Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi were lying in front of the door of the box.

The two of them carefully looked at the container in front of them with wary eyes.

Bloody corpses, tracks on the floor.

It's no longer possible to tell if it's a man or a woman.

"Man!" At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly spoke.

Wang Mazi was stunned for a moment, and carefully looked at the corpse in front of him, the corpse didn't even have clothes, as if it had been roasted by fire, although the probability of looking at the skeleton man was very high, but Wang Mazi didn't dare to be as sure as Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke pointed to the corpse's feet: "Look, his boots!" ”

I saw the corpse kneeling on the ground, the clothes on the body had been burned to ashes, but the boots were kept.

Black leather boots, covered with dark red blood and dust.

But it can still be seen that this is a pair of hiking boots worn by a man.

"Look!"

Wang Mazi suddenly pointed his finger, and in the dim corner, a clay pot was placed on the altar.

The black clay pot is closed by two white seals.

Even though the two of them are just ordinary people now, they can still feel that a special aura on the clay pot seems to be wrapped around it.

"I guess nine times out of ten it's that thing, it's not good, the shadow we saw before is this thing."

Wang Mazi speculated in a low voice.

Zhao Ke shook his head, unsure.

"It doesn't matter if he's or not, let's just throw this thing away!"

I saw Wang Mazi saying that he was about to stand up, but as soon as his body moved slightly, cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Holding his hands on his abdomen, his face turned pale for a moment.

This is just an ordinary body, how can it withstand such a crazy toss before.

Under the high level of mental tension before, Wang Mazi could still persevere, and at this time he breathed a little sigh of relief.

The huge pain in his abdomen immediately surged like a tide, making Wang Mazi so painful that he almost couldn't grasp the handrail of the carriage and fell off the carriage.

"You take a rest first, I'll come!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ke pulled Wang Mazi to sit down in the carriage, but he didn't touch the clay pot.

Instead, he stood in front of the corpse and carefully examined the corpse in front of him.

Who is the corpse?

Apparently it doesn't matter anymore.

Looking at the clay pot on the altar in front of him, Zhao Ke couldn't help but hesitate, he didn't know why, he suddenly thought of the picture of the faceless girl he saw when he was almost suffocated.

Facelet.

Something that seemed to be completely unrelated to himself seemed to be reminding him of something, but Zhao Ke couldn't figure it out for a while.

Just looked at the clay pot in front of him at this time.

Zhao Ke hesitated, as if he was thinking about what to do with this clay pot.

Simple and brutal smashing?

Let's double-check again and see if you can find other clues.

Or, just throw the clay pot out and into the darkness outside.

"Climb down!"

Just when Zhao Ke was distracted, Wang Mazi's scream suddenly came from his ears.

The voice came suddenly, not only interrupting Zhao Ke's thoughts, but also the hairs on Zhao Ke's body actually stood up one by one.

A chill hit the top of my head, as if my soul was about to be pierced!

Zhao Ke felt a great threat, and immediately rushed forward in embarrassment.

"Whew!"

The sharp sound of breaking wind, accompanied by a cold chill, made Zhao Ke's scalp cold, and most of the hair on the top of his head was cut off.

Rolling on the ground, he fell to the ground with the radio station on his back.

Then he looked back in amazement.

But in the dark, I don't know when, a figure wearing samurai armor quietly appeared in front of the two.

The long black knife, the blade of which seemed to be matte, was barely visible in the dimly lit carriage.

It is also thanks to Wang Mazi's rich experience that he sensed the crisis the moment he heard the blade swing.

If it weren't for Wang Mazi's early reminder, I am afraid that my skull would have been cut off now.

The rudimentary samurai armor, as if controlled by some kind of force, missed the blow, quickly waved the blade in his hand, raised his knife and slashed at Zhao Ke.

Although the speed is not as fast as lightning, it is completely unexpectedly for Zhao Ke's body and state at this time.

Zhao Ke's eyes flickered, and he looked at the attacking blade, and suddenly rolled on the ground.

There was a loud bang, the broken wooden planks flew everywhere, and the slender blade seemed to be very thin, but it was extremely sharp.

The power that erupted on the blade was not something that a human could compete with.

As soon as the horizontal knife was raised, he saw the blade stabbing straight into Zhao Ke's heart.

"I'll fuck your uncle!"

In the midst of the lightning, with a loud roar, Wang Mazi didn't know when he got up from the ground and rushed to the side of the samurai armor.

Leaning sideways, squatting slightly on his knees, he slammed sideways on the samurai armor.

It is an extremely ferocious move in the Eight Poles Collapse, sticking to the mountain.

Changed to Wang Mazi's body, even without the blessing of stamps, with the power of the body, he can knock a stopped car over.

Its power can be imagined.

However, at this time, as soon as I leaned up to the mountain, I heard a muffled sound, but I saw that the person who flew out was actually Wang Mazi.

Not a collision of a level at all.

Wang Mazi was originally seriously injured, but this time, it made his head even more dizzy, his throat was sweet, and then a mouthful of blood spit out, and he fell to the ground, not even having the ability to move, and lost half of his life.

However, it was Wang Mazi who hit it like this, and the long knife in the warrior's hand was inaccurate, and the blade cut a cut in Zhao Ke's shoulder, but it did not hit the vital point.

Under the blood-drenched wound, Zhao Ke looked at the clay pot on the altar.

I found that a black mist was pouring out of the clay pot, and the mist was getting thicker and thicker.

"Is it manipulating?"

Thinking of it, Zhao Ke wanted to pull out the pistol, aim it in the direction of the clay pot, and pull the trigger.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

However, the three bullets were suddenly blocked sideways by the samurai in front of him.

The samurai's thick armor completely resisted the clay pots.

Zhao Ke was not given the slightest chance at all.

"Damn! Is this who you are? ”

Through the gap in the armor, Zhao Ke vaguely saw a pair of red eyes staring at his body.

There is no human desire at all, more like a beast full of killing.

When I saw that I was being forced into a corner little by little, and I couldn't continue to retreat.

A figure suddenly jumped in from outside the carriage.

The person who came was not tall, wearing the clothes of a Japanese soldier, and while jumping into the carriage, he subconsciously helped the bridge of his nose.

It's Cui Jianguo!

Seeing the other party's subtle move, Zhao Ke could be sure that it was Cui Jianguo, because this was a person who wears glasses all the year round, and he often worries about adjusting his position when his glasses fall off.

At the same time as Cui Jianguo jumped into the carriage.

A deafening gunshot suddenly exploded in the carriage.

The sound of the gunfire was completely different from the usual gunshots.

It's more like a thunderbolt, and the ears of the people who shake it are buzzing.

When the shot rang out, the samurai seemed to sense the danger and subconsciously wanted to dodge.

But his speed was too slow compared to the speed of the bullet.

"Boom!"

The bullets that were shot were not one, but one piece.

Like a flowering bullet, it smashed a dense number of holes into the samurai's body.

Of course, with such great power, the sacrifice is also great.

I saw Cui Jianguo get started, and the specially modified gun barrel also exploded at the same time as the gun.

Even the hand holding the gun became a blur of flesh and blood.

"Hurry up, smash that jar, or we'll all die!"

Ignoring his fleshy palm, he saw Cui Jianguo, flying behind the warrior, wanting to create an opportunity for Zhao Ke.

At this time, the backpack that fell on the ground on the side listened to the noise of the radio station.

"We're out of trouble, where are you? We found an abandoned train, but strangely, the altar on that train was completely smashed. ”

On the radio, the woman's voice was excited, with a burst of happiness for the rest of her life.

But at this time, except for Wang Mazi, who was lying on the ground and motionless, listened to it, Zhao Ke couldn't even estimate a word.

When he saw Cui Jianguo desperately entangled with the samurai, revealing the clay pot on the altar behind him.

Zhao Ke's deep eyes revealed a cold glow.

As he got up from the ground, he walked through the narrow gap and pulled out the kitchen knife behind him.

It was as if all the strength had been surging up.........

A stab out.

"Poof!"

The cold blade pierced into his chest, causing Cui Jianguo's body to suddenly stiffen there.

Slowly turned his head and looked at Zhao Ke in disbelief.

His eyes were like a faint flame flickering in the wind, staring at his heart, and his body slowly slid from the samurai's body to the ground.

"We're out...... Can you hear me? ”

The radio station on the side was still flickering from time to time, but with the flashing lights, the voice in the radio was repeating the previous sentence repeatedly.

"Boom ......"

The samurai's armor fell to the ground along with Cui Jianguo's body, and immediately scattered on the ground as if the skeleton had been removed.

Looking at the scattered samurai armor, Zhao Ke couldn't help but let out a long breath.

looked at Cui Jianguo in front of him: "This farce, I think it can come to an end, the only thing I want to know is what will happen if I smash this clay pot." ”

Hearing Zhao Ke's words, Cui Jianguo's gaze became even more confused: "You don't even know the result, so kill me??" ”

"Is there a difference?"

Zhao Ke's other hand was raised from behind him, revealing the pistol in his hand: "In this gun, there is still a bullet, kill you, I can still break this clay pot at any time." ”

There is often a problem on the Internet, 100 yuan and 10 yuan are dropped on the ground, and you pick up which one.

Seems like a multiple-choice question.

But in fact, after a little thought, you know that this is obviously a score question, of course, both of them are picked up!

Zhao Ke's approach is exactly the same as the answer to this question.

"You ......"

In the face of Zhao Ke's answer, it was almost a scoundrel.

After Cui Jianguo was stunned for a while, he suddenly laughed, but there was a thick bitterness in his smile: "It's me who thinks too kindly." ”

"We're out...... Can you hear me...... That altar was smashed......"

At this time, the radio station on the side was still flickering, but it was still repeating the previous sentence, like a repeater.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke picked up the radio station and put it in his hand.

"From the very beginning, I have always had doubts in my heart, but the direction of questioning is not the radio, but another group of people on the radio, in fact, these people are all made up by you."

looked at the radio in his hand, because he had the experience of "The Final Conclusion on the Coffin".

Zhao Ke subconsciously confused the two.

In fact, Zhao Ke never thought that this radio station itself was a disguise?

Wang Mazi was lying on the ground, basically half of his breath was left, but he also pricked up his ears and listened carefully, but the more he listened, the bigger his head became, and he couldn't understand what was going on at all.

"Actually, I didn't expect it at first, but just now, I had a brief dream, well, let's talk about the dream, maybe it's a hallucination.

I saw a woman without a face, and that is from this moment on,

I was thinking if everything was fake......

Including this station itself, then...... What the result will be! ”

Zhao Ke was only suspicious at first, but after Zhao Ke's heart was cast this shadow, he felt as if he was trapped in a huge trap.

The most terrifying thing is that they have already stepped into the trap, but they are unaware of the real deadly crisis.

It was precisely because of this that Zhao Ke had doubts about the clay pot in front of him.

No!

It should be said that more is doubting the radio station in his hands.

No matter how sophisticated the deception is, it is inseparable from two words.

Information.

Whether it's seen or heard.

The trick of scammers is to pass on information to you and make you believe it, so as to manipulate you step by step.

And think about it, whether this train altar,

and Yamakeiichiro's diary,

There will still be monsters that hunt the postman,

Even the train suddenly disappeared a third.

And so on, all the information they need to know is from this radio station.

Even, there is not a single piece of information that they discovered on their own!

himself and Wang Mazi, invisibly, with the occurrence of one thing after another, eventually became the marionettes of the radio station.

They are wary of the people on the other side of the radio and ignore the station itself, which may be a liar.

"Your methods are very clever, I still can't understand now, those voices on the radio are really made up by you out of thin air, or there are other ways, but there is no doubt that you summoned this samurai, and your appearance, is the biggest failure in your trap, and the snake is added!"

"Oh, and by the way, when you write on the glass, you use your right hand, but I remember when you shoot, it's your left hand, are you left-handed?"

Zhao Ke once again pointed out Cui Jianguo's slightly ridiculous tone, how many flaws were hidden in the failure of the last step.

Zhao Ke could understand that he was forcing himself to destroy the clay pot as soon as possible.

He didn't expect that Zhao Ke was not a good student who followed the rules.

Faced with a multiple-choice question, Zhao Ke's choice was so ruthless.

If you kill 10,000 by mistake, you won't let go of one of them.

"Ahem!"

Facing Zhao Ke's cynicism, Cui Jianguo couldn't help coughing fiercely.

Helplessly, he looked at the clay pot behind him.

did not answer Zhao Ke's question, but closed his eyes with helplessness and regret.