The moment Yan Mingguang opened it, Yan Wei felt a strange and ominous breath. A chilling chill clung to his bones, and it seemed like countless pairs of eyes were peering in the darkness.

There was no feeling of death, but there was still a chill that enveloped me, and the entire sleeping room was a few degrees cooler.

"This was exchanged between us and the people who were targeted today," Yan Mingguang said. "I gave them the information we have obtained so far and told them how we escaped death last night. They

Give us the items you stole from the steward's room."

Although Yan Mingguang downplayed it, he and Xu Miaomiao had been away for so long just now, and it took a lot of effort to think about it.

Yan Wei glanced at Yan Mingguang.

He remembered Yan Mingguang's style when they had done dungeons together in the past. With the number of words this person spoke every day, Yan Mingguang was probably standing there during the negotiation while Xu Miaomiao negotiated dryly.

Yan Wei: "..."

I kind of sympathize with Xu Miaomiao.

"Have they seen this?" After Yan Wei asked, he felt that he was asking nonsense - how could someone take out the clues and replace them without finishing them?

But ‌ folders are really useful.

Yan Mingguang slowly turned over a few pages, and Yan Wei's expression became more and more solemn.

Half a moment.

Yan Wei was deep in thought and suddenly sneezed, so cold that he subconsciously rubbed Yan Mingguang's body.

Yan Mingguang closed the folder that they had seen from beginning to end. His expression remained unchanged as he slowly took out a thicker jacket and put it on Yan Wei's body.

‌The clothes obviously belong to Yan Mingguang. They are much wider than Yan Wei's figure. They are draped on him who is already wearing a windbreaker jacket, as if he is wrapped in a big quilt for a child. Yan Wei is used to wearing one everywhere.

Wearing a chic and convenient windbreaker, I suddenly felt that I was a little strange - if Lin Zhen had arrived, I'm afraid he would have actually said "little pet".

He raised his hand, grabbed the edge of his clothes, and was about to take them off, saying, "I'll put on an extra layer underneath..."

Yan Mingguang grabbed his hand without any explanation.

The man's broad palm immediately wrapped around the back of his hand, and the temperature was warm, but very sharp. Not only could Yan Wei not be able to push him, but he was also holding him tightly, so he wore tighter clothes.

As he moved, he smelled the scent of soap on Yan Mingguang's coat, which was exactly the same as the scent on the person's body, clean and refreshing, with a hint of coldness.

Yan Wei: "..."

He glanced at Yan Mingguang sideways and felt that if he had to do it over again, nothing would have changed, except that his desire to be exclusive and hypocritical had improved by ten percent.

It wasn't a big deal, so he no longer objected. He just put on Yan Mingguang's coat and leaned against Yan Mingguang, waiting for Ding and the others to come back.

He said: "Tomorrow at the latest."

"In fact, there are not many of us who can die. There were four last night. I don't know if these two people can escape today. If there are only ten people left tomorrow..."

As for the bed number that appears on the blackboard tomorrow, there is already a greater than one-half chance that it will fall on the five of them.

Yan Wei sneered: "The consciousness that controls all this is really good at calculating. If it is an ordinary eighty-nine-level copy, no matter how difficult it is, with our data and tool level, no matter how bad it is, it will be a brute force crack. Progress.

Oh, the last time I went to the top-level dungeon, it was just to increase the strength of the NPCs in the dungeon. Now I have learned how to smooth out the data."

Before he was afraid, that despicable thing became afraid.

If he and Yan Mingguang's data is as normal now, judging from all the clues they know now, they can immediately violently crack it.

"It cannot interfere with the copy form on the top floor," Yan Mingguang said. "We will have an easier time than on the 89th floor."

They had originally stored the data of the first climb. Although the formatting made Yan Wei unsuccessful the first time, it also gave Yan Wei the opportunity to accumulate additional values. Now he not only has a

There are more than 10,000 body indexes and sensory abilities, as well as several thousand body indexes and sensory abilities that he climbed to the 49th floor for the second time. If their data had not been sealed on the first floor, Yan Wei's sensory abilities would have been close to 20,000.

Even for those super high-level players who stand out from countless players, their data only fluctuates around 10,000. The data of Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang are already twice that of normal high-level players.

‌No matter how long the train is, he might be able to cover it in an instant.

Yan Wei: "If it dares to pretend to be someone else on the top floor, I will hit him on the head and explode it."

Yan Mingguang made a low sound but said nothing.

After a while, Ding‌ came out of the bathroom. Ding‌ stayed in this small and dirty space for a long time, which caused a putrid smell. Lin Qing also removed the floor and installed it again. He didn't know if it was...

Concerned about Yan Wei's mysophobia, the two of them rushed back to their respective berths to tidy up.

Xu Miaomiao came first and handed Yan Wei two door cards and said: "These are the door cards that were taken out from the corpses of Zhao Jingchen and He Dong. Lin Qing went to get them just now when she was waiting for Sister Ding."

‌We have to go to this room at night, it’s safer to take it.”

"Thank you." Yan Wei took it.

"What information did we find in the folder?"

Yan Wei: "Let's talk about it together when Lin Qing and Ding ‌ come, so as not to have to say it again. It will also coincide with Ding ‌‌'s retrospective."

Xu Miaomiao sat down on the berth opposite Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang. She glanced at Yan Wei's coat and couldn't help but said, "Are you treating the dungeon as a holiday destination? I'm going to go blind."

It has become a habit for Yan Wei to scold her: "Then close your eyes."

"I was deaf last night."

"."

Yan Wei stopped talking.

"By the way, ‌be careful next time when you talk to Sister Ding. I know ‌‌ is a bit crazy, but Sister Ding actually has a bad temper. The better she smiles, the more ‌‌, ‌

Don’t look at her and just arrange whatever you want for her.”

Yan Wei: "Actually..."

"She is always a little patient when she mentions the missing head of our Xuanniao family. So in the past few years, although we don't know Lin Qing, we Bianhua have a good relationship with Xuanniao, so Sister Ding will give us more face."

"That person is indeed a legend, but in her eyes, he is just a newcomer," Xu Miaomiao rarely spoke so sincerely, "he is not the legendary Master Xuanniao."

Yan Wei completely stopped talking.

After a while, Lin Qing and Ding ‌ came. Five people were filled in the cramped berth room at once. Yan Wei could bump into Ding ‌ and Xu Miaomiao who were sitting opposite by raising his feet. Lin Qing could only

Able to stand against the door.

The cold air felt a little warmer.

Having just stayed in the stench of the bathroom for a long time, Ding didn't complain at all and even smiled at Yan Wei: "I've found something very important, where are we? What's in these folders?"

Content?”

"There are, many, ‌ contexts of each copy in it, but there is only a little missing. I think I can make up a little bit of what I found."

Yan Wei told Lin Qing and the others the details he had sorted out.

‌The train has actually not carried passengers—or, in other words, it has not carried normal passengers other than players like them.

For dungeons in the world inside the building, the higher they are, the more likely it is that there will be dungeons that no one has passed through. The elements and content of the dungeons in the ‌ type will be adjusted and re-stored into the dungeon pool, waiting for the next time the player enters.

‌ copies belong to this type. The passenger list of each train since boarding the train is recorded in the last part of ‌ folders. Yan Wei even saw in it the people who had an impression when he first boarded the building.

Name of person.

‌Some people died because this train had a secret that could not be discovered.

This secret is called "Blue Sky". It is completely different from the rainy days all the time. This train was started from the Blue Sky Project. This plan used a lot of talents with the purpose of making a train that never stops.

Not an endless train, but a train that never stops.

‌The name of the car is Lantian.

The header of the folder is the content of the Blue Sky Project, including the list of workers involved in this train, the amount consumed, materials, time taken, and the project schedule and other professional information. The investor, who is also the train conductor, is called

Li Mao spent more than ten years on this matter.

The result is of course failure.

In the end, the funding failed and the plan was aborted. Only a few dozen Blue Sky Project workers were still willing to stay on the bus and continue the impossible project.

‌There is ‌the residence information of some workers, which is the several carriages starting from carriage No. 10, which is the range where they can live.

Except for these, there is only one sentence at the end of the planning schedule.

"I thought of a way.——Li Mao"

"This handwriting is the same as the handwriting on the previous records," Yan Wei said, and Yan Mingguang simultaneously flipped through the relevant places to show them, "In other words, these folders are similar to Li Mao's records.

The records are all written by him. Please pay attention to each payment registration. Are the writing methods of those numbers familiar?"

Lin Qing: "Death List."

"The flight attendant is Li Mao." Xu Miaomiao confirmed, "It makes sense. After all, those two people said that the folder was stolen from the flight attendant's room. What method did he come up with?"

Yan Wei folded his hands and wrapped his whole body in the large coat, burying his chin in it, "I didn't write it, and I didn't say why the train became like this. Not only does it go up, it won't stop.

, and there is no end yet, but the information clearly states that in the original design blueprint of the car, the planned number of carriages was approximately two hundred to three hundred."

Yan Mingguang: "The only possibility is that some evil method was used."

Yan Mingguang closed the folder and put it on the table. Yan Wei looked at Ding and said, "This is the missing area I mentioned."

Ding nodded: "That's right, the traceback content I found is related to this evil method. And the method to stop all this is also here..."

Yan Wei raised his eyebrows - even though they had gotten to this point step by step, wouldn't it be a little easy?

Ding‌’s next words solved his doubts: “Yes, the way to break the game is a bit too smooth, but I think that’s because this method of breaking the game… is simply impossible to do.”

In Death Oppression, the way to break the game is to find an item that is closely related to everything. After being found by the player, that item will turn into a ladder to lead the player out of the instance.

Yan Wei smiled: "The worst is to have a head-on conflict with Li Mao or those dirty things. How difficult can it be?"

Ding‌: "The object representing the stairs we are looking for is at the front of the train."

Yan Wei: “…….”

‌Where did the car head come from in this broken place?
Chapter completed!