, a square object appeared from the original location of the corpse.
Luo picked it up, wiped the dust on the surface, and handed it to Xiao Lan: "It's a wallet, sir."
Xiao Lan took a closer look. This is a pure black wallet. The texture feels very good. The design is also a low-key and simple route. However, the rigorous workmanship and meticulous hardware can still tell that this wallet is absolutely worthless. Philippines.
Players generally don't have a wallet unless they have special hobbies.
The reason is also very simple, because you don't need money to come to the world. Unless there is any special memorial or props, most players will not bring such useless things into the game.
Xiao Lan looked at this wallet, which should be classified as a luxury item, and then at the player's body next to him wearing the most common clothes produced by the system. His clothes were very ordinary, even a little bit raunchy. It's not like something the other party would have.
So, is this obtained in this game
Xiao Lan opened the wallet, and there were a lot of cards in it. In addition, there were only a few brand-new banknotes with no change. At first glance, they put them in for use. As a result, they didn’t have a chance to take it out for a long time. A typical modern wallet. .
As he moved, a black object rolled down from the wallet, a round, coin-shaped "13" with embossed on it.
Xiao Lan asked Luo to take out the previously found ticket for comparison. Except for the color, the ticket was exactly the same as the one they found before.
Xiao Lan frowned: "There are actually two types of tickets."
In this way, the feeling of choosing one of the two is more obvious, not only the choice of train or platform, but also the choice of black ticket or white ticket.
But, which one is the correct option
Putting the ticket aside, Xiao Lan continued to check the contents in her wallet.
On one side of the wallet is a picture of a man and a woman.
Their movements are very close together. They should be a couple or a couple. The faces of the two people in the photo are blurred, as if they have been processed, they cannot be seen clearly. Only the man in the photo is tall. , And the woman has fair skin and slender figure.
There is no doubt that the clothes of the two people are very modern, and the photos are not yellowed. Obviously, this is a photo taken recently.
Xiao Lan took out the photo and wanted to check the back, but received a system prompt:
[That day, my mother personally gave you her favorite brooch, and you looked beautiful when you smiled at me wearing it]
[Trigger story mission: Missing passing away]
[Task description: find the brooch]
[Task Reward: Random Rare Items*1]
[Reminder: The plot task cannot be abandoned, it plays a key role in the progress of the game, please treat it with caution]
Seeing the system prompt, Xiao Lan turned her gaze back to the front of the photo, and the woman did indeed have a brooch on her chest. The style of the brooch is very old, but the workmanship is very exquisite, with a beauty that will not be eliminated by time.
The plot task, it seems that they have found something very important, but the task does not say who should be handed over after finding the brooch, and they don't know how to complete it.
He looked at the tall man in the photo, and then thought of the man in black with a strong sense of oppression when he got in the car before. Could it be him
But... Xiao Lan felt cold when he thought of that random rare item. After all, [Zhang Dong's autograph] was also a rare item.
He took a look at this valuable wallet, and the guy who likes this task can be more generous. But it doesn't seem to be very useful for others to be generous, after all, the word random is too evil for non-chiefs.
In short, let's find the brooch first.
At present, they still have to go back to the platform again, not only to find the brooch, but also to find more clues, let them judge whether to choose the train, the platform, or neither.
Xiao Lan stood in place and was thinking about the current situation. Luo watched him quietly from the side and didn't say anything about Xiao Lan's thinking.
Suddenly, a harsh sound of nails scratching the glass came from the side.
The sound was harsh, with an annoying frequency, even the roar of the train could not be suppressed.
Xiao Lan turned his head and looked, and saw a pale, swollen and bloody hand scratching on the glass. This hand was very dirty, as if it had just picked up coal, with a lot of black stains.
After the harsh sound, this hand changed its way, and it slapped the door of the car, as if it wanted to enter the car from the outside.
The slapping sound was stiff and slow, maintaining a rigid frequency all the time.
As Xiao Lan's eyes shifted to the direction where it was, the slap range of this hand was changed from the door to the window, but no matter how many positions it changed to appear, it always kept the position above the elbow, never Exposed other parts.
This thing turned out to be awkward, but it seemed weak.
Although this dungeon would attract danger if it didn't say anything, it's hard to guarantee that it won't attract the attention of other things. For example, the danger of letting the player on the ground die, or the tall black man I've seen before, the sense of threat that that man exudes, makes Xiao Lan not want to confront him unless she has to.
It is always a hassle to let this hand go on like this.
Xiao Lan walked towards where this hand was, and when he saw him approaching, this hand stopped tapping the glass. She lay down on the window peacefully, tapping the glass lightly with her fingertips, which seemed to be suggesting him. Come and play with yourself.
I don't even look at my stubby, swollen, and dirty look, it's not cute at all.
Xiao Lan stepped forward with expressionless face and stretched out her hand in the direction of the hand outside the window.
Then-raised his middle finger.
It may be that the operation was stunned, and the hand knocking on the glass outside the window stopped.
Then Xiao Lan made a chopped hand movement against that hand, and signaled to the other party: Let's make another noise, kill you.
That hand obviously didn't expect to get such a reaction. When the player saw it, who didn't retreat in fear, or left cautiously, who would dare to threaten him
The hand suddenly slapped the window angrily, slapped the glass banging loudly, in a posture of slapped through the glass.
"Heh." Xiao Lan gave it a sneer, "You really don't know what to do".
Immediately, Xiao Lan grabbed the railing of the car, then pulled it off directly in front of the opponent, twisted it into a twist within a few seconds and threw it in front of the window.
Then, he pointed to the door of the train, made a "3" gesture, then squeezed his fist, and pointed to the metal twist on the ground.
The meaning is very clear: when the door opens at time, you are the next twist.
The movement of that hand flapping the window froze, it moved down and then again, as if to compare the hardness of itself and the train railing, and finally slipped decisively.
Stop playing, stop playing, this person is so fierce...
Xiao Lan showed a satisfied smile.
As Luo watched Xiao Lan continue to study the back of the photo in his hand, he always felt that his husband had become more and more proficient in threatening ghosts, and he had the aura of a bully in the world.
And he is the lackey behind that bully.
Well, think about it, it's a match.