MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 141 Endless Train (Part 7)

"Cao Qun is doing something."

"How do you know?? It's really annoying. The projection of the casino building starting from the eighty-ninth floor has set player permissions. We can only see the vicinity of the perspective that has opened permissions for us." His chest was full of impatience, "Only my brother and the others have opened up our perspective, and we can't see Cao Qun again."

Yu Feizhou shook his head helplessly.

"I can't see it, but we can see the traces of the blackboard, and the smoke on the floor of the car. Do you remember the small blackboard in the dining car, what is it like?" He? said, "The small There are many traces of white powder on the blackboard, and the blackboard eraser has also been used, obviously it was written on the blackboard before."

"It's normal, the blackboard was like this on the first day, this train is so old, the blackboard has been used many times."

"Not normal." Yan Wei said.

Empty, blackboard eraser showing signs of use."

The last two numbers are crowded to squeeze out more space to write other information.

There is other information below the blackboard. Originally, it was written on the blackboard together with the bed number, but this information was erased, leaving only the bed number.

The three of them glanced at each other, and this conclusion was tacit.

"But the emptiness below the blackboard is not enough to support this idea, unless someone has a strong motivation to wipe the blackboard to cut off other players' information. This copy, there is no between players Competitive relationships on the surface, or even cooperation, would be wiser than competition, and whoever gets the clues will help everyone else survive. There's only one thing that matters more than everything."

"That is to erase the information, he? Maybe he will live longer."

Yan Wei tilted the water bottle slightly, put her fingertips on the mouth of the bottle, and caught a few drops of water that leaked out.

He raised his hand and slid his fingertips over the white cloth covering the tabletop. After a while, four numbers - 1101, in the shape of water marks appeared on the cloth.

"We have said before that the numbers on the blackboard are most likely to have two functions, one is a death list, and the other is a warning. The other possibilities are not very likely. , because it is meaningless. The possibility of the death list is greater than the warning. This is an eighty-ninth-level dungeon, not a ninth-level dungeon, and the possibility of npc helping the player is basically zero."

What is the information that was wiped on the blackboard, it is easy to associate.

"Death list," Yan Mingguang said in a low voice, "In addition to the bed, the blackboard should also inform the player that the bed that is written is the target of the ghosts tonight."

Yan Wei shrugged: "Cao Qun should have felt something at night, so he went to the dining car at dawn the next morning. He was the first person to arrive, sure enough? However, I saw his bed was written on the small blackboard, and most of them also wrote that the player in this bed will die tonight?"

He said, the light in his eyes was getting colder and colder, "He wants to try, rewrite the bed number on the blackboard, can the ghost redirect the target. But he will have Others will have this idea, and if he changes someone else's bed number and is changed back by someone else, it will be useless."

So there is probably a passage on the blackboard, a passage that told the player that this is the death list, and was erased by Cao Qun. Such a different player will spend a lot of effort just seeing the numbers and just guessing what the numbers are, and they don't dare to act rashly.

Yan Wei moved his finger and drew an arc on the upper right side of the last "1" of "1101", and the "1" became a "9".

Cao Qun dared to erase the reminder, but he dared not to erase the numbers, he only dared to change the numbers.

"1" can only be changed to a number containing a vertical line in the gesture, and the options are only "4" "7" "9". The beds of 1104 and 1101 are in the same room, 1105 to 1108 are the sleeping rooms of Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao, and the probability of no one sleeping in 1107 is 1/2. But there are three people from 1109 to 1112, Yan Wei, Yan Mingguang and Lin Qing. Only 1109 has the highest probability of being slept and is the farthest away from Cao Qun.

So it is inevitable that Cao Qun chooses to change it to 1109.

Lin Qing's solemn expression carried a trace of killing intent. He said: "He's very smart. After the change, he deliberately smoked there, because you showed obvious cleanliness before you got in the car. No matter what, as long as you come, even if Ding Xiao doesn't speak, the three of us will still be there. Someone will go up and let him? Pinch off the cigarette."

So when they started to observe everyone's fingertips, they couldn't find any traces of white dust, because the traces on Cao Qun's hands were covered with soot.

Cao Qun changed his bed number to Yan Wei's bed number, and also wiped out the information informing the player that this was the death list, and even covered him with traces of soot • Traces of dust on hands.

Yan Wei put down the mineral water bottle, and the temperature of the cold water brought some ice on her fingertips. He folded his hands, his fingers rubbed each other, one palm wrapped around the other, and the temperature of the palm covered the back of his hand.

Yan Mingguang's hand covered him, completely wrapping his coldness. Yan Wei moved, and subconsciously touched Yan Mingguang's body.

Lin Qing sneered: "He's courting death?"

Yan Wei's ears moved slightly—it was raining outside.

This dungeon is now in the rainy season. There was a heavy rain just yesterday, it stopped for a while, and then it started falling again?

Lin Qing likes cloudy days, no matter inside or outside the dungeon, if she hears the sound of rain, she will always take a few glances. He turned his head subconsciously, only to see the curtains and the dim, low daylight penetrating through the veils of the curtains.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to open the curtain for a moment. Not just to look at the rainy day, but also to see where the outside is.

In the narrow sleeper room, Lin Qing's hand easily touched the drawstring of the window curtain. He paused, then took it back.

Shadows are reflected, and ghosts will come out even in the daytime?

The train has already made a "banging" and "banging" running sound, staggering forward, and I don't know where it will go.

—does it have a purpose?

Yan Wei shook his feet, but hit Lin Qing's legs a few times. He wanted to stretch his waist, raised his hand and touched the bed board of the upper bunk again.

The carriages are like coffins connected one after another. The smell of rust in the air is lingering no matter what, and the cramped space seems to be able to crush people to death.

Yan Wei carefully avoided hitting Yan Mingguang and Lin Qing, got up slowly, and said, "It's almost lunch time. Before lunch, I want to go to the front and take a look."

Lin Qing asked: "The dining compartment is in front?"

"Yes. We don't know the whole picture of this train yet. If you can take a look at the front during the day, it's better to go."

"Isn't it, just passing the dining car like this?" Lin Zhen pouted.

Yu Feizhou was puzzled: "Yanwei? They are going to look ahead, of course they have to pass by."

"I mean, didn't they all figure it out? Has the information on the small blackboard been changed by Cao Qun? Isn't Yan Wei dangerous tonight?"

Yu Feizhou felt that his voice was a little hoarse, but he cleared his throat and said, "It's useless, the ghost must be staring at 1101 tonight."

"This? Not necessarily. We have played so many books, and there are also many ghosts who deliberately guide players to kill each other. This kind of player constantly revising the situation of infighting on the blackboard, maybe he We love to hear it."

"Other dungeons will, but this dungeon will not. Because this is the oppression of death, the core of the dungeon is the inescapable shadow of death that follows behind you. "

Yu Feizhou said, frowning slightly, with a worried look on his face.

"What it wants to give players is that they can't get rid of the oppression of death. If the player changes the blackboard, he can change the death list. The players are indeed inward, but the players die. The method has changed, ghosts not only have no right to kill, but also become a tool for players to kill. Their purpose has not been achieved - they are the ones who control the player's life and death."

Cao Qun wasted his efforts from the very beginning.

What the ghost wants is the sense of struggle that the player can't get rid of, how can it be possible to let the player change the object of death?

".

Yu Feizhou is not worried about this?

But...

He remembered just now, Yan Wei and the others walked out of the sleeper room one after another, but Lin Qingtou did not turn back to the moment when he closed the sliding door.

Between the gap between the bottom bunk bed and the floor on the right, under the dark shadow, a blue and white ghost hand stretched out first. Then, a completely pale face poked out?

The thing's all-black pupils faced the sliding door, and the blue-purple mouth grinned, revealing a stiff and terrifying smile.

“Bang—”

The sliding door was completely closed, and the three Yan Wei who went out could no longer see the final picture.

Narrow train aisle? Three people could not be lined up, Yan Mingguang walked in the front, Yan Wei and Lin Qing followed, and walked towards the car further ahead.

Passing the carriage where the flight attendant lived, there seemed to be hard-seat carriages in front.

Row after row of seats are regularly arranged on both sides of the aisle, there is no seat number, all of them are exactly the same. Yan Wei walked out of the two carriages, and felt a little dazed, almost forgetting that this was the first hard-seat carriage they walked.

Lin Qing handed the three door cards of the three people in his hand to Yan Wei: "You come? Take it or me? Or do you all take one?"

With everyone's bed number, you can't open someone else's sleeper room."

"Do you think someone might come and rob?"

"It's not possible, there will be people who want to grab it, even us. Since the death list is a kind of death law, the bed is not safe. If you choose tonight ?'s person is really 1109, what will we do?"

Lin Qing put the three door cards in the inner pocket of her clothes and said, "I will help you grab the door card of another sleeper."

Then?

Death cannot be changed, the only way to struggle is to change beds.

"If someone comes to rob me, I may not be able to keep it, after all, I can't beat most people. Everyone? Get a card, which actually increases the number of door cards that are robbed. It's better to put it on you alone, so if someone else comes to grab it, the probability of grabbing the right one is only one-third, and you may not be able to get it from you."

Lin Qing nodded.

Yan Wei’s footsteps stopped—the speed of Yan Mingguang in front of him slowed down?

He tilted his head and saw Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao walking from the front? Both of them looked serious and seemed to be thinking.

They also saw Yan Wei and others.

Yan Wei didn't even need to ask, she knew what they were going to do - similar to what they thought. Ding Xiao's side should be the same, and when he saw Yan Wei, he showed a clear look.

They walked in facing each other and stopped in the center of the fourth car behind the dining car.

"Yan Wei? You..." Xu Miaomiao paused, showing hesitation. She glanced at Ding Xiao, not sure if Ding Xiao wanted to say something.

Ding Xiao said bluntly: "Are you going to see the situation ahead? No need to go."

When she spoke, even though the person in front was Yan Mingguang, she still looked at Yan Wei behind Yan Mingguang.

Yan Wei and Ding Xiao met eyes, blinked, and said, "Why?"

"Because I can't see it."

Yan Wei suddenly had a bad premonition. This premonition has always been faintly emerging, which is related to this cramped and crowded space, and is entwined with the kind of physical despair that arises spontaneously because of the inability to leave.

Ding Xiao's next sentence hit Yan Wei's heart?

"You can't go to the end, no matter how far you go, you can't see the front of the car."