"Boss!"

Outside the dark window, a figure was clinging to the heavy glass of the train, and a pair of huge bright eyes looked at the man in white with white light.

"Who!"

The man in white yelled and tried to retreat, but was blocked by the door of the carriage.

"I'm your best friend!"

The figure bared sharp fangs, its huge eyes narrowed slightly, and its eyes kept wandering over the man in white.

"You...... You're not ......" The man's lips began to tremble, "Impossible......"

Seeing the frightened expression of the man in white, the head of the person outside the window actually began to turn the angle, staring at him with his big head down, his big mouth opening and closing, and letting out bursts of strange laughter.

"Get out!"

The man in white roared angrily, holding his head with both hands and curling his body into a ball.

After more than ten seconds, the laughter outside the window came to an abrupt end! The world seemed to fall into dead silence again, and only the rumble of the moving train remained in my ears.

The man in white opened one eye tremblingly, but the distorted human form outside was long gone......

Standing up, the man in white's shirt was already wet with sweat, and he stared at the nearest window and slowly moved over......

With his hands pressed against the glass, the man in white dared to look out...... In the endless black fog, not even a ghost can be seen.

Hallucination......

The man in white sat on the ground in a decadent manner and gasped for breath, perhaps because he was too nervous......

"Even if it dies, that kid dies first, what am I afraid of?"

He suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette, only to find that he didn't have any of these things with him.

"There hasn't been any movement for so long, presumably that kid must be dead. ”

The man in white sighed and propped himself up.

Just as he wanted to unlock the door of the carriage, the man in white felt a chill behind him, as if something was watching him from behind!

Trembling unconsciously, the man in white froze in place and did not dare to move.

The instinct of the body constantly warned himself that if he moved at this time, his fate would definitely be as miserable as the few people who had suffered before!

"Uncle Liang......"

Behind him, a young female voice came.

The man in white didn't dare to talk at all, his legs went weak in fear, and he almost knelt on the ground.

"I'm Ruirui, don't you remember?"

The female voice behind him has now come to the ear, and the man in white clearly feels that his chest is cold, as if a pair of dry hands as cold as ice are hugging him hard!

"It's nothing to do with me...... Don't come to me...... Please, don't kill me...... I, I don't want to die......"

The man in white cried out in horror: "What happened back then has nothing to do with me...... It was the foreman who did it, and I don't know anything...... You go to him, it's Zhang Jihai who he harmed, it's him...... It's ...... him."

Suddenly, the coldness on the side of the chest dissipated, and the withered hands seemed to disappear without a trace!

The man in white sat on his knees, tears pouring uncontrollably.

He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he suddenly felt that in front of him, a fragrant breath was blowing on his face!

In the carriage without any light source, even the two people who were close at hand couldn't see their faces clearly, but the man in white could detect that a face was in front of him!

Because this aroma is exactly the smell on the other party's body when he played with Zhang Rui's body back then!

"Please...... Please let me go!"

The man in white raised his head, looked at the empty darkness in front of him and cried for mercy, but one hand sneaked into his pocket.

After a few sobs, the man in white's eyes changed suddenly, and suddenly raised his hand and pressed it in front of him!

At this time, he was holding a spirit talisman painted with red letters in his hand!

"Die!"

roared, and the spirit rune in the hand of the man in white actually began to burn!

Ignoring the burning pain in his hand, the man in white held the spirit talisman and rushed forward!

"Poof!"

The nosebleed erupted, and the man in white actually pounced, and by the light of the spirit rune, he found that there was no trace of ghosts around him at all!

The sound of the spirit rune burning filled every corner of the carriage, until it was all turned into ashes, and the man in white felt a little relieved.

Reaching out to hold the doorknob, the man in white wiped a handful of nosebleeds, but he felt an itch in his neck, as if there were strands of hair sliding back and forth on his neck!

With wide eyes, the man in white slowly looked up.

In the dark, a pair of big white eyeballs were sticking to the roof of the train shed, staring at him!

Before the man in white could scream, a pair of big hands suddenly hung down and grabbed his head, and slammed him straight up!

......

Lighting restoration.

In the sleeper car, the little girl held Ling Yi's arm firmly, while the strong man and the cowardly man hid under the bed closest to the door of the car, not daring to show their heads for a long time.

"Come out. ”

Ling Yi sighed, patted the little girl's shoulder gently, and smiled at her.

Crawling out of the bed with all his might, the strong man saw the blood in the other carriage through the small window on the door, and he couldn't close his mouth in shock.

"That'...... How is that guy ......"

The strong man looked at Ling Yi, not knowing why.

The cowardly man vigorously broke the handle connecting the door, and said in horror: "This door is locked, what should I do?"

"That bastard!" the strong man kicked the door like crazy, "and trapped us all here for our lives!"

Ling Yi looked at the strong man, then stared at the cowardly man's face for a while.

"It's all over, there's no way to collect clues, we're all going to die here!"

The cowardly man muttered, leaning against the wall and sliding on the ground.

"Not necessarily!"

Suddenly, Ling walked up to the two strong men and looked out the window indifferently: "This killing under the banner of the game is about to end. ”

Without waiting for the strong man and the cowardly man to react, Ling Yi continued: "Time is pressing, and I can only make all the clues I deduce public, but the specific escape method is still unclear. ”

"Then what are you still inking, hurry up!" The strong man seemed to see the hope of living in Ling Yi.

With a light cough, Ling Yi leaned against the edge of the car window, looked at the three survivors except himself, and finally spoke: "This game cannot be explained by common sense from the beginning, this is the starting point of my reasoning, and it is also the foundation of the whole incident. ”

"There is no doubt that every one of us who comes to the train is a person in distress or in a desperate situation in the real world...... Couples, gangsters, detectives, doctors, robbers, profiteers, students, lawyers, and workers...... We, who constitute the necessary conditions for this game, are the combination of multi-class characters. ”

Ling Yi glanced at the three of them keenly, and continued: "At the beginning of the game, the chaotic time and the extra items were actually all hints given to us by the game designer...... It's telling us 'this game is real but not realistic' and gives us plenty of time to adapt. ”

"We wasted too much time doing useless work, and it wasn't until the death of the lawyer that everyone realized that the killing was real, and it was too late to accept the role of our own persona. ”

"It's the same as the online game mode, although the designer gave us the rules, but we still need to figure out how to clear the level...... The key to the solution lies in the clues provided in the various carriages. ”

Ling paused and said, "In the process of collecting evidence, there is one thing that I am particularly concerned about...... It's the number 9. ”

“9？”

The strong man and the cowardly man glanced at each other and said in unison.

"That's right!"

Ling Yi turned around and wrote the number "9" on the window with his finger, and said at the same time: "In the seventh carriage, the time displayed on the electronic watch is exactly 9 hours different from the time we actually boarded the train, and Chu Wei's diary also clearly states that the interval between her diary from the first day to the last day is exactly 9 months. ”

"Isn't that far-fetched!"

The cowardly man looked at Ling Long: "According to what you said, there are a lot of numbers like this special coincidence!"

Smiling slightly, Ling Yi turned his head to look at the little girl: "Yes...... Before I got to the ninth car, I thought it was probably a simple coincidence...... But do you remember, there was a painting hanging in the dining car? ”

"The Last Supper?"

"Yes. Ling Yi officially turned around and looked at the little girl, "It's the famous painting 'The Last Supper', the right side of it has been torn off, and the torn part contains four characters......"

"13 minus 4...... 9 too!" the strong man said in disbelief with a long mouth.

"Even though this number has appeared many times, it has nothing to do with us!"

The cowardly man was a little agitated, his fingers trembling, and the sweat stains on his glasses had already blurred his vision.

Nodding, Ling Yi explained, "Indeed, there are ten of us in total, and it has nothing to do with the number 9...... But ......"

Ling Yi stared at the cowardly man's eyes and said word by word, "What if one of us is not a 'human'?"

The cowardly man took two steps back and said in horror, "What!"

"What do you mean that one of us is not a man?" shouted the strong man, at the top of his voice.

Hearing this, the little girl was so frightened that she hurriedly shrank to Ling Yi's side, and at the same time, the cowardly man also drilled his body under the bed.

The strong man dragged the cowardly man's body out, pressed him firmly against the wall with both hands, and then turned his head to signal Ling Yi to continue.

"The Last Supper is a story of betrayal...... It alludes to the existence of a 'traitor' among us, the ...... The executioner who constantly takes the lives of his companions and keeps maintaining this killing game...... What we say, ghosts!"