MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 145 endless train (11)

Cao Qun's words?

Curtains blocked the only window that could see outside, and the night in the rain was also blocked from outside. At this moment, the mechanical sound of the train moving forward was amplified by the darkness, but the breathing sound and the slightly moving human voice were still clear.

The sound is noisy.

Yan Wei subconsciously clenched his fist, and pressed his fingertips to the palm of his hand.

—Is this the sound of four people?

This flashed for a moment, and the yellow light bulb above the sliding door flickered, and the light came on steadily, illuminating the four people in the sleeper room.

Yan Wei's tense breathing loosened.

The sliding door was closed, Cao Qun stood in front of the sliding door, frowning, hesitantly said: "If Zhao Jingchen doesn't die tonight, I will have one more enemy tomorrow?"

Lin Qing raised her eyelids, her eyes were cold, and said, "If you don't pull him into the water tonight, there will still be another enemy tomorrow."

Cao Qun's eyes flashed and he glanced at it unconsciously? He glanced at the number "1109" next to the upper bunk on the right, and knew that he was wrong. He asked: "In a few hours, the lights of the train will be turned off, where will I sleep?"

Yan Wei got up, pointed to the sleeper behind him, and said, "This one."

Ke Qinghe's voice was stained with disdain, a little cooler than the temperature of the train.

Yan Mingguang glanced at Cao Qun, got up and gave up the sleeper, and turned over on the top bunk where Yan Wei was.

Yan Wei muttered? "It's a little crowded."

Indifferent voice: "Your face is a little icy."

The narrow upper bunk was crowded with two people. Lin Qing seemed to be used to it. The rustling sound of paper flipping sounded for a while, and then he turned to look at Cao Qun, and said displeasedly, "What are you doing standing there?"

& nbsp; Eighty-ninth floor, how easy to talk this time? Ah."

Lin Qing moved.

"I don't really want to talk to you."

Cao Qun was choked and stopped talking.

The train is still moving forward in the sound of rain. Today's rain is heavier than yesterday, and it has been raining so far, and there is no intention of stopping. From the temperature point of view, here is in the transition from spring to down, and the cool air is still cold.

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang were close to each other, almost shrinking in each other's arms. Before the lights of the train went out, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in the tranquility before the storm, thinking about raising his spirits.

This copy needs to be careful every step of the way. To take advantage of the progress of the dungeon during the day, the night is the most dangerous time, and you need to be vigilant at all times. Before and after the alternation of day and night, is it the only time to feel relieved?

The refreshing soap fragrance of the people around you is also covered with the unpleasant rust smell, which is comfortable and quiet.

Yan Wei thinks a lot, and there is no way to be as free of distractions as Yu Feizhou. He closed his eyes for a while, but from time to time he remembered some things about the first time he climbed the building and Yan Mingguang. It's not an important thing, but some insignificant fragments.

Even in the last instance, Yan Mingguang still accompanied him to the last step.

All the time, they did what he wanted to do.

Last time, it was to realize his dream of saving everyone like a utopia, Yan Mingguang has always been cold-hearted, and it can be regarded as something Yan Mingguang also wants to do. This time, he still wanted to do it for the sake of the people around him and his first goal. But entering the eighty-ninth floor is entirely for his own selfishness. It is also selfish to let Yan Mingguang take Lin Zhenyu to the building in a flying boat? Yan Mingguang still has no complaints.

The dungeons that climbed to the top were dead and alive, which was almost predictable.

You can go out of the building when you reach the top. It has always been a false fantasy. Because as long as you always get the bonus of the best player, keep lifting the building to the top floor, and succeed in reaching the top, you can basically get 100,000 points.

Climbing to the top can directly leave the world in the building, or you can exchange 100,000 points for Pandora's Box, and you can make a wish - this has always been a rumor in the building.

But there is a very obvious paradox.

If you can exchange a Pandora's box to make a wish when you reach the top, then instead of leaving directly, why don't those who climbed to the top exchange the magic box and make a wish for everyone to leave together?

—he knew it the last time he went upstairs? That's why.

Because Lou will do everything possible to keep those who climb to the top forever. The last time they climbed the building, all of them died? Only Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang knew this clearly. To live safely, the best way is actually to keep going back and forth between the 80s and 90s. It is meaningless to live, but it is true that you can live forever.

This time when he went upstairs, Yan Mingguangming knew the dangers involved and the way he could choose to live, but he still accompanies him in a desperate attempt.

Yan Wei closed his eyes and whispered, "Yan Mingguang."

"Hmm."

"Is there anything you want to do?"

"What's this for?"

"After going out," Yan bit the word "going out" seriously, "What do you want to do? Before going out? After that, I want to accompany you to do what you want to do."

A moment of silence.

Yan Wei opened her eyes, and in front of her was the upper bunk on the other side. The upper bunk that was supposed to be Yan Mingguang was empty, and the bedding was neatly placed. He leaned beside Yan Mingguang and lay on his side, unable to see Yan Mingguang's expression. Yan Mingguang should be thinking.

For a moment, Yan Mingguang whispered: "I have always been a person without goals."

Yan Wei was taken aback: "Huh?"

"You are my target."

Stop talking.

He closed his eyes, this time his mind was clear and bright, and there were no more clutter.

Copy before projection.

Yu Feizhou sighed: "That dirty thing is still in their room."

Lin Zhen sneered: "Maybe I'm afraid of them, so I don't dare to come out."

"It's unlikely." Knowing that Lin Zhen was joking to liven up the atmosphere, Yu Feizhou said solemnly, "Yan Mingguang and your brother's strength? Don't worry? What I'm worried about is That dirty thing is in ambush. Yan Wei is also a human, so high pressure? Since entering the dungeon, he has been in a state of high tension with constant calculation. As long as there is a little relaxation, there will be loopholes. Let this thing go again..."

Lin Zhen leisurely, didn't care: "At most, it's a sneak attack, my brother's belief in Yan Wei and his beliefs are almost the same? If something happens, he will definitely block it. Look at it, If something happens to Yan Wei, Yan Mingguang will definitely take action, and my brother will definitely block the knife himself. If he blocks the knife and dies, you can use me to block the knife for him. It'll be all right."

Yu Feizhou looked at him, his lips opened? Then closed, closed and opened.

Final.

He said, "Not necessarily."

"Lin Qing also entered? This time the 89th floor dungeon. This dungeon, their ultimate purpose is to let us get the invitation letter."

Yan Wei was dreaming.

This dream was very clear, and he clearly knew that it was a dream.

In the dream, he was looking at the interface of Pandora's Box and was about to exchange it. Yan Mingguang was by his side, grabbing his hand and blocking the action he wanted to exchange.

The man's always steady voice took on the ups and downs: "It's better to give up."

Yan Wei was startled.

Yan Mingguang in the dream said to him again: "Even if you bring the ability to go out, you may have to face the life, old age, sickness and death of ordinary people. It's better to stay here, we will descend the building when we reach the ninety-ninth floor. Go back to the eighty-ninth floor and live forever."

Yan Mingguang can't say such a thing? Come on.

That person has always been cold and calm, and the black pupils are as sharp and firm as blades.

Yan Wei clearly knew that it was probably the thing born out of the building that controlled his will. He remembered that when they reached the summit, Yan Mingguang had always been very supportive of him, and it was absolutely impossible to say such a retreat.

Although he knew it was fake, he said: "If you want? I stay, I may... really want to stay."

"Yan Mingguang" showed joy: "Then let's go! Let's leave the top floor now, we..."

Yan Wei's eyes suddenly blurred, the sound of "Yan Mingguang" faded away, the friction of train machinery and the sound of rain rolled into his eardrums.

"You slept for a while just now," Yan Mingguang whispered in his ear, "the light went out, and I pushed you to wake up?"

"I had a dream just now," he said.

No need for ordinary dreams? Yan Mingguang instantly understood what Yan Wei meant and said, "Don't believe it."

"Hmm. Did you hear that?"

"I heard."

The voice of Lin Qing from the lower bunk came: "I heard it too."

Cao Qun was surprised: "So soon?"

This sound is a bit far away, it doesn't seem to come from the berths on both sides, it seems to be separated by a room.

Bed 1101.

If Zhao Jingchen stole Cao Qun's room card, but still returned to No. 12 carriage, bed No. 1101 was empty, there would not be such a noise there.

Zhao Jingchen still went to the sleeper where 1101 is located.

Yan Wei said word by word: "He will not live tomorrow."

This time, not with judgment-like assertions during the day, but with the calmness of stating facts.

After a while, there was a bigger movement outside. As if something sharp hit the iron sheet of the train, again and again, with a pause, as if consuming a great deal of energy. It was also mixed with the sound of rapid footsteps, the footsteps on the aisle, just outside the room of Yan Wei and others.

"Tuk Tuk—" "Tuk Tuk—"

This time the sound came from the sliding door.

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang sat up slightly at the same time.

"Yan Wei? Yan Mingguang? Open the door, I'm Xu Miaomiao!" The knocking on the door became very urgent along with Xu Miaomiao's voice, "Quick, our room appeared? Those Things, Sister Ding is dragging, let me come to you first!"

Yan Wei got up suddenly, stepped on the ladder and fell to the ground.

In the darkness, he relied on memory, but in an instant he felt the lock of the sliding door.

The sound of Yan Mingguang turning over came from behind, Yan Wei's right arm was pulled, and there was a little coldness.

He said, "Don't worry, I know."

Outside the door, Xu Miaomiao was getting more and more urgent, and the force of the knock on the door was getting stronger and stronger, as if the knock was on Yan Wei's nerve.

Yan Wei slowly leaned forward and put one eye on the cat's eye of the sliding door.

The cat's eye has a bumpy edge, magnifying the most central scene in front of the door. The curtains on the aisle were drawn tightly, and outside the train there was only a little bit of moonlight penetrating through the cloudy clouds. Under the shade of the curtains, it was better than nothing, and only a slight outline was illuminated in the darkness.

Yan Wei took out his flashlight and shone on the door, lying on the door, and saw Xu Miaomiao's enlarged face through the cat's eyes.

The face was pale and bloodless against the flashlight. The sound of knocking on the door was clearly still there, and the female voice that let him open the door was still accompanied by the violent knocking on the door, but there was no movement on the lips on that face.

The next moment, I wonder if the "people" outside the door felt that Yan Wei was spying, the face slowly approached, and stuck in front of Yan Wei's eyes through the cat's eyes, the pale face was slightly pulled verb: move. The eyes that were originally just lifeless instantly turned into pitch black without any whites, and blood slid from the corners of the eyes.

The urging sound of "Xu Miaomiao" was still by the side of the ear, and the sliding door couldn't stop shaking because of the violent knock.

It slowly pulled out a smile through the cat's eyes.

Yan Wei's hands were instantly cold.

Not because of this horrific scene, but because of the force that was pulling his arm on the right side, and the cold touch that stained his arm skin through the fabric of his clothes.

The upper bunk where he and Yan Mingguang slept were clearly on his left side.