Half Immortal - Chapter 147

    Yu Feizhou turned his head, glanced at Lin Zhen solemnly from top to bottom, and said, “You are not injured.”

    Lin Zhen still covered his eyes and said, “I’m not in the copy.”

    Yu Feizhou turned his gaze back to Lin Qing’s perspective.

    In the picture, Lin Qing, like Yan Mingguang and the others, took out a small lamp and put it aside. His expression was still solemn, and there was only a faint emotion in his dark eyes, without any waves.

      The place.

    He didn’t exhale, but his right arm was shaking slightly. The wound never disappeared, and it stayed on Lin Qing’s right shoulder.

    The dim light illuminated what was inside.

    The dirty thing just now disappeared, but the floor in the sleeper room was covered with blood, and the sound of ticking was incessant.

    Lin Qing sat on the berth on one side, and on the berth on the other side, the snow-white bedding had completely turned into a bright red blood color. The tick of blood also came from this sleeper.

    Cao Qun’s body was spread out on the bottom bunk.

    —is a real spread.

      The broken stomach still had undigested food, exuding a disgusting sour taste.

    Lin Qing’s expression did not change.

      , After Cao Qun died, the ghost left by himself. Now that you come again, it is easy to have the wrong number of people again.”

    He heard Lin Qing’s words, cleared his throat, and shouted, “Yan Mingguang and I will stay in the twelfth carriage tonight!”

    No more sound from that end.

    The surroundings fell into silence again, Yan Wei heard the sound of Yan Mingguang’s breathing close at hand, raised his eyes, and in the dense light from the flashlight beam, he could vaguely see the blood on the man’s cheek. It seemed to be sputtered by the ghost, and the wound could not be seen, only a few points of black blood.

    Yan Mingguang’s black eyes stared straight at him, his cold and hard outline was particularly clear in the dark, his expression towards Yan Wei was never cold, but his cheeks were stained with blood, Actually wrapped in a little chill.

    He let Yan Wei sit down, turned around and closed the door.

    The smell of rust and fishy smell still wafts in the air, and the light of the flashlight condenses into a beam forward?, dim and bright. The surroundings were quiet, and there was no movement at the moment, whether it was the players who were awakened and secretly eavesdropping, or the ghosts that might appear.

    Tonight should be over.

    Yan Wei returned to the cage rationally, and finally felt the pain from his fingertips and arms. Yan Mingguang obviously noticed these two wounds earlier than himself. This man has walked forward slowly, knelt down on one knee in front of him, grabbed his hand and began to bandage him.

    Yan Wei looked down at him, first confirmed that there was no major wound on his body, only the wrist was wrapped in a layer of gauze, it should be treated before entering? All right.

    Confirmed that nothing happened to Yan Mingguang, Yan Wei’s original panic was replaced by calmness, followed by a faint anger: “I don’t like you making your own decisions.”

    “Hmm.”

    “My immortality is only two minutes,” he took a deep breath, “You hide in and let me block that ghost is the wisest choice.”

    “Hmm.”

    “I want to leave this world without freedom alive, but I also want to leave with you. I don’t want to play those I die for you and you die for me drama, we already have this With more experience, you should know that maximizing profit is always the best choice.”

    “Hmm.”

    “Yan Mingguang.”

    The man paused for the act of dressing him.

    “I’m scared to death.”

    “Hmm.”

    Yan Wei: “.”

    Yan Wei has never lost in reasoning, except for Yan Mingguang, because this man is unreasonable.

    Yan Mingguang helped him deal with the wound, got up and sat beside him, and began to help Yan Wei clean up the dirt he just got in the panic.

    He stopped thinking about the things just now, and sorted out his chaotic thoughts.

    The small blackboard is the death list. In Prometheus, the evil eagle of the planet day after day should be the flight attendant.

    Death lists were written by flight attendants.

    The accident happened to Zhao Jingchen because of the death list. And the two ghosts inside and outside their door should be because of the number of people.

    Between the panic, Yan Wei didn’t think too much, just compared the differences and changes before and after at that moment, that is the extra Cao Qun.

      In this way, only the difference in the number of people remains.

    It is possible that the number of people living in each room must be fixed. If there is one more person, ghosts will appear.

    “…Then why are there two?” Yan Wei muttered to himself, “If there is only one more Cao Qun, three people become four? One person is going to die, the one outside the door The ghost disguised as Xu Miaomiao is aimed at this extra person, what about the one that suddenly appeared inside?”

    He remembered the whole day, the coldness next to their bed, and the feeling of being spied on all the time – the ghost may have been hiding between their sleepers for a long time.

    “That means there are two more people,” Yan Mingguang said lightly, “The ghost that has been hidden for a long time is directed at the one who is already there, and the ghost that suddenly appeared outside the door is directed at Cao Qun, who only came in in the evening, came.”

    Yan Wei blinked and nodded slightly.

    “Yes, that’s right.” He said, “We can only accommodate two people in our room? So even if Cao Qun doesn’t come tonight, that ghost will suddenly appear in our room, and Cao Qun appears. , so the ghost outside the door also came. And the reason why we are completely peaceful now is because…”

    Yan Mingguang said, “Because this sleeper room in the twelfth carriage can accommodate two people.”

    The two of them are here now.

    In their original sleeper room, the moment they ran out, the ghosts probably shot at Cao Qun. After they left, the moment Cao Qun died, the ghosts left.

    The number of people has changed, whether it is the sleeper room in the eleventh carriage or the sleeper room where Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang are now staying.

    The room in the tenth compartment has changed from three people to one living person, this room has changed from no one to two people, it can be said that the number of people has not changed, because Zhao Jingchen and Before He Dong? When they lived here, there were also two people.

    Yan Wei found something in common: “So each sleeper can only accommodate two people at most? This is common sense. If it is really ‘Zeus’ who punished the workers on the train, the workers will become workers. If you are a ghost and continue to kill the passengers who get on the train next, then the original people living in these places should be workers. If the staff on the train live in the sleeper room, in order to store luggage, it is very likely that two people will sleep in a room below. Bunk, put things on the upper bunk, because if four people live, the daily necessities cannot be put down.”

    “Just a guess.”

    “It will be confirmed tomorrow. In addition to our triple room, there is another room as well. Let’s see tomorrow?

    It’s cruel, but it’s also true.

    If this guess is correct, they can confirm two pieces of information.

    First, only two people can live in the sleeper room, otherwise death will be triggered, and the player will not stop until no more than two people die.

    Secondly, these ghosts on the train were the workers of the train before they died, because their living laws are not the living laws of the passengers.

    “Okay,” Yan Mingguang said, “your pants are covered in blood, I’ll change it for you or—”

    “I’ll do it myself.” Yan Wei hurriedly said, “Help me, I’m afraid I’ll want to do something inappropriate in a place like this.”

    Yan Mingguang glanced at him and gave him a faint look.

    Yan Wei blushed a little and looked down at his trouser legs.

    Just now, he was leaning on the door and pushing the door, and the dirty blood from the goblin outside flowed in a little through the crack of the door, soaking his trouser legs . He couldn’t care about it just now, and now it is natural to change it.

    Yan Wei caught a glimpse of the legs of the man beside him.

    Slim and straight, clean and tidy.

    He was stunned for a moment, and his movements slammed.

    —clean?

    This person is definitely not the type to change clothes in the aisle.

    Is it only a ghost who pressed the door?

    For a while, Yan Wei glanced at the gauze at Yan Mingguang’s wrist without a trace through the darkness of the light – he actually wanted to tear off the gauze to see? Look? This man’s wrist On top of that, is there really a wound?

    This thought flashed by, but Yan Wei did not act.

    He suddenly remembered that in the copy of the puppet castle, Yan Mingguang “unintentionally” dropped the topographic map to remind him of further inferences and clues. At that time, Yan Mingguang, on the grounds that he had recovered the data and memory long ago, said that the copy was made by his backhand, so he knew some clues and situations that others did not know.

    But at this moment, he has completely recovered the memory and data stored in the coin. Logically speaking, it should be similar to what Yan Mingguang knows, and the situation of Yan Mingguang is no different.

    But he still had the same sense of unknown, out of control?

    Yan Wei’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression remained unchanged, and he withdrew his gaze without expression. He closed the projection view that was open to Lin Zhen and others, pulled off his belt, and said in a low voice, “Help me get a new set of clothes.”