MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 138 Endless Train (Part 4)

Last night was unexpectedly quiet.

cold.

Without the blessing of physical data, Yan Wei is very cold. I wanted to exchange for an electric heater, but after thinking about it, everything inside the copy was still unclear, and no one knew that the sudden extra little thing would be the key to the death, and he finally gave up.

The sleeper in the train was crowded and narrow, Yan Wei was curled up with a quilt? The sound of rain was incessant, and the whole train continued to make mechanical noises, making people irritable. The sleeper was so oppressive? Like a coffin with a mouth open, the echoes amplified these sounds.

The whole train smelled of old rust.

He simply gave up falling asleep and felt his surroundings vigilantly.

It was about midnight, and there was a faint sound from the lower bunk. With a dull sound, someone rolled over and got into his quilt. Yan Wei's vigilance and vigilance were not aroused, instead he subconsciously leaned in.

The refreshing soap fragrance on Yan Mingguang instantly covered the unpleasant rust smell attached to the air. Yan Wei almost shrank in Yan Mingguang's arms, and the two of them crowded together, and the surroundings became more crowded, but the pressure sticking to the bones completely dissipated.

Yan Wei took the guard all over and slept for a few hours?

When she woke up, Lin Qing was standing on the small aisle in the middle of the sleeper room, holding her head up, holding a bottle of mineral water and handing it to Yan Wei in front of you?

Yan Mingguang was still holding Yan Wei.

He seemed to be used to the appearance of these two people sticking together in front of him, and said without changing his face: "I tried the water, no problem, logically speaking it should be fine. After all It is impossible for a person to survive without water and food for a few days."

"Okay." Yan Mingguang took the mineral water indifferently.

Yan Wei: “…”

There was no sound of rain, and the rain seemed to have stopped in the middle of the night.

Everything in the train was calm.

uncomfortable.

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang Linqing took a quick shower and were carefully examining the carriage they were in when a chaotic sound came from the dining car a few carriages away.

Yan Wei walked quickly to the compartment where they got on, and saw the four numbers "1109" written on the blackboard that was blank yesterday.

All the windows of the dining car have been covered, and the rest of the players are standing not far away and looking at it.

Ding Xiao changed into a cheongsam today, she sat on the last chair and leaned lazily.

Nearby her is the corner of the carriage, where stood a male player? Player?, called Cao Qun, with a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke rose and drifted, covering Ding Smiling white face. In the silent atmosphere, Ding Xiao still maintained that gentle smile, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Only Xu Miaomiao stood in front of this blackboard?

Yan Wei just walked into this compartment, Ding Xiao's expression froze, and just now he let Cao Qun smoke, his face suddenly turned cold: "The cigarette is pinched."

Cao Qun didn't want to cause trouble, so he choked out the spark on the cigarette **** with his fingers.

The smell of smoke dissipated, Yan Wei walked to the blackboard?

The blackboard is covered with whitish chalk marks, apparently after using it for a long time, leaving a lot of powder that cannot be wiped off. In the mottled traces, the four numbers "1109" were written quite spaciously on the blackboard. The first three numbers were quite correct, and the last number began to be a little crooked. The chalk is placed on the small shelf under the blackboard. Judging from the traces of use, it is written with this chalk.

Yan Wei rolled her eyes quietly, and was about to measure the fingertips of those who arrived first, when Yan Mingguang whispered in his ear: "There is no trace. ."

Then the probability that this number comes from the player is extremely low.

"Is it your bed?" Xu Miaomiao said, "My bed is 1105, you are next to us."

Yan Wei raised her eyebrows: "What am I? I don't feel anything."

Not only did they not, their carriage was very peaceful.

The rest of the players are already talking quietly, mostly talking about the situation so far. Zhao Jingchen also got up. When he saw the numbers on the blackboard, he reacted and smiled sarcastically: "Isn't it very funny yesterday? Lin Qing, I would like to see, how do you protect him."

Before Lin Qing could answer, Yan Mingguang gave him a cold look and took a step towards Zhao Jingchen.

As soon as he lifted his foot, Zhao Jingchen took a few steps back and said to the other person in Yuemang: "Let's take advantage of the day and go to the back few cars to take a look."

Lin Qing sneered: "The coward."

In front of the blackboard?, Xu Miaomiao frowned, quite confused. While Yan Wei was thinking about it, Xu Miaomiao stared at the number for a while, and said to Yan Wei in a low voice, "This number is most likely left by the flight attendants or ghosts in the dark. No matter who it is, it is nothing. Good omen. Do you want to talk to Lin Qing and let him join forces with Sister Ding. Sister Ding will reach the top management earlier than Lin Qing. If she is willing to help you, at least one more guarantee. But I mentioned it, but it's a pity that Sister Ding ignored me..."

Yan Wei's expression was rather strange.

"Sister Ding has a good temper, but her ears are hard and hard to speak. But she likes good-looking people," Xu Miaomiao glanced at Yan Wei's face, "Go and ask I beg her, sure?"

Yan Wei: “…”

He said, "No."

"Little brother, what are you doing? Are you still so stubborn?"

"Little sister, if something happens, remember? Come to us for help."

Xu Miaomiao was speechless again.

Yan Wei has turned around.

Yan Mingguang sat beside him, and Lin Qing also sat down.

Lin Qing asked him, "Are you going to ask the flight attendant?"

Yan Wei shook his head: "If he stayed, he wouldn't? Tell us. If it wasn't for him, he wouldn't be able to give us useful information. If it was, he would? Tell us When the flight attendant comes for breakfast, you should stay and let us know when we are all here."

This is obviously asking them to guess—even with their own lives.

"What does this number represent? There are many possibilities. Maybe? It's a number with a special meaning, but it just happens to coincide with my bed number. Maybe? This is a death list, that is Refers to my bed number for the passenger in this sleeper. But…”

When they get on the bus, there is no specific ticket. Even when they got into the car, the flight attendant gave them a door card that could be used in every sleeping room. At night, when they are completely asleep, the bed is not set.

And? Last night, Yan Wei was not the only one who fell asleep in bed 1109.

Yan Wei glanced at Yan Mingguang.

Yan Mingguang also frowned and shook his head: "I don't feel it either."

Yan Wei: "Strange. Being stared at by ghosts, we are more or less able to be watched in secret. I don't have much sense of crisis, only a little hairy, But it's been there since I got in the car."

Lin Qing said: "It's also possible? It means that you can't sleep in this bed tonight, it's a warning."

"Then why? No on the first night?" Yan Wei retorted, "This is unreasonable. If every night? Having a fixed bed is taboo, the first night should not be spared."

Can Yan Wei still remember the decapitated ghost that flashed by in the thunder yesterday, and the grimace he saw on the glass window, and in the carriage from under the sleeper The outstretched pale ghost hand...

What is the dirty thing in this car? The dirty thing that has the patience to play with the prey.

"Don't worry," Yan Mingguang said suddenly, "I also slept last night."

"Then I should be more worried."

“…”

"There is still time, let's calm down and look for information first, we must have not paid attention to the problem. In the evening, the two of us changed to a sleeper and survived twelve o'clock. What's the danger to me? You can go on top." Yan Wei got up, "I'll go to the bathroom first."

The toilet is in every two carriages.

Yan Wei walked past the dining car and walked to the passenger compartment, but heard movement from inside, the door was lighted through the crack, and the door was locked, it seemed that which player was using it.

He glanced at the door and walked to the next bathroom.

The door handle of the bathroom is the same as the sliding door between the sleeper.

As soon as Yan Wei raised his hand to hold the door handle, he paused.

Not long after, only Yan Mingguang and Lin Qing were left in the dining carriage.

Small blackboard. The dining tables on both sides of the road were so clean that I couldn't really find anything.

This train is quite big, so other players naturally hurry up and take a look at other carriages.

Lin Qing and Yan Mingguang did not leave.

Lin Qing stood in front of the small blackboard, staring at the small blackboard eraser on the bottom shelf.

Numbers are written in chalk, and the blackboard eraser can easily erase them. Can the player wipe it? Can? Write on this little blackboard?

If he erases this number, will any impact on the 1109 beds still exist?

Lin Qing thought, a loud cry for help suddenly came from a few carriages behind.

—It was Yan Wei's voice.

Yan Mingguang firmly pressed Lin Qing, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said indifferently: "Your understanding of his way of doing things only comes from a copy."

That copy is even **** for tat.

Lin Qing was startled.

The cry for help was louder and more urgent.

Yan Mingguang went to the corner where Cao Qun was smoking just now, lit a cigarette, the smoke dispersed, he stood up straight and did not move.