MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 142 Endless Train (Part 8)
The train is shaking.
The entire train is furnished in an old-fashioned style. The operations in each row are connected. The backs of the seats are covered with a layer of dark green cloth, which feels like a fiber cloth. When you rub it, your fingertips can burst into flames. Come.
Yan Wei felt the real touch in his hands, and looked up around Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao. Row after row of seats are neatly arranged, getting smaller and smaller as the line of sight goes away.
It is like a kaleidoscope full of rust and dark green coarse cloth, layer after layer of visual overlap and concentration.
The five of them more or less glanced at the carriage ahead.
I don't know where those dirty things are hidden in the carriage, maybe I'm sitting on the seat watching them now, waiting for the slow death penalty. Except for Xu Miaomiao, all those present had been to the eighty-ninth floor dungeon at least once, but at this moment, they also felt the horror soaked in the bone marrow.
No one questioned what Ding Xiao said, because it was not necessary.
Yan Wei retracted his gaze, and rubbed his hand in the pocket of the windbreaker slightly. He seemed to be getting used to it? The damp cold.
He stretched out his hand, patted Yan Mingguang lightly, leaned forward slightly, and said to Yan Mingguang in a low voice, "...I'll have a chat with Ding Xiao alone? I'll call you in danger? "
His voice is very low and his tone is quite gentle? He is ready for Yan Mingguang to disagree - after all, Yan Mingguang has never agreed before. This person is really stubborn, and his desire to control is more serious than him, even if Ding Xiao only admires him.
The man looked back at Yan Wei. The profile of his face was well-defined in the dim light, with the light behind his back, his expression blurred. He didn't have any unpleasant emotions, but Yan Wei felt that Yan Mingguang's breathing took a little longer, and the low pressure flashed and disappeared very quickly, so fast that Yan Wei almost thought it was his own illusion.
Yan Wei nodded when he saw that Yan Mingguang couldn't be traced, turned away without saying a word, and walked towards the direction they came from.
When he left, Yan Mingguang even helped Yan Gu pull Lin Qing away, planning to take advantage of this time to find a flight attendant. Ding Xiao glanced at Yan Wei, and without asking a word, asked Xu Miaomiao to follow Yan Mingguang and Lin Qing temporarily. But for a moment, in this carriage with hard seats in the front and back? Only Yan Wei and Ding Xiao were left.
Ding Xiao sat down on the seat beside him, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his eyebrows were slightly curved, and his expression was as gentle as ever?
The cool atmosphere dissipated a little in Ding Xiao's eyes. Yan Wei turned back and glanced at Yan Mingguang's back, and there was an inexplicable awkwardness in his heart.
Yan Mingguang felt very familiar and unfamiliar to him just now, because this was not the first time, but it never happened when they first climbed the building. To be precise, it started when they climbed the building for the second time, and Yan Mingguang took the lead in restoring memory and data.
What comes from this is restraint that goes beyond ritual.
If he kisses Yan Mingguang, under the subconscious reaction of his body, Yan Mingguang will be more violent than his temptation, but it will also shrink faster; if he shrinks in Yan Mingguang's arms Sleeping, this person will be the same as before, with his lips pressed against his earlobe, exhaling hot air, but he will not take the initiative to go further; if he does something that Yan Mingguang used to be jealous, it is like just now, Yan Mingguang The desire for control will envelope him for a moment, but the next moment is like an illusion.
Yan Wei subconsciously grasped the two cold swallow coins in his pocket.
In the roar of the train, Ding Xiao's lowered voice came: "You are still alive."
Xu Miaomiao is in the bar of the dining car.
This is just one of the corners of the dining compartment, surrounded by a semi-curved table that is slightly above the waist. Inside is a small but well-equipped cooking table. The interior of the bar table is a series of floor-to-ceiling cabinets, and the small space cannot contain too much light. In the dimness, it seems that sneakiness may appear at any time.
She maintained two hundred percent vigilance, holding the fruit knife drawn from the knife rack in her hand.
The fruit knife is the same as those tableware. Although it is made of metal, the surface is frosted and will not reflect any shadows. The edge has a slightly wavy edge, and there are a few small gaps.
She put the fruit knife back on the knife holder and pulled out another cooking knife, the same situation.
This whole train, from the shabby sleeper, seats and tables, to the excessive use of kitchen utensils, is the same as the rust smell in the carriage, revealing a long time.
Xu Miaomiao read these things inside the bar, and said to Yan Mingguang who was staying in front of the small blackboard: "I? After reading it, I didn't see anything suspicious of stairs."
Yan Mingguang still stood upright in front of the small blackboard, without turning his head, just nodded slightly.
Xu Miaomiao sighed in relief. It was obviously a cooperation, but Yan Mingguang didn't put any pressure on her, so she still didn't dare to talk much subconsciously. Before she entered the world in the building, her family environment was not bad. After entering the world in the building, she was directly trained by Ding Xiao because of her proficient deduction. Compared with other people, it can be called smooth sailing. .
So even in front of Ding Xiao, she didn't have any feelings of inferiority or awe, at most she was grateful. Including Yan Wei, she knows that the other party is very smart, and every time she communicates, there is a sense of crisis and cherishing that she is facing her opponent, and she will not back down at all.
Ke Yan Mingguang made her realize for the first time that a person can really be so cold that no one dares to approach.
Every time she saw Yan Mingguang before, she was with Yan Wei, and this is the first time she is alone with Yan Mingguang. Even though she has a clear mind in her mind, she is completely unable to face other players of the other side of the flower. In general, speak freely.
Just now, four other players came to the dining compartment and wanted to continue to check the details, but Yan Mingguang was just there, and the four actually left the dining compartment.
What a living hell.
Xu Miaomiao walked out of the bar, just as Lin Qing came back from the previous carriage.
"The flight attendant's room is normal," Lin Qing said, "He? He chatted with me for a while, and it was all trivial routines, saying how he cooks and cleans the train every day...including What's on the bar in this dining car? How will the daily menu be prepared? We basically have a chat. If I asked about the origin and destination of the train, he would think about it. , but basically I can't remember it. As for the small blackboard, I didn't mention a word."
Yan Mingguang heard the words, his eyes moved slightly, he raised his hand, and moved something over the small blackboard.
Xu Miaomiao thought for a moment and said, "It's basically the same as expected, no matter what the flight attendant is actually, but what he shows is just a functional NPC."
—But the dungeon is so malicious and terrifying everywhere, would it really be so kind to set up a functional npc for them to deal with trivial matters?
Yan Mingguang fiddled with the small blackboard for a while, and said indifferently: "No."
"The function of the flight attendant can be replaced. The player can clean up the traces of dirty things and let the player come or leave it directly. For food, just open the mall. It is impossible for him to know nothing, or It is one of the ghosts, or someone who is envoyed by the ghosts, such as the words on the blackboard, maybe he helped those dirty things to write." Xu Miaomiao didn't know what Yan Mingguang was doing? Go there towards the small blackboard.
Lin Qing said: "So I came back because asking him was of no use."
"What exactly is this item that symbolizes the stairs?" Xu Miaomiao sighed, "According to what you said, the ghosts on the train are the workers on the train, then I am more inclined, this What happened to the train? The worker in the car died and turned into a ghost. Then the item that cracked the copy must be related to a case that happened in the past. Death oppresses this, and death triggers are often related to ghosts. It's common sense."
This point does not need to be explained, the three of them naturally know.
The Advance Dead Schoolhouse copy is one such mechanic.
This looks, it's not going to end, then this matter has something to do with the reflective thing and the death list. The two things can't be related at all."
Xu Miaomiao frowned.
Lin Qing said exactly what she thought.
She stopped behind Yan Mingguang and looked at Yan Mingguang, only to realize that he was **** the screws at the four corners of the small blackboard.
"The copy in the building, lying is the truth, the truth is the narrative, and avoiding it is the truth."
His voice was slightly cold, but it seemed to dispel the cold in the carriage.
"This is what we're missing."
He grabbed the left and right lower corners of the small blackboard, took it straight down, and turned it over.
Xu Miaomiao and Lin Qing both looked at each other.
—that's a complete oil painting.
On the oil painting, the angular gray and black rocks and the gloomy weather occupy the background of the painting. In the center of the picture, above the rock, a man with his wrists bound by chains lies on his back, as if struggling or dodging. His limbs are awkward, and his muscles seem to be stiff from exertion or pain.
A robust eagle with raised wings occupies the right side of the picture. One eagle claw pressed against the man's forehead, and the other eagle claw gripped the man's abdomen.
The sharp eagle mouth pointed to his chest, took out a piece of flesh and blood, and his face was twisted into a ball in pain.
