MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 149 Endless Train (15)

The number of deaths is not fixed, their pressure? Another layer.

Yan Wei just raised his eyebrows, not surprised: "Which two?"

"None of us," Xu Miaomiao said, "the two people in the thirteenth carriage, they came in together and lived in the same room, and now they are looking for information from the flight attendant."

Yan Wei nodded and said, "Now everyone knows that this is the death list. The selected person has no time. The flight attendant is the most difficult but also the fastest breakthrough."

Ding Xiao was handing something to Xu Miaomiao—it seemed to be some props. As she handed it over, she said, "They went to the flight attendant to gamble. Others have also seen these corpses. It's not hard to think of it, and you should all think of it."

Yan Wei naturally thought of it.

This is too taken for granted, so they didn't mention it at all.

Ghosts don't need sharp weapons to kill. If it was a spontaneous murder by a ghost, such as He Dong who died because he ran too far, he would be violently wringed his neck and died. But these corpses in the rules of death were all killed by sharp weapons—thin knives for dismembering, knives for cutting Cao Qun, forks piercing the throats of the deceased.

Ghosts use these things to kill people, not like an instinctive attack, but like a fixed way of death.

There are only two possibilities for this situation, either the ways of death are pieces of information, or the ways of death are the ways that the ghosts have experienced.

By now, no one will think that the flight attendant is just a functional npc.

He said: "We can exchange information with those two people, the death list... I don't think there is a chance of randomness. I wanted to see? What did these people do to be targeted, but Cao Qun died too much Suddenly, now I can only ask those two people today."

"In this case, we are still separated, a few people go-"

Yan Wei paused for a moment, looked behind Ding Xiao, Xu Miaomiao was winking at herself, and she said with some humor, "What are you doing? Is there anything you can't say?"

Xu Miaomiao: "…"

She looked at Yan Wei speechlessly and said, "Sister Ding, what do you think we are going to do next?"

Yan Wei understands.

Judging from the time when Yan Wei climbed the building for the second time, Ding Xiao is indeed the player who has climbed the building the longest and has the oldest experience among them.

Ding Xiao smiled lowly: "It's okay, what Yan Wei said is nothing wrong."

Xu Miaomiao murmured, "...the color makes the mind faint."

Yan Wei: “…”

He continued: "We now need to know what happened to this train, what exactly did the three people on the death list have in common and how did they differ from us. Regarding backtracking, I and I Ding Xiao and Lin Qing went to find the ghost's dead body and forced to read the retrospective. Yan Mingguang..."

Yan Mingguang has been looking at him, hearing the words, his eyes moved slightly.

"You brought Xu Miaomiao to check the death list?"

Yan Mingguang did not answer immediately.

The man looked straight at him, his dark eyes were deep, and the bottomless emotions were projected, and Yan Wei felt that this man saw through his own mind for a moment.

A moment, "Hmm."

Afterwards, Yan Mingguang glanced at Xu Miaomiao, motioned for Xu Miaomiao to follow, turned and walked towards the dining car in front. Xu Miaomiao usually respects Ding Xiao very much, and has a sense of friendship with Yan Wei, but she is a little scared to Yan Mingguang.

As soon as Yan Mingguang lifted her foot, she immediately fell behind Yan Mingguang and followed him.

Yan Wei's eyes crossed the long and narrow aisle, watched Yan Mingguang walk to the front car, and said, "I probably know where the ghost's body was. Ding Xiao, I'm going to trouble you. "

"You shouldn't say that," Yan Mingguang and Xu Miaomiao were absent, she unconsciously returned the honorific title and smiled gently, "I am willing to serve you."

Yan Wei still said: "Thank you."

Ding Xiao's skill is to force the backtracking of ghosts.

In that kind of dungeon where there are backtracking everywhere, and every step is a ghost and a grievance, the backtracking is the difficulty of the dungeon, and this skill is equivalent to waste. And in a place where they have no backtracking at all, if they can force the backtracking of ghosts to read, it is tantamount to a shortcut.

Dante's laughing skills are also very limited--requires related words, and a ghost or a corpse nearby.

The related words, after Yan Mingguang found the picture of Prometheus that was bound, was enough. And the corpse...

Yan Wei watched Lin Qing lifted the tin cover around the squat toilet without changing her expression, but still pinched her nose, not wanting to say a word - this is definitely a copy for The biggest problem brought by cleanliness.

Ding Xiao smiled and watched for a few minutes, and finally couldn't help but look away.

After a while, the smell of rust and rancidity in the air suddenly became more than ten times stronger, and Lin Qing's indifferent voice sounded: "Okay."

Yan Wei and Ding Xiao looked back at the same time.

The train was still moving forward with the sound of "bang dang-" and "bang dang-", shaking slightly, the top layer of iron sheet that was completely lifted stood on one side, shaking as if it was about to fall down at any time .

The bathroom is exposed under the top layer of iron.

It was some old pipes and mechanical structures, and there was still a shallow layer of water in it. That should be the rain that leaked in these two days.

And in these crowded structures and filthy rain, a shapeless rotting corpse with a twisted body is displayed, half submerged in dirty water, half exposed to air? Leaning together, the top is covered with rot. The head of the corpse can no longer be seen clearly, and I don't know how long it has been rotting. If there are not those strange and chaotic things, I am afraid that it has already rotted into a pool of stinky mud.

For these old players, see? This is really better to go to the dismemberment scene.

Lin Qing washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom, "The rot worms came out of the water. The rainwater in the past two days has penetrated and soaked the corpses, giving birth to these rot worms. You guessed it, these workers were After killing it, it was hidden under the iron sheet and turned into a ghost to kill. But here is a corpse."

"It's not one," Yan Wei was about to die of nausea and put his head aside, "We just found the nearest bathroom, and we didn't go to the bottom of the carriage. There are bathrooms.”

He said to Ding Xiao: "The content of the backtrack to see? It is related to endless trains, punishments, and kitchen utensils."

"Kitchenware?"

"There is no other place in this car where there will be those small sharp weapons. Kitchenware and cutlery are the most likely to kill."

"Good."

Yan Wei: "I'm sorry."

Ding Xiao raised his foot and glanced at everything in front of him.

"..." It should be too late to take back the sentence "I am willing to serve you".

Seeing that Ding Xiao walked into the bathroom with a stern face, Lin Qing closed the door of the bathroom and leaned to the side of the aisle, pretending to be talking with Yan Wei, to prevent other players from passing by and disturbing To Ding Xiao.

Yan Mingguang and Xu Miaomiao were not there, Ding Xiao forced to read the backtrack, now only Yan Wei and Lin Qing are alone.

Lin Qing was about to close his eyes and think for a while, but Yan Wei put his hands in his pockets, stood on the other side, and suddenly asked, "Did you have any impression of Yan Mingguang before?"

Lin Qing was stunned for a moment, and didn't ask why Yan Wei said this suddenly, just shook her head: "No."

"Before I formatted, the last time I saw you, what did I say, do you remember every word and sentence? Did I tell you where the extra memory is hidden? Something like that?"

Lin Qing naturally remembers.

He repeated what Yan Wei had said before, "...then you said to me - 'I have everything arranged, don't worry, I will find a replacement and come back' . didn't say anything else."

Yan Wei frowned, speechless.

This is no different from what he remembers now, that's exactly what he said to Lin Qing. Did he feel that he forgot some small fragments of memory, just an illusion? Impossible, before admitting the false Yan Mingguang, he never had an illusion.

Yan Wei seemed to be chatting, talking about some things about the first time he climbed the building. Every time it was mentioned that Lin Qing was present, Lin Qing would respond a few times, and Yan Wei secretly compared and found that there was no problem with those memories.

He had a few conversations with Ding Xiao before, and mentioned the first encounter before, what Ding Xiao remembered was no different from his.

Yan Wei has an idea.

It is not so much a problem with the memory he recovered from the coin that it is a complete memory with a small fraction of it drawn. The timeline is complete, just missing some embellishments.

Yan Wei closed his eyes and changed the subject: "Lin Qing, what do you think? Treat Prometheus? Is it the heroic fire thief or the suffering betrayal?"

“…”

Not long after, Yan Mingguang and Xu Miaomiao came back.

Yan Mingguang was holding a dilapidated folder, his expression still calm and calm. However, Xu Miaomiao frowned and looked behind and left and right from time to time.

"What we have just now," Yan Mingguang raised the folder in his hand, "Go back to the sleeper room and sit down to see? Look??"

Xu Miaomiao: "Lin Qing and I are here waiting for Sister Ding. If the backtracking conditions are met, the backtracking will be successful, but the difficulty is different, and the consumption of users is also very different. Ding If my sister comes out later, it is estimated that someone will support her, so Lin Qing is inconvenient."

"Then Yan Mingguang and I will study this first." Yan Wei naturally agreed. He didn't ask how he got this thing, anyway, Yan Mingguang will say it after a while.

Xu Miaomiao added: "Be careful, after we get this thing, I always feel fluffy and have a feeling of being spied on. It may even be a death trigger."

"Okay, I see."

Back to the sleeper room, Yan Wei reached out and took this folder from Yan Mingguang. But this man was holding on tightly, not letting Yan Wei take it, apparently worried that this thing would also trigger death.

He said, "I'll read it for you."

Yan Wei is not cooperating. The sides of his brows and eyes drooped slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he said, "It's not that I have no hands."

"Dangerous."

"I won't die today, and I'm not afraid of anything."

"Hmm, great."

"?"

Yan Mingguangli ignored his appeal, sat directly beside him, opened the old folder slowly, and refused to let Yan Wei touch it.

Yan Wei: “…”