Half Immortal - Chapter 152

      Yes, then that photo, which was hidden as evidence, is the key to breaking the tragedy, and the ladder is that it can’t be wrong.”

    Yan Wei said: “There is no conjecture in this retrospective. Although the owner of the retrospective has grievances, the entire retrospective timeline from beginning to end is within a very short time, and the flashback is very fast, There is no barrier for you to break. There is no need for the worker to deceive people to induce players to help break the barrier. This retrospective is a remnant of the injustice he most complained about during his lifetime, and it is a videotape.”

    The sleeping room with five people crowded fell into silence.

      The progress of Mao’s killing of the “workers” is constantly full of blood. Soon after, the car will slowly emit a rancid smell and a strong smell of blood, and the speed of Li Mao’s murder will suddenly increase – because in the retrospect, Li Mao killed for the fourth time, killing all the living people on the train. all killed.

    “So this book has actually reached the final countdown,” Lin Qing said slowly, “The first murder was a worker in bed 1101, and the second murder was written on the small blackboard today. The worker who got on the two beds, the third murder was when the worker who Ding Xiao read back found out the truth, the fourth murder was after Li Mao killed the workers who had gone to the front of the car, and then directly killed them. all the living people on the train.”

      If the player is dead, Li Mao will start the massacre immediately. We need to find the ladder before the third start.”

    “Tomorrow is the last day.” Yan Mingguang said. Compared with the dignified expressions of the other people, he is still indifferent, his cold and pure black pupils are like a bottomless pool of stagnant water, and he can’t see any unnecessary emotional fluctuations, but reveals a little calmness.

    The roar of the moving train was incessant, hitting everyone’s eardrums regularly. The sound started before they got into the car, and it never stops.

    Death oppression is not one of those treacherous horror or suspense dungeons; On the contrary, death oppression is very direct in breaking the game. For example, in the photo this time, since they saw that photo, the items in the front of the car would not have much variability.

    The difficulty is always – how to get that item?

    In other words – where is the illusory front of this broken place?

    Xu Miaomiao naturally thought of this. She frowned, her mind was full of thoughts, and she just opened her mouth: “There are several situations—”

    Yan Wei spoke almost at the same time as she: “It sounds impossible, but it is possible.”

    Hearing her opening, Yan Wei paused, tapped her chin, and motioned for Xu Miaomiao to speak first.

    But Xu Miaomiao opened her mouth, and she didn’t want to say what she just wanted to say. When acting with other players on the other side of the flower, she is the core of the team, the one who points out the key and corrects other people’s wrong thinking. But with Yan Wei, she gave birth to a feeling of dwarfing.

    I always feel that if she opens her mouth, it will become a useless show.

    The other party is obviously a high-level novice with much less dungeon experience than him.

    Xu Miaomiao felt annoyed. She was still wondering why Ding Xiao and Lin Qing both seemed to have Yan Wei as their core, thinking about how to behave in front of Ding Xiao, but in the end, she was the one who showed her timidity first.

    She whispered, “You think better than I do, just tell me.”

    Yan Wei was also polite, chuckled, and said, “Okay. The reason why we find it difficult is because the car can’t go to the end. Ding Xiao has tried it, and other players have also tried it. Dong even died on the way to the rear of the train. But I remember that when we got on the train, we saw the front of the train because the train was heading towards us from a distance. The front of the train was not too far from us at the time , we are also in the eleventh carriage…”

    “But I went forward dozens of knots,” Ding said with a smile, “there is still no end.”

    “This is the strange place. When things go wrong, there must be demons, and strangeness represents a point that can be explored – why does the train seem to stretch out of thin air after the train runs? It’s a train that never stops, but this car is endless.”

    Lin Qing leaned against the sliding door and thought for a moment with her hands folded, “Does the starting point mean the beginning? After this car was affected by grievances, the front of the car is no longer a concrete thing. , but the beginning of abstraction. The place where we get on the car, the starting point of the dining compartment, is the front of the car. The replicas in the building often have such falsehoods.”

    Yan Wei glanced at the folder on the table, blinked, and said while thinking: “It’s also possible. But now it’s dinner time, Li Mao will be active near the dining car, we can’t see it now , only tomorrow. We have to think first, five people, how to allocate sleepers tonight.”

    Lin Qing: “I’ll go see the two scenes in the 11th compartment.”

    After Yan Wei nodded, Lin Qing opened the sliding door and walked to the front compartment. He had to see if the traces of the corpse were still there.

      The probability of survival is still much higher, and I can be alone in a room.”

    As soon as he finished speaking, Li Mao’s voice seemed to come from outside: “Passengers, dinner is ready, please come out and get it.”

    This sound is from far to near, with the sound of roller friction. Yan Wei sat on the sleeper bunk and glanced slightly, only to see that Li Mao was still wearing that clean and tidy chef’s uniform, pushing the cart in his hand towards them, with lunch boxes placed on the cart.

    Seeing that Li Mao had already made a lunch box with Lin Qing in front, and was about to approach, Yan Mingguang immediately got up and walked to the door.

    Xu Miaomiao glanced at the folder on the small table and heard the sound of the cart stop, she was still a little worried that Li Mao would see this thing, raised her hand, took the folder and hid it temporarily behind himself.

    In front of the door, Yan Mingguang said indifferently: “Four people.”

    “Four dinners,” Li Mao’s slightly hoarse voice sounded. He counted four lunch boxes and folded them and handed them to Yan Mingguang. His words were still full of enthusiasm, “Have a nice meal!”

    He did not stop, pushed the cart, and continued to look for the guests in the next carriage.

    Xu Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief, took out the folder from behind and put it back on the table. Outside the door, Yan Mingguang turned around holding four lunch boxes and closed the door.

    Yan Wei: “Let’s eat first.”

    The lunch box exudes the aroma of the meal, which slightly dissipates the rust and rancid smell that is growing in the air. But everyone was not in the mood for the food at the moment, opened the lunch box and quickly took a few bites to keep the stomach full, and then ended the dinner.

    After a while, Lin Qing came back.

    “I just finished dinner by myself,” Lin Qing said, “The two rooms in carriage 11 are clean now, Li Mao should have cleaned it up. There is also a player in the sleeper room of 1101. Alive, he was originally with Cao Qun, Cao Qun died with us, and he didn’t really want to be with us.”

    Yan Wei took out the layout of the car that Lin Qing had drawn before, and clicked on the three sleeper rooms, the second, third and 12th compartments of the 11th compartment respectively. first room.

    “Then we currently have these three rooms with key cards. Five people live in two-two-one form. After tonight, we’ll go to the dining car and see it again tomorrow. . Tomorrow we have to find the ‘head’.”

    Yan Wei originally wanted to follow what he said before, he had one room, and the other two were in pairs, but Yan Mingguang did not agree, because Yan Mingguang turned over the folder. But Yan Wei didn’t agree. Others also felt that it would be more dangerous to go through the folders, and they finally coordinated.

    Yan Wei and Lin Qing share a room, and stay in the 12th compartment. If something happens, Lin Qing is there, and the place that needs to be done will not become a shortcoming.

    Xu Miaomiao had a room alone and stayed in her original room – this was proposed by Xu Miaomiao herself. Compared with other people, she is more moderate in every way. She is not particularly good at fighting, but she can still do it. Deduction is also her strength. Compared with other people who need to take care of each other, she is more suitable for being alone.

    Yan Mingguang accidentally shared a room with Ding Xiao.

    Yan Mingguang has no attitude towards this.

    Yan Wei was a little surprised. When he first went upstairs, he and Yan Mingguang rescued Ding Xiao together. He couldn’t remember how to save him or what happened in the first place, but he remembered that after that, Ding Xiao always regarded him as a benefactor and possessed him. Yan Mingguang, who is very lustful, has a bad attitude every time he sees Ding Xiao.

    This distribution is actually good. They all take care of each other. The only one who doesn’t take care of them is Xu Miaomiao.

    Yan Wei was afraid that Yan Mingguang would be calm, so he turned his head and put on small shoes for Ding Xiao. Before dispersing, he sat on the bed of the sleeper and took Yan Mingguang’s hand.

    The warmth came from the palm of the hand, the man turned his head and looked down at him. Yan Wei whispered, “Take care of Ding Xiao—of course, you are the most important.”

    Xu Miaomiao, who has not gone far: “…???” Who takes care of whom? ?

    Yan Mingguang patted the back of his hand with the other hand, as if to comfort the restless cat.

    “Hmm.”

    Yan Wei paused. Lin Qing was sitting opposite, Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao had already arrived at the room where they needed to stay. The cloudy day outside had finally penetrated a little warm yellow sunset light. The stripes on the curtains are imprinted, and in the mottled, dark and light are intertwined.

    He suddenly wanted to ask Yan Mingguang – is there anything you haven’t told me?

    But he just paused, then raised his eyes and smiled at Yan Mingguang: “The folder will trouble you to find a way to return it.”

    Folders cannot be left in their hands for too long. Since this thing was stolen from Li Mao’s room, once Li Mao found out that the thing was missing, it was inevitable that they would be greeted by death – which is why the other two players were so willing to use this thing to exchange information.

    This is a clue, but it is also a hot potato.

    Yan Mingguang picked up the folder on the desktop and nodded slightly: “Be careful at night, call me if you have something.”

    Lin Qing, who had been standing beside him as the background board, finally said quietly: “I have something to do at night, and I am also beside Yan Wei.”

    Yan Wei: “…”

    Yan Mingguang: “…”

    Sorry, I really forgot.

    When Yan Mingguang pulled the door of the sleeper room from the outside, only Yan Wei and Lin Qing were sitting opposite each other on the sleeper. The mottled warm yellow light and shadow are getting darker and darker, the dampness seeps in from all directions, and the cold is pressing.

      But the moment the sliding door was completely closed, the smile in his eyes fell along with the sound of the door closing.

    Lin Qing lowered her head expressionlessly, sorting out the clues obtained today and sorting out the messy logic just like the previous day.

    Yan Wei’s eyes followed the dim light and fell on the closed sliding door. He subconsciously raised his hand and touched the collar of the spacious coat he was wearing, smelling the smell of Yan Mingguang remaining on the clothes.

    He said: “Lin Qing.”

    Lin Qing looked up at him.

    Yan Wei leaned on the pillow and buried herself in the shadows. The tone is very casual: “If a person is hiding a lot of things from the person he trusts the most, but he still trusts the other party unconditionally and still relies on the other party – is this person a fool?”

    Lin Qing’s brain with no negative emotions seemed to freeze for a while, her eyes rolled, and she thought about this problem seriously. His eyes have the same color as Yan Mingguang, but they are full of lifeless and Gu Jing’s solemnity, and at this moment they are also covered with a layer of serious contemplation.

    All his impulsive curiosity and doubts were given to Lin Zhen, even if his “brother” was scratching his head in front of the projection and wondering what Yan Wei was thinking, he sat in front of Yan Wei, Still not interested in it.

    For a moment, Lin Qing replied: “From the perspective of behavior and psychology, rather than saying that this person is a fool, I think it is better to say that he is pretending to be stupid.”

    “Boom—”

    The sound of muffled thunder came from the distant sky, like an ancient clock that started the countdown of the dungeon, hanging the sword of death on the heads of every player who was still alive.

    Yan Wei yawned, glanced at the window that was completely blocked by the curtains, and complained, “It’s going to rain again… cold.”

    After Yan Mingguang secretly stuffed the folder back into Li Mao’s room, Ding Xiao was sitting beside the bed watching him.

    She hesitated.

    Seeing that Yan Mingguang had calmly checked all the corners of the sleeper room, and the atmosphere in the room was terribly quiet, she finally asked, “What do you want to do when you offered to share a room with me?”

    Yan Mingguang moved.

    “I touched the folder, it was restless at night, and I didn’t want Yan Wei to see it.” He said. The content of the words is obviously full of cold tones, but when it comes to Yan Wei, Yan Mingguang’s tone always softens a bit.

    Ding Xiao therefore boldly asked: “Does he forget who you are?”

    Yan Mingguang didn’t seem to want to say more, just lightly wrote: “Remember some.”

    Ding Xiao understood.

    Remember something, that means you still forget something.