Half Immortal - Chapter 139

    In the increasingly loud cries for help, Yan Mingguang just slowly finished smoking a cigarette.

    In order to prevent Yan Wei from seeing the reflection, he took off his glasses last night. At this moment, the cold and hard outline is full of doubts. This person stands there without speaking, like a pine and cypress covered with snow in winter, unable to get close.

    Lin Qing? Seeing Yan Mingguang like this, she took back what she wanted to ask.

    But he has long since lost his flustered emotions, and only needs a moment to calm down. Even if Yan Wei was in danger, he would never make a loud call for help.

    He stepped back.

      stand up.

    This train is not stable, every few seconds it will make a “bang” and “bang” sound of mechanical operation mixed with rust friction, and the carriage is also shaking Shaky? Go forward. Yan Mingguang stood in the corner, but his smoking posture was always stable.

    As soon as he smoked, he would follow the scattered soot, but this time he did nothing.

    The ash fell to the ground with Yan Mingguang’s movements, and after a while, a layer of very fine and scattered soot was spread on the ground in front of Yan Mingguang. The place where he stood was right where Cao Qun was smoking just now. Next to this layer of smoke was another piece of mess. Three cigarette butts fell from the ashes. It was obvious that Cao Qun had finished smoking. Anywhere? Throw it.

    One of the cigarette butts was still very long, when Yan Wei walked in, Ding Xiao asked Cao Qun to pinch the cigarette, so the cigarette was not finished at all.

    The cry for help? It stopped suddenly.

    Yan Mingguang just finished smoking the second cigarette. He looked down at the soot on the ground, but not the one in front of him.

    Afterwards, he threw the third cigarette he just took out on the ground, and finally took a deep look at the traces of the two smoked cigarettes on the ground. , then turned around and raised his feet and said, “Go find Yan Wei.”

    Zhao Jingchen was in the first bathroom in the rear compartment of the dining car.

    He locked the door, turned on the light and stayed inside. The mirror in the bathroom was covered with cloth by the players last night, but in this room, on the washstand, the place where the mirror should have been hung was empty – the mirror had been covered by the mirror. Zhao Jingchen took it down.

    The toilet in the train is very crowded, and when you push the door and enter, there are things on both sides. On one side is a squat toilet with dirt on the edge that cannot be washed away. The cover of the water pump stuck to the wall is broken in half, and the outline of the floating ball is faintly visible, as if the train shook a little more. The water in it will leak out.

    On the other side is an old-fashioned vanity, and even the faucet is a cumbersome rotary switch.

    Zhao Jingchen pinched his nose and waited inside with great displeasure.

    The mirror was taken off by him and hung on the wall of the next bathroom opposite the door.

      superior.

    Even if the person who pushed in the door noticed it at the first time, and walked in to cover the mirror in front of him with something at hand, but then? Now, on the washstand in that bathroom, the cloth covering the mirror was lifted off. He blocked the one facing the door, but was also caught by another mirror on one side.

    Two directions, one can always succeed.

    As long as the figure is reflected, then this trigger will be…

    Zhao Jingchen suddenly felt that the smell of this bathroom was not so bad.

    He woke up early in the morning, but he didn’t go to the dining car first, but looked around outside his sleeping room. Of the sixteen players, including him, some had used the bathroom after getting up, while others were simply washing. Just washing, but among the players, Yan Wei drank the most – he seemed to drink a whole bottle of mineral water.

    Just now the dining car After everyone has read the blackboard, if someone wants to come to the bathroom, the first one to use should be Yanwei.

    Zhao Jingchen deliberately moved the mirror of this bathroom to the next one, pasted it on the wall opposite the door, and at the same time lifted the cover in the dark? That bathroom already has Mirror cloth. Then, he went back to the bathroom, turned on the light and locked the door, so that people who came from the dining car to find the bathroom would naturally go to the next one.

    Just go to the next room and open the door…

    Then Zhao Jingchen’s purpose has been achieved. He didn’t really do it because he wanted Yan Wei’s face, but because the hatred between him and Lin Qing had already existed before they entered the dungeon. With Yuemang and Xuanniao having a holiday, as soon as the dungeon started, he had to guard against Lin Qing and them, and vice versa, the three Xuanniao were the same.

    Death Oppression will not have a prompt sound, because the method of cracking is fixed – the player must find an item within the range of the dungeon, and that item represents the ladder . And in the process of searching, there will always be unreasonable or traceable methods of death that will suddenly appear, reaping the player’s life.

    All the player has to do is find the item that symbolizes the ladder, and… stay alive.

    How to live? As long as it is someone else who died, the probability of being killed by oneself is small. Players who know the oppression of death know that in this kind of dungeon, it is very common to secretly let other players trigger “death”.

    The first choice is the one who has already made a grudge.

    So for the safety of the future copy, Zhao Jingchen must also solve this worry.

    The sooner it can be resolved, the better.

    Take a step back? It doesn’t matter if that person is not Yan Wei. Come to a dead man, and he is the first to get the information.

    When he heard the footsteps walking towards the next carriage, Zhao Jingchen knew that the fish was hooked.

    As expected, after a while, Yan Wei’s cry for help rang out.

    The cry for help? It was muffled, obviously coming from the room. But Zhao Jingchen recognized that it was Yan Wei’s voice. The young man’s voice was calm, and at the moment it was wrapped in panic. Zhao Jingchen felt it was very pleasant.

    Lin Qing? It looks so protective

    —stopped abruptly.

    Players who have been immersed in the world of the building for a long time are familiar with this abrupt call for help.

    Zhao Jingchen smiled.

    He raised his hand and unscrewed the door lock of this bathroom, intending to go to the next bathroom to harvest his fruits.

    The door handle was pulled open, and the dim daylight shone down the hallway. Zhao Jingchen raised his head slightly and was about to turn around to go out. The handle of the bathroom facing outwards was tied with a rope. With Zhao Jingchen’s movements, the rope was pulled, and it seemed that something was pulled down by the rope in front of him.

    Two pieces of white cloth that seemed to be torn from the sheets were pulled by the rope and floated down.

    Zhao Jingchen looked forward along the direction the cloth floated down, and his movements suddenly stopped.

      Under the mirror, there are little traces of perennial water stains, which were sputtered from the washstand.

    This is actually a mechanism.

    He opened the door, the rope pulled the rag, and pulled down the cloth that had covered the mirror, directly exposing the mirror.

    Zhao Jingchen is very familiar with this mirror – this is clearly the mirror he took from the bathroom and pasted on the next bathroom.

    He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils shrank, but within one ten thousandth of a second, he saw his own reflection in the mirror.

    His hooded figure swayed slightly, and a pale face appeared on the mirror. This face was pale and bloodless, and the eyes were completely pitch-black, swarthy, as if containing all the filth.

    Thick black blood was left from the head of this grimace, it opened the **** mouth at Zhao Jingchen, and gave a sinister smile.

    Zhao Jingchen didn’t have time to think about it. The sense of crisis that he had cultivated in the copy over the years? Let him directly tear off his sweater jacket and throw it on the mirror.

    —There is something wrong with his trap! !

    The next moment, Zhao Jingchen’s footsteps completely stopped.

    Not only is there a mirror attached to the side wall of the aisle, but there is also a mirror hanging in the center of the aisle!

      The person who left the trap didn’t plan to use the first mirror to harm him at all, but predicted the direction he would choose and left the second mirror in this direction in advance.

    And in front of the mirror, was already standing a “thing” with black hair that completely covered his face and was so thin that he seemed to have only a skeleton.

    The thing was already floating in front of him.

    There seems to be some kind of cold chill that freezes Zhao Jingchen, he can’t move, his muscles are tense?

    This thing raised its corpse-spotted hand, pale skin and sharp nails.

    Its hands wrapped around Zhao Jingchen’s neck, tightening one by one, one by one.

      Those slender, gray-black bugs squirm slowly on its face, giving off a sickening stench.

    As the dirty thing tightened his hands, Zhao Jingchen blushed.

    His eyes were splitting, blue veins bursting out on his forehead, and that new and precise face that was only half a year old was already distorted.

    Every movement of that thing seems to be paused. In the midst of the bright light, the thing let out a shrill scream, like the twisting of sharp fingernails rubbing against a piece of metal.

    “Bang-“

     The rotten flesh and blood scattered all together, mixed together in a disgusting manner, and sprinkled it down, soaking Zhao Jingchen’s whole body. Even his hair was stained with a rancid and sticky feeling.

    But Zhao Jingchen took time to pay attention to the dirt in the air, he fell to the ground, clutching his neck, gasping for breath.

    The sticky and dirty black blood slipped from the top of his head and flowed through his eyes, covering his vision slightly.

    Zhao Jingchen raised his head, in the dirty black blood mixed vision, he saw the place where the two carriages were connected in front, the young man in the windbreaker leaned sideways against the wall, his posture was quite Relax. His trench coat was still neat and clean, and the scarf was just loosely draped around his neck, but he was meticulous.

    Yan Wei lowered his head slightly, played with the two swallow coins in his hand, and said casually: “What a powerful life-saving tool – ah, shouldn’t this stone statue be your legendary tool? It seems to be broken, which is a pity.”