Half Immortal: Chapter 137 Endless Train Part 3

The train is very old, and there is only a wall lamp above the sliding door in the cramped sleeping room, throwing a pale light.

Shining straight into his eyes made his eyes hurt.

In front of you is just the door.

Lin Qing is sitting on the bottom bunk on the left and looking at the quilt. He sat on the edge with his feet on the ground, and the bed pulled out a slightly sloping shadow, covering Lin Qing below his knees. Looking in from Lin Qing's legs, the gap between the bed and the floor of the carriage was full of darkness, and it was impossible to see inside.

On the other side, Yan Mingguang just climbed up the upper bunk to check.

? There is a lifeless cleanliness under the light.

Yan Mingguang was the first to discover something was wrong with Yan Wei, and stuck his head out from the upper bunk to look at Yan Wei: "Is there something?"

Yan Weiben was about to look up at the other party, but his eyes changed slightly, and he swept to the sides of his shoulders in the corner of his eye. The blue and white hands with blood on their fingertips stretched out from above his shoulders again, as if deliberately magnifying his fear, and slowly and slowly stretched forward. The chill spreads on both sides of Yan Wei's neck, and the surroundings are still unusually calm.

He? No? Looking back, the grimacing smile that he had just seen on the window glass appeared in his mind.

Without perception, he doesn't know what's going on behind him. This long-lost sense of unknown amplifies the fear inherent in human beings. With his back to the car window, there is a faint coolness on his back, as if there is something behind him that is watching him.

Yan Wei's movements were light, but this time he didn't turn around.

The source of the ghost hand is obviously not? Thinking of someone who is too bold, he stopped for a while, and then shrank back suddenly.

Yan Wei: "..." He? It seems like he's scared the ghost.

Mistakes and mistakes, or maybe you can pull them out to find some laws of death.

The ghost hand has disappeared, the bottom of the lower bunk on both sides is still full of darkness covered by shadows, and the creepy creep from the back still climbs up Yan Wei's spine little by little. Since I didn't catch it once, now is not the time? What good?

Yan Wei said: "Lin Qing."

"Huh?"

"Draw the curtains, now."

The voice didn't fall, but Lin Qingwen, who was searching the lower bunk, didn't ask, but jumped up in this cramped sleeper room, and in less than a second, he leaned over and pulled the old man. old curtains.

At the moment when the curtains completely covered the car window, Yan Wei turned around and looked - of course? He couldn't see the smiling faces with dark pupils.

"Boom—"

There was another thunderstorm, and the rain outside was getting louder and louder. The thunder that sounded from time to time coincided with the roar of the advancing train, hitting the eardrums heavily. .

Climb to the iron ladder frame.

Isn't Yan Mingguang? Ask again, he pressed the edge of the upper bunk with one hand, turned over and jumped to the ground, without saying a word, he tore off a piece of fabric and wrapped the other side with Lin Qing iron ladder frame.

When these similar places were all wrapped up with opaque fabrics, the coldness that Yan Wei felt all over her body just faded a little.

He took a few deep breaths and sat on the already messy lower bunk.

The curtains were tightly closed, and the window behind the curtains and the night scene outside the window were completely invisible. At the tail of the lower bunk on both sides, the iron frame used to climb the upper bunk has been firmly wrapped by cloth strips, and even the small railings along the edge of the upper bunk are completely covered, and the broken cloth strips are getting worse under the pale light. old.

Yan Wei raised her eyes and glanced at Lin Qing.

Lin Qing nodded solemnly, opened the lock of the sliding door, and walked out.

Yan Mingguang stood in the center and looked around. His tall figure was a little aggrieved in such a small carriage, standing in the middle, covering most of the light, making this small place more oppressive and gloomy.

He didn't change his expression. After looking around, he tore off a piece of cloth from the quilt and completely covered the table. Afterwards, this person took off the lens and put it away, and sat slowly beside Yan Wei.

"It should be safe for now," Yan Wei said, looking sideways at Yan Mingguang, who was not wearing glasses, "You took off glasses before, we are all about to turn off the lights. ...Cough, I'm not used to it in 'broad daylight' now."

Yan Mingguang: “…”

Yan Wei is still watching.

The outline of Yan Mingguang's face is like? It comes from a sketch with sharp strokes, which is clear and wide. The eyebrows are like thick ink, the tail of the eyes is longer and narrower than that of Yan Wei, the bridge of the nose is stagnant, the lips are thin, and the face that is not covered by glasses is much colder than usual.

In the past, Yan Wei once asked Yan Mingguang to not wear glasses, but if this person lost his suaveness, he would be so cold that others would flinch. Yan Wei had no choice but to give up.

Yan Wei suddenly remembered that the first time he saw Yan Mingguang, Yan Mingguang was wearing glasses.

Yes? Yan Wei likes the type of superficial gentleness.

"Why didn't I ask you before?" In order to ease the tension just now, he said, "No? I can't see clearly, why wear glasses?"

"You? Like it."

"..." Yan Wei couldn't help laughing, "Don't talk about love seriously."

Yan Mingguang stopped talking.

The rubbing sound of the sliding door sounded, Lin Qing immediately closed the door and locked it, saying, "The same is true for other people. I found a reason to go to the other sleeping rooms where some people lived to have a look. , all their reflective things were also covered up like us. There is one room, but there is no one, I should have not found it, and the other people did not open the door, maybe because I was a ghost and fake. ."

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang sat on both sides, very close. Lin Qing saw them like this, her footsteps were stagnant, but she didn't say anything, and stopped in front of the table that had been covered with cloth.

He took out a pen and paper and drew methodically. The technique and brush strokes are exactly the same as when Lin Zhen drew the topographic map of the puppet castle before. They came from the same person, and this action is exactly the same.

Yan Wei glanced at it, Lin Qing should be drawing the current distribution of players.

He took this time to check with Yan Mingguang again in this sleeper room, which was so narrow that two people could easily bump into it.

His eyes then stopped on the door lock.

The door lock is also made of metal, but it is the kind of metal that has not been polished on the surface. Yan Wei, relying on his immortality, directly stepped forward and looked at it, but he couldn't see the reflection with a slight outline at all.

He? Stared at the door lock and waited for a while, nothing happened?

It seems that only the kind of reflective objects that can reflect people's shadows are dangerous.

Glass that reflects people’s shadows, iron objects that reflect light, tabletops that are smooth enough to reflect some people’s shadows…

It's not hard to guess, others have apparently encountered more or less eerie sights and guessed it.

You can't see this kind of thing, as long as the face is reflected, there will be a situation like that. He actually looked out the window just now, and naturally he inevitably looked out through the car window glass, and his figure was reflected in the glass, which led to such an illusion.

The glass alone cannot explain everything, but combined with his experience on the platform before getting on the bus, it is not difficult to think that there may be problems with things like reflections or mirrors. When they were on the platform, the players were more or less urged to get on the bus by those dirty things, and the one who started Yan Wei didn't do anything, but left bloodstains on Yan Wei's face.

A normal person knows that there are traces of dirt on his face, what is the first reaction?

—Erasing in a panic.

What would be the first reaction of experienced players in the building?

—Look in the mirror to see if there is any? information, then wipe it off.

At that time, Yan Wei's intuition felt wrong? The difficulty of death oppression lies in the fact that many dangers are just small details in daily life, or a trivial action, a subconscious reaction, etc. So he was alert for a while, but didn't act according to this first reaction, resisting his curiosity, without looking at what his face had turned into, and directly wiped off the blood.

The one on the platform escaped, but after entering the carriage, they still encountered it - after all, every sleeper has a window.

It is not difficult to imagine, if not? Yan Wei is not afraid of death at all today, or maybe he did not respond in time just now, or Lin Qing and Yan Mingguang did not immediately infer the situation based on his reaction, So I didn't cover up these things and just hide, I'm afraid the first round of death has already appeared.

Yan Wei has only encountered similar incidents twice, which is not enough to support the idea that reflective objects will attract ghosts. But if there are many? Others do this, it means that other people have encountered similar things. There are enough examples, and the conjecture is close to correct.

Danger is information.

Lin Qing painting finished?

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang huddled on the other side, the three of them sat around the table, all staring at the crude distribution map.

Lin Qing said: "There is nothing unusual about the dining car now. The light in the front compartment of the dining car is on. It should be driven by the flight attendant. He said he lives there. There is nothing in the aisle of the driveway and passenger compartment, except for a small blackboard at the end of the dining car. It looks like it is used for writing menus, but it is still blank. Behind the dining car is the passenger compartment. It's too much to look at, but these five or six cars are all passenger cars. Each car has three sleeper rooms, each sleeper room has four beds, and the upper and lower bunks are opposite each other.

"We live in the third car at the back of the dining car. There are sixteen people in seven rooms, and there are people from the second car to the fourth car. The first car at the back of the dining car No car The last room of the three, this car is full. The first room has two people, and the second room—that is, in front of us, is Ding Xiao…”

Lin Qing paused and said, "Ding Xiao and I have a good relationship, but we don't know each other. It's just that Biganhua and Xuanniao have had several friendly cooperations. I didn't know before, but now I think about it, it's because of Yan Wei."

Yan Wei smiled, admitting it, but didn't say anything specific.

"And? Behind us, the first compartment of the next carriage, is?…"

"Zhao Jingchen right?" Yan Wei said, "He is right? I have hostility."

In the situation of "living next to each other" in the copy, there are only two kinds of people who will live on both sides. One is an acquaintance who needs to take care of each other, and the other is an enemy who can't wait to find an opportunity to attack.

Sure enough, Lin Qing nodded and said, "Currently, there are three carriages and seven sleeping rooms where people live, and there is not much movement."

Yan Mingguang said indifferently: "Not so fast."

It's not a low-level copy either, so someone will not die so quickly.

Yan Wei roughly wrote down the distribution of players in Lin Qinghua, thought for a moment, and said, "You must pay attention to the number of players, and is there anything related to the door lock? Spaces such as sleeper rooms and toilets. The biggest problem with running train copies is that they are closed, so closed that passengers cannot leave here, it is easy to have secret rooms, and it is easy to confuse the number of passengers that should not have changed.”

Lin Qing nodded and drew a distribution for Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei, and the three took out the lunch box from the plastic bag.

Because they found that all the food that can be exchanged in the mall have become gray and cannot be clicked.

This kind of thing happens frequently, which means that players have to find food in the dungeon?

The lunch box is filled with fresh and hot steak, and also comes with cutlery and other cutlery. Yan Wei stared at it carefully for a while, the frosted texture of the tableware and the door lock was a bit similar, and it did not reflect a human image, but Yan Wei finally did not move the steak, just put the lunch box on the Stacked aside?

"Although there is no problem, but? Don't eat first. Our physical strength, starvation for a day is not a problem, so don't act rashly."

Lin Qing naturally had no objection to Yan Wei's judgment? Yan Mingguang nodded and said, "You sleep on the top bunk, I sleep on your bottom bunk, Lin Qing sleeps on you The upper bunk opposite."

So Yan Wei is just right? Yan Mingguang and Lin Qinghu are in the middle.

Yan Wei also knew that he was the least capable of fighting among the three, no? He retorted, packed up, and climbed onto the upper bunk first.

The night was also completely covered in the downpour.

Amid the roar of cars, the players all stayed quietly in their chosen sleeper room. Several carriages were obviously full of sixteen people, but they were dead.

At nine o'clock sharp, this dilapidated train came to the time of lights out like other trains. The lights, which were not bright at all, flickered, and the group fell into silence.

In the last second when the lights were on and off, Yan Wei, who was lying on the top bunk, tucked his quilt and glanced at the bed number plate attached to the head of the bed.

1109.

"Boom—"

Morning.

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang Linqing came to the dining car, and like Xu Miaomiao, stopped in front of the small blackboard at the end of the car.

There is nothing on the small blackboard? Only four numbers are written upright.

1109.