Yan Mingguang quickly gave Yan Wei a new set of clothes, which were of the style and material that Yan Wei was most accustomed to wearing on weekdays.

Yan Wei took off his belt, took the neatly stacked clothes, and paused.

‌ He lowered his head and said, "Where is that ghost thing outside?"

"Disappeared."

"We were outside at that time, how did that thing attack us?" Yan Wei said in a normal tone, "I know how ghosts attack us, maybe there is something to do with it."

"It came to tear my neck. I stopped it for a while and then it disappeared. It should have disappeared when Cao Qun died."

Yan Wei glanced at Yan Mingguang again.

Except for the splattered blood on his clothes and cheeks, the man's clothes were smooth and the floor was covered with blood, but Yan Mingguang's trouser legs were as clean as ever.

It doesn't look like someone who has narrowly escaped death, but rather like someone who has been able to deal with it with ease.

‌No‌what,‌ nodded: “Oh.”

Yan Wei took off his coat, shivered from the cold, and held the new clothes into Yan Mingguang's arms. The warmth came, and the man hugged him.

"Then, do you know anything about this copy? Just like in the Puppet Castle, is there any premonitory information?"

"No."

Yan Wei moved his body and changed his clothes in Yan Mingguang's arms. With just one movement, the man holding him froze up and his breathing became stagnant.

While the man was distracted by the wound, Yan Wei moved and inadvertently touched the gauze-wrapped wound on Yan Mingguang's wrist. He pressed it and let go quickly without even looking at the wound.

, as if I bumped into it accidentally.

Yan Mingguang didn't react at all, not even the slight physiological reaction that pain should bring.

It seemed that he was not injured. Yan Wei knew something in his mind - he said he was entangled with a ghost, but in fact he was worried inside, while Yan Mingguang didn't know how to hold the ghost against the door and beat him outside.

Yan Mingguang also has a secret that you don't know about.

At this moment, a sense of unreliability swept over him, and Yan Wei thought of some details that he had always forgotten. After the memory was restored, from the first time he climbed the stairs, to the formatting, to now, the memories were all connected.

A complete line, but there are always some subtle fragments that I can’t remember.

Yan Wei initially attributed this to the memory becoming blurred over time. But now, he suddenly felt that what he had obtained was not a complete memory.

‌I didn’t say anything, I just stopped unconsciously and wrote these things down secretly.

"Get dressed," Yan Mingguang said suddenly, "We are ordinary people now and will catch cold."

Yan Wei stopped moving at this moment. His clothes were half-dressed, and his windbreaker jacket was half hanging on his body. The hem blocked his legs that had taken off his pants. Hearing Yan Mingguang's words, he raised his head and leaned on

Looking at Yan Mingguang's shoulder, he looked at the man's neck and jawline.

She leaned forward slightly, and as before, gently kissed the side of Yan Mingguang's face a few times, and moved down bit by bit.

Yan Mingguang suddenly raised his hand, held You's chin, turned his head and kissed You.

This time it was a long and shallow taste.

Yan Mingguang's breathing became faster and faster, but then stopped suddenly. The man let go of Yan Wei, helped Yan Wei pull off his windbreaker, and said, "Get some rest. I was too tired just now, and I was very tired."

I'm afraid I won't feel well tomorrow."

Yan Wei blinked, opened his mouth, and said nothing. In fact, it is temporarily safe now, and we have turned off the projection. If we really want to..., it's okay. But be cautious, the copy is indeed

You shouldn't do these things‌.

‌ stepped back slightly, took ‌’s unworn trousers and said: “That’s right, I——”

Yan Wei's voice stopped abruptly.

Yan Mingguang suddenly took hold of You's clothed hand, pulled You into his arms, and kissed the corner of You's mouth again. The man's deep voice was close at hand, wrapped in the heat:

"I just forgot, I won't die today."

Yan Wei was stunned.

The man's hand has already reached his collar.

Finally there was no sound of rain.

I don’t know whether it was the rainy day that finally ended, or the train moved through an area. There was no sunlight outside the train, and the curtains were still closed, but the daylight that came through was brighter than the previous two days.

It's just that there is a carriage, and wherever the players pass by, the curtains on the windows are all drawn, so the players can't see what's going on outside.

Yan Wei woke up to the mechanical sound that he was used to hearing.

‌The body‌ was fresh and tidy, and there was an electric heater exchanged from the mall beside him. ‌ rubbed his eyes and glanced at the bright sky.

In the berth opposite, Lin was sitting upright, holding a cup of steaming water in his hand, his back straight, his eyes serious, and his eyes fell straight on Yan Wei's body.

.

Seeing that Yan Wei was awake, he waited until Yan Wei sat up, handed the water glass in his hand to Yan Wei, and said: "Today's death list has nothing to do with any of us, but there were several things that happened last night.

Yan Mingguang went to keep an eye on it first to prevent other players from doing anything. This is prepared for ‌, for fear that ‌ will feel uncomfortable."

Yan Wei: "..."

Lin ‌: "‌ has always been more far-sighted than me. Is there any profound meaning in doing this?"

Yan Wei held up the cup, feeling the temperature in his palm, and said, "...how to do it?"

As soon as I opened my mouth, I found that my voice had become hoarse.

"..."

Suddenly understanding the significance of this glass of water, Yan Wei held up the glass and took a few sips.

"Last night," Lin lowered his eyes, his expression still solemn, "the voice was a bit loud."

Yan Wei choked and said: "Cough...cough..."

"Is it related to the death trigger in the carriage? Or is it to simulate something that a ghost did during his lifetime?"

"."

Putting the water glass aside, he stood up suddenly, carried a windbreaker jacket to his body, cleared his throat and said, "Let's go find Yan Mingguang. Where is he?"

Lin ‌ immediately followed the ‌‌‌ compartment and said, "It's in compartment 11."

Without Lin's answer, Yan Wei saw Yan Mingguang standing at the door of the first sleeper berth in Car No. 11. Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao were also there. It seemed that they

Nothing happened last night.

As Yan Wei got closer, he smelled the stomach-churning, thick smell of blood.

Yan Mingguang glanced at you, and his voice was filled with warmth: "How do you feel?"

Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao immediately cast puzzled looks.

"...It's okay, is this Zhao Jingchen?"

"Um."

In Car No. 11, except for the five of us standing in the crowded aisle, there was no one else. On the first sleeper berth, a pile of human-shaped pieces of meat were piled on the bed board.

The mattresses, mattresses and sheets have completely turned into a deep red color, and the floor is also covered with blood. Some corners where there is not much blood have begun to dry up.

It was a complete piece of minced meat. It could only be seen that it looked like a human figure. Even the limbs and brain were completely chopped into pieces. The brains were mixed with the minced meat. The blood was still seeping down, dripping.

When it reached the lower bunk, it flowed to the train floor.

"Is this the source of the sound of cutting bones last night?"

"It should be," Ding Xiao replied to Yan Wei, "We are closer to this place and can hear it more clearly. At first it was a dull rubbing sound, and then it was the kind of chopping sound. It should be coming from the limbs.

We started to dismember, first cutting the small bones like the palms, then cutting into the body, and then started chopping."

Lin was well aware of Yan Wei's mysophobia. He went in with blood stains on his face, looked around, and said: "There are other people in the room, and there are blood stains and footprints on the ground. The living people have escaped now."

"

It doesn't matter. Even if you leave on the same day, you have to come back at night. This train only has room for a few carriages, so you can't escape.

Lin stood on tiptoe in front of the shop where the minced meat was placed, without changing his expression, he directly stretched out his hand.

Yan Wei: "..."

After a moment, Lin Li picked up something from where his wrist should be - it was a blood-stained safety lock bracelet.

"What is this?"‌‌.

Xu Miaomiao said without thinking: "I bumped into someone when I was driving on the platform, and I saw this. It's just an ordinary safety lock. The person wearing the lock should have no problem with the copy.

"

Lin ‌ immediately lost interest and put down the bracelet.

Yan Wei frowned: "Why does it look familiar to me?"

Yan Mingguang said calmly: "Zhou Tian also wears one on his hand."

Yan Wei took an extra look at the safety lock. After a moment, he said: "Zhao Jingchen died of dismemberment by ghosts. His body is in 1101. The person who died is the person who was sleeping on the death list."

There was no other information here. Yan Wei looked at it for a while, then went to their original berth and took a look at Cao Qun's body.
To be continued...