Half Immortal - Chapter 148

    Yan Mingguang quickly gave Yan Wei a new set of clothes, which are the styles and materials that Yan Wei is most accustomed to wear on weekdays.

    Yan Wei pulled off his belt, took over the neatly stacked clothes, and moved.

    He lowered his head and said, “What about that ghost outside?”

    “Gone.”

    “It came up to tear my neck. I stopped it for a while, and it disappeared. It should have disappeared when Cao Qun died.”

    Yan Wei glanced at Yan Mingguang again.

    In addition to the blood spattered on the man’s shirt and cheeks, the clothes are flat, and the ground is full of blood, but Yan Mingguang’s trouser legs are as clean as ever.

    It’s not like the embarrassment that escaped from the dead, but it seems to be able to deal with it with ease.

    Can’t ask? What, he nodded: “Oh.”

    Yan Wei took off his coat, shivered from the cold, and hugged the new clothes into Yan Mingguang’s arms. The warm package came, and the man hugged him easily.

    “Then you? Right? This dungeon? Have? Understand? Just like in the puppet castle, is there? No? Some foreknowledge?”

    “No?.”

    Yan Wei moved his body and changed his clothes in Yan Mingguang’s arms. But with one action, the man holding him froze all over, and his breathing stopped.

    Taking advantage of the man’s distraction because of him, Yan Wei accidentally touched the gauze-wrapped wound on Yan Mingguang’s wrist. He pressed it and let go quickly, without even looking at the wound, as if he had touched it inadvertently.

    Yan Mingguang did not have any response, not even the slight physiological or sexual response that pain should bring.

    No injuries? Yan Wei was worried about something in his heart – he said that he was entangled with ghosts, but in fact, he was worried inside.

    Yan Mingguang is with him, and there are secrets he doesn’t know.

    At this moment, a sense of unreliable vanity swept over, and Yan Wei thought of some details that he had always forgotten. After the memory was restored, from the first time he climbed the building, to formatting, and now, the memory has been connected into a complete line, but there are always some subtle fragments that he can’t remember.

    Yan Wei initially blamed the memory for blurring over time. But now, he suddenly felt that what he got was not a complete memory.

    He didn’t have anything? He just stopped moving unconsciously and wrote it down.

    “Wear it well?” Yan Mingguang said suddenly, “You are an ordinary person now and will catch a cold.”

      Hearing Yan Mingguang’s words, he raised his head, leaned on Yan Mingguang’s shoulder, and looked at the man’s neck and jawline.

    Yan Mingguang suddenly raised his hand, held his chin, and kissed him sideways.

    This time it was a long and light experience.

    Yan Mingguang’s breathing became faster and faster, but suddenly stopped. The man let go of Yan Wei, helped Yan Wei pull up his trench coat, and said, “Take a rest. I was too tired just now, and I had a lot of ups and downs. I’m afraid you won’t feel well tomorrow.”

    Yan Wei blinked, opened her mouth, and said nothing. In fact, it is temporarily safe now, and they have also turned off the projection. If they really want to… it’s nothing. But to be cautious, copy? Inside really should not do these things.

    He stepped back slightly, picked up the trousers he had not put on, and said, “Yes, I—”

    Yan Wei’s voice stopped abruptly.

    Yan Mingguang suddenly grabbed the hand he was wearing, pulled him into his arms, and kissed the corner of his mouth again. The man’s deep voice was close at hand, wrapped in hot air: “I forgot just now, you? Don’t die today.”

    Yan Wei was taken aback.

    The man’s hand was already on his collar.

    Finally there is no more rain.

    I don’t know if the rainy day is finally over, or the train has left an area. There was no daylight outside the train, the curtains were still drawn, but the daylight that came in was brighter than the previous two days.

    Only all the carriages, where the players walked, the curtains of the windows were drawn, and the players could not see what was going on outside.

    Yan Wei woke up to the mechanical sound she was accustomed to.

    He was clean and tidy, and there was an electric heater exchanged from the mall on his side. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the apparently bright sky.

    On the opposite sleeper, Lin Qingzheng sat upright, holding a cup of hot water in his hand, his back was straight, his eyes were serious, and his eyes fell straight on Yan Wei on the ground.

    He saw that Yan Wei was awake, waited until Yan Wei sat up? He handed the water glass to Yan Wei and said, “Today’s death list has nothing to do with us? But last night there were When something happened in several places, Yan Mingguang went to watch it first, so as not to be manipulated by other players. This is what he prepared for you, for fear that you will be uncomfortable.”

    Yan Wei: “…”

    Lin Qing: “You? You have always had more foresight than me. Is there any deep meaning in doing this?”

    Yan Wei picked up the cup, felt the temperature received in the palm of his hand, and said, “…how to do?”

    As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was hoarse.

    “…”

    Suddenly? Understanding the meaning of this glass of water, Yan Wei raised the glass and took a few sips.

    “Last night,” Lin Qing lowered her eyes, her expression still solemn, “The voice is a little loud.”

    Yan Wei choked and said, “Cough…cough…”

    “Is it related to the death trigger of the carriage? Or is it to simulate what the ghost did?”

    “.”

    He put the water glass aside, stood up abruptly, picked up the trench coat and put it on him, cleared his throat and said, “Go, find Yan Mingguang. Where is he?”

    Lin Qing immediately followed him out of the carriage and said, “It’s in the eleventh carriage.”

    Without Lin Qing’s answer, Yan Wei walked out of the sleeper room and saw Yan Mingguang standing at the door of the first sleeper room in carriage 11. Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao were also there. It seems that they did not have any trouble last night. What happened?

    Yan Wei approached and smelled a thick **** smell that was disgusting.

    Yan Mingguang glanced at him, his voice wrapped in warmth: “How do you feel?”

    Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao immediately cast a puzzled look.

    “…Nothing, is this Zhao Jingchen?”

    “Hmm.”

    In the eleventh carriage, except for the five of them standing in the crowded aisle, there is no one. On the top bunk of the first sleeping room, a pile of human-shaped pieces of meat were piled on the bed. The bedding and sheets had completely turned crimson blood, and the ground was also covered with blood. Some corners with little blood have begun to dry up.

    It was a complete piece of minced meat, only barely discernible? It was a human shape, even the limbs and brain were completely chopped up, and the brain was mixed with the minced meat. The blood was still seeping down, dripping onto the lower bunk and onto the train floor.

    “Is this the source of the bone-cutting sound last night?”

    “It should be,” Ding Xiao replied to Yan Wei, “We are closer to this room, and we can hear it more clearly. At first it was a dull rubbing sound, and then it was that kind of burst. The sound of chopping for a while should be from the dismemberment of the limbs, the small bones of the palm that were first cut, and then cut into the body, and then they began to chop.”

    Lin Qing knew that Yan Wei was obsessed with cleanliness, she walked in through the blood, looked around, and said, “There are other people in the room, there are **** footprints on the ground, the living people are now Ran.”

    It doesn’t matter, even if you leave during the day, you have to come back at night. This train can live in only a few compartments, and it can’t even run away.

    Lin Qing stood on tiptoe in front of the top bunk where the minced meat was placed, her face did not change, and she directly extended her hand.

    Yan Wei: “…”

    For a moment, Lin Qing took out something from what should have been her wrist – a blood-stained safety lock bracelet.

    “What is this?” he asked.

    Xu Miaomiao didn’t think about it? Cable said: “I bumped into him when I got on the train at the platform, and I saw this, it was an ordinary safety lock, he was wearing the one he got on, and Copies? Should be fine.”

    Lin Qing immediately lost interest and put down the bracelet.

    Yan Wei frowned: “Why do I feel it? A little familiar.”

    Yan Mingguang said indifferently: “Zhou Tian also wears one on her hand.”

    Yan Wei took another look at the safety lock. After a moment, he said: “Zhao Jingchen died? He was dismembered by ghosts. His body was in 1101, and the people who died were those who slept on the death list.”

    There is no other information here, Yan Wei looked for a while, then went to their original sleeper room and glanced at Cao Qun’s body.

    Cao Qun was killed by ghosts after Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang left? However, Lin Qing’s reaction was faster than Cao Qun’s. He had already walked to the door. Although the door was closed, he still had some room to play. He tangled with ghosts in the aisle for a while.

    The target of the ghost was not fixed. Lin Qing quickly jumped to the upper bunk, but the ghost did not follow up, and instead attacked Cao Qun, who was still crowded in the lower bunk. It was just dark at the time, and when Lin Qing had time to take out the lamp, the ghost disappeared, and Cao Qun has become like this.

    Cao Qun’s body was spread out? On the bottom bunk, a wound in the middle tore him from top to bottom. The wound started from the head, killing Cao Qun directly, so Cao Qun didn’t make any sound.

    Yan Wei stepped forward? Looking at it, she frowned and said, “Why do their wounds look like they were caused by not sharp props?”

    Whether it’s dismemberment or such an incision? This kind of death? Very tragic, but very brutal.

    Ding Xiao said: “Also? Two corpses are similar, one with a completely torn neck, and one dead? It’s more comfortable, because a fork pierced the throat.”

    “Two?” Yan Wei raised his eyelids, looked at the carriage behind him, and suddenly understood why he smelled the blood from somewhere else, “A total of four died last night. indivual?”

    There were only sixteen of them in total.

    “Yes, there are four in total. Besides Zhao Jingchen and Cao Qun, there are two other people, one is a high-level player who lives in the thirteenth carriage, there are three people in their room, and now only the dead are left. The next two. The other? One is Yuemang’s He Dong, who died in the twentieth carriage with a broken neck.”

    Xu Miaomiao: “He Dong should not be on the list of dead last night, he died too far away, I think it is more likely that something happened to Zhao Jingchen, he ran out, Run too far and get killed by ghosts.”

    Yan Wei is clear.

    If he and Yan Mingguang didn’t hide in the empty room of the 12th carriage yesterday, but continued to run down, I’m afraid they would encounter the same thing as He Dong.

    An accident happened to the other triple room, then his guess was right, a sleeping room can only accommodate two people at most.

    Yan Wei was helpless: “Four people died, and the living people also got a few ways to avoid death triggers. Death oppresses this? Ah… Sure enough? It’s the player who stepped on death. The corpse is moving forward. Let’s exchange information with other living players in a while to avoid triggering death. In this case, all you need to worry about is the death list, one a day, and some time.”

    “Maybe not?” Yan Mingguang said suddenly, “Today’s death list is not one.”

    “It’s two.”