MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 143 endless train (9)

The moment this picture appeared in front of the three of them, the air around them seemed to be a little colder.

The train is still shaking? Onward?

“Bangdang-” “Bangdang-” “…”

There is no one on the table and seats in front, the bar is small and empty, but I wonder if there is an invisible shade watching in the dark? They.

Xu Miaomiao shuddered inexplicably. This is clearly a painting that symbolizes a hero, but because of the time and place of its appearance, it brings a hint of coldness.

Yan Mingguang held the painting, turned his head, and glanced at the endless carriages and seats in front of him. A row is connected? A row, a section is connected? A section, the miniature is getting smaller and smaller, and I don't know where the end is.

Lin Qing's expression became more serious.

"Prometheus bound," Xu Miaomiao whispered its name, "it has many meanings. Foresight, rebellious hero, betrayal, and ... endless all the pain.”[1]

Seats and carriages with invisible tails are stacked in front, endless,

Yan Wei withdrew his gaze from the boundless front.

He confirmed that there were no other players around, then he sat down on the seat beside Ding Xiao, and said, "You can just call me by my name. Just friends, no need."

"My friend who saved my life."

Yan Wei spreads his hands: "I have saved a lot of people." It's just that those people are basically dead, the top-level copy, only he and Yan Mingguang survived, formatted again.

"That's because you want to save everyone."

Yan Wei was speechless for a moment. It's not that he couldn't answer the call, but that Ding Xiao was talking about the first time he went upstairs. This time, perhaps it was the first failure that affected his thinking. He felt that he was no longer selfless and just wanted to save the people around him.

Seeing Ding Xiao in this dungeon, he did think of some things when he first climbed the building.

He has always had a big temper, and he really saved a lot of people within his ability. Some people died in one dungeon after another, and some people went all the way to the ninety or so floors, and even entered the dungeon with him at the end. Once there are more people, it is easy to have a sense of belief, and when there are more capable people, a sense of responsibility will arise.

In addition to him, and Yan Mingguang who always accompanies him no matter what he does, everyone else is more or less the same as Yan Wei's goal - to end everything with Pandora's Box. Ding Xiao is also one of them, but at that time, Ding Xiao and Lin Qing were similar. Although they had good potential, they couldn't keep up with Yan Wei's climbing speed. They didn't take them with them when they reached the top.

Also? It is precisely because Lin Qing and Ding Xiao have become the few old friends who are still alive.

Ding Xiao maintained a faint smile, her eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved because of the smile, smudged on the fair skin, like a quiet ink painting.

"I see you and it's not surprising at all. They all say you've gone and gone, but I don't think with your style of conduct you can't be unprepared - always stay Back, this is what you taught me when you rescued me."

"The summit... failed?"

"If we succeed, we won't meet here. It's just..." Yan Wei raised his hand and pointed to the top of his head, "My purpose has been made clear, to maintain? I don't really want to see me reach the top, so this dungeon is even more difficult than the normal eighty-ninth floor, I'm dragging you down."

"So this time, you..."

"Same, to the top."

Ding Xiaoming nodded. She was very clear about the purpose of Yan Wei talking to her alone, and said, "My skills can still be used, although they can only be used once, but if you need to forcibly read the backtracking, give it to me."

Yan Wei did not refuse, he really came for Ding Xiao's skills.

He said: "We want to find the stairs, the origin of the ghosts is very important. There is no retrospective fantasy that can be entered actively. I guess it is also useless for the flight attendant. It can only be forced to read the ghosts. Backtracked. If we have clues and where we can help, we will let you know."

Ding smiled.

Then, she smiled lowly: "Yan Wei, you are still the same as before, except Mr. Yan, you are very polite to everyone."

But the boundaries of life and death, these polite manners that can be maintained in peace are not really necessary.

Yan Wei is no longer answering. He gathered up his windbreaker and was about to get up when his eyes were suddenly caught in the shadows covered by the seat on the other side.

The seats of the old trains are very crowded, and there is no design of any movable seats. The seat was glued tightly, and the shadows were all under it, and it was black and continuous.

At this moment, on the other side of the aisle, under the seat parallel to Yan Wei and Ding Xiao, Yan Wei saw a head.

The head rolled out of the shadows and was upside down? Facing Yan Wei, his eyes were empty, except for a large blood hole that seemed to see no bottom. Despite this, Yan Wei felt for a moment that this thing was watching him.

There is so much dirt everywhere on this train!

Besides, Ding Xiaoye stood up suddenly, obviously aware of the existence of this thing.

Yan Wei got up without any hesitation and said, "Go. Don't run."

Their body index and perception are completely suppressed. If they want to run, they can only run with their feet raised like ordinary people. In front of these dirty things, there is not much difference between the running speed and the walking speed of ordinary people. Running away is not only useless, it may trigger? Something else.

This thing is not intended to do anything to them, most of it is a warning. All they have to do is leave immediately.

Yan Wei walked back quickly in the swaying carriage, Ding Xiao immediately followed behind Yan Wei and walked towards the dining carriage on the narrow aisle.

Walking to the next carriage, the cold feeling on his back disappeared.

Ding Xiao said behind him, "It's warning."

"If you want to start, you have to start early. They have conditions to kill, even if they want to kill a lot? It will be in the late stage of the dungeon. It's only the second day, it should be because we talked about the front of the car before. Was there for a while and that stuff didn't want us to know too much."

Having said that, Yan Wei still did not stop at his feet.

After a few cars, Yan Wei saw the three of Yan Mingguang in the dining car.

Yan Mingguang was holding something, Xu Miaomiao and Lin Qing stood aside, their expressions were not good. When Yan Wei walked in, he realized that they were all looking at a painting, and the frame material of this painting was very familiar, it was…

"The back of the small blackboard?" Yan Wei glanced at the empty iron wall.

Yan Mingguang nodded, slightly sideways out of sight. An oil painting with an extremely classical style was presented in front of Yan Wei. The moment he saw it, the name of the protagonist of the painting appeared in Yan Wei's mind.

Ding Xiaoye? Taking a look at the painting, you can understand what happened to Yan Mingguang and the others just now without asking. She didn't delay, she said to Xu Miaomiao: "Miaomiao, give this clue to Yan Wei and the others first, the front carriage cannot go temporarily, Yan Wei and I were warned by the ghost just now. Let's go to the back carriage to see if it is the same. Case."

Looking at the back of Ding Xiao, who was already walking towards the back, Xu Miaomiao glanced at Yan Wei and whispered: "Yes, brother, have you discussed cooperation with Sister Ding? You beg her?"

“…” Yan Wei was dumbfounded, “Be careful.”

"Hope you guys make progress before dark."

"So are you."

Xu Miaomiao followed? Ding Xiao walked to the back compartment, Yan Wei stared at the portrait for a while, and was about to say something when she heard the sound of a cart.

As soon as he screwed on the last one, the flight attendant came with a cart. He didn't even look at Yan Wei and the others. He took out a pile of ingredients from the cart and worked at the bar for a while.

Watching the flight attendant put the prepared food into the lunch box, Lin Qing suddenly said, "Today's meal is delicious."

A flight attendant, cooking so well? It was an unusual thing.

A flight attendant will always pick up such daily trivial matters. He replied without hesitation: "Because I have done it many times, skilled."

"Many times? Don't you change to fresh dishes?"

"It's a good thing to be able to maintain what you're good at, why change it?"

He put the lunch boxes one by one, and piled them on the table next to the bar to wait? The player came to pick them up, and then pushed the cart away.

Lin Qing glanced at Yan Wei.

Yan Wei said: "Take it, we won't eat today, we won't be able to run if the ghosts come, if there is really a problem with the meal, we can't hide from this disaster, we can only see tricks Dismantle."

Today's lunch is grilled lamb chops. Contrary to the ubiquitous age and dilapidation of this train, their food for the past two days was too good, as if all the energy of the flight attendants was devoted to preparing food for them.

Yan Wei turned over the lunch box. Inside was a roasted lamb chop wrapped in tinfoil, an apple per person, and even a fruit knife. The materials related to metal are matte texture, not reflective, it seems that there is no problem.

Although he was a little hungry at the moment, he didn't want to eat first, so he glanced at it and put it aside.

There was a sound from the sliding door, Lin Qing walked into the narrow sleeping room, closed the door, and sat opposite Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang as before. He said: "Look, Cao Qun has been going back and forth in these carriages, sneaking around, probably still thinking about the death list. When I passed him, he also pulled me and asked about our situation, saying Worry about the bed number symbolizing? Danger."

Yan Wei nodded: "It's pretty good at acting."

He picked up the quilt and put it on his lap - he had clearly adapted to the damp and cold in the train, and for some reason, it was colder when he returned to their sleeper room.

Is it because of the heavier rain outside?

Yan Wei blew a breath of heat towards his own palm, and his hands were immediately pulled over by Yan Mingguang and covered in the man's broad palm.

“How did you find that painting?” he asked.

Lin Qing looked at Yan Mingguang.

Yan Mingguang said: "There is rust on the caps of the screws at the four corners of the small blackboard, but they are slightly unscrewed, and there is nothing inside."

This means that this blackboard has been passive.

"This picture is Prometheus bound."

Lin Qing said: "I don't recognize this painting, I haven't been to school, I'm not good at these things that require knowledge. But I've heard of Prometheus, the fire thief? Yan Mingguang said It's the missing link for us."

Yan Wei blinked, her eyes slightly brightened, "Yes, yes, this is indeed the link we are missing. We can't connect because we don't know the source of these ghosts. The fire thieves made up for it."

Prometheus is a character in mythology. He and Athena created human beings. of Zeus. In order to punish Prometheus, Zeus bound him to a cliff with iron chains, so that he was pecked by eagles every day. [2]

He is a hero to the suffering human beings.

To Zeus, he was a betrayal fire thief.

Combining with the front of the oil painting, that is, the small blackboard, the death list is written, the meaning of this painting is obviously the latter.

Yan Wei took out the swallow coin and tossed it in his hand, thinking about the current situation for a moment.

"The ghosts are likely to be train workers, and may also include passengers who got on the train before. They will attack the player who triggers the death condition, and will also kill the small blackboard. The passenger on the bed number, and behind the death list are the punished fire thieves, symbolizing the endless torture. The most important element of Prometheus is the betrayed fire thief and the non-stop torture, also ?that is…"

."

Yan Wei grabbed the falling coin, rubbed the edge of the coin with his fingertips, and said while thinking: "It should be the owner of this train, the conductor or the creator, who wants to do something. , but the workers on the train betrayed him. So he killed everyone on the train and let these ghosts continue to kill the new passengers, meaning endless torture, to punish the betrayers."

Lin Qing’s Adam’s apple rolled a few times and said in a low voice, “We…”

Yan Wei raised her eyes and said word by word, "We are all Prometheus."