Chapter 125: Escape the Secret Train (19)

"In the last odd-numbered carriage, the man was dead." The crow said vaguely, but he believed that the evil wolf could definitely understand who he was talking about. The crow smiled silently, with a subtle tone: "When I squatted beside him, I saw his slightly open collar, a cyan tattoo under the collarbone, blocked by blood and clothes for most of them, but still could see a The general shape comes. "
The crow's words made the evil wolf stare at the crow for a long time. He looked like he had seen a ghost. It took him a long time to say in uncertain tone: "Are you intentional?"
The crow's eyes looked a bit cold, and he whispered, "No, I didn't mean it."
The inexplicable conversation between the crow and the evil wolf is over, because the black cat returned with the lights off and sat back to the crow's side. Immediately afterwards, the black cat lit the candle in front of him, and the fire in the carriage lightened a lot, although the flame was always shaking with the slight shaking of the train.
"We can start." The crow stretched out a finger and placed it on the plate in the middle of the yin and yang gossip chart. He explained: "This game seems to require everyone to put a finger on this plate Go up, and then someone asks God, and then we can ask questions and let the invited 'God' answer us. "
"Stupid game." The evil wolf expressed dissatisfaction, but still stretched out his fingers to rest on the small white plate.
Then the black cat extended his fingers very well. The three people put their fingers on the little dish, and the dish was covered with the bottom up. The crow looked at the two people around him. Seeing that they were silent, the crow thought about it and asked, "What should I say, please show the gods in every way?"
The vicious wolf looked impatient: "Then, please, Lord Grim Reaper! Will the gate be written to let Death judge?"
I don't know if it was right. As soon as the evil wolf finished saying these words, the three people felt the little white dish under their fingers vibrate almost at the same time. The jitter was very subtle, but the touch of the fingers was so obvious. All three were silent for a moment, half a moment, the evil wolf raised his head and looked at the crow, and asked, "Have any of you moved this dish?"
"I didn't work hard." The crow raised his lips slightly, smiling.
"Neither do I." The black cat had a rigid expression on his face.
"Okay, it seems that Lord Grim Reaper has appeared." The evil wolf said with a gaze on the crow. "Then let me ask the first question ... let me think, the killer who killed the owl who is it?!"
The dish under the fingers of the three people began to tremble a bit more violently, and then something magic happened. I do n’t know if someone actually cheated or secretly pushed the dish, but the dish did move, it first surrounded The yin and yang gossip picture on the cloth turned around, and then stopped on the first character-
"Can't tell ...?" The evil wolf combined the characters that it had stayed with the movement of the dish, and finally formed such a simple sentence. The evil wolf laughed a little mockingly: "It seems that even the Lord God of Death Can't tell us who the killer is? "
"The three of us can each ask a question, but I haven't figured it out yet, black cat ... can you come first?" The crow felt the little white dish returning to the middle of the yin and yang gossip chart, so for the black cat, Said like that.
The black cat nodded and accepted it, thinking for a while, lowering his voice and asking, "Where is the key to this compartment?"
The black cat's voice came down, and the saucer under their fingers began to act again, and unexpectedly simply and directly answered the black cat's question-‘on one of you’.
The answer shocked all three.
"Who's?" The black cat inquired again unconsciously.
The saucer replied—'Can't tell. '
"Well, let's ask another way." The crow was also interested, like maliciously, and he asked a very bad question: "Who is the next person to die between the three of us?"
Saucer replied-'Can't tell'.
The crow was silent for a moment, and then asked, "How can we leave this compartment?"
The saucer wandered around the gossip chart, and answered, "Kill the person holding the key."
"Where is the key on that person?"
Saucer replied-‘where the heart is’.
The crow's face was a little dark, and he asked a complicated question: "Are you really a of death?"
That dish has been wandering again for a long, long time before giving the answer-'Yes'.
After the saucer answered these questions, it never moved. No matter if the three people asked any more questions, the saucer stayed in the middle of the yin and yang gossip chart. The candles on the table gradually began to fade, as if the death had left.
"It's like talking and not talking at all." The evil wolf pushed the dish and slumped on the sofa, feeling a little hot in the air, and scratched his hair anxiously.
The carriage was still dark, only the light of the candle was flickering. I wondered if it was the intensity of the flames. The crow also felt a little hot. He stood up and said, "I'll go to the toilet and turn on the light by the way."
So the crow left, and this time, only the wolf and the black cat remained staring.
The black cat is too silent. Generally speaking, he can't speak without speaking, and the bad wolf doesn't catch cold very much. He rubs his chest with his hands anxiously, and the suffocation becomes stronger.
Soon the lights turned on, and the crow returned, but he had a few bottles of mineral water in his hand.
"I got this in the flight attendant's lounge. It hasn't been opened yet. Would you like to try it?" The crow looked like a kind heart, and the mineral water in his hand was indeed unopened, black The cat took it calmly and drank it, but the evil wolf didn't believe the crow at all.
The vicious wolf stared at the crow for a long time with a terrible look, with a sharp tone: "Your disguise is really outrageous."
The crow's hand holding the water bottle seemed to tremble and glanced at the evil wolf: "I know you're watching out for me."
"Come on! Who do you pretend to be ?!" The evil wolf suddenly began to have a bad tone, as if the accumulated anger burst out, he grabbed the cloth on the table and threw it on the ground, with the little cloth on it. The dish also fell down together, making a fragile noise.
"... I didn't pretend." The crow's voice seemed a bit erratic, and the whole man was gloomy.
The crow continued: "I just sometimes ... don't know what I'm doing ..."
"So do you admit it ?!" The vicious wolf suddenly didn't know the so-called opening. He stared at the crow intently with his stingy eyes, and said ruthlessly, "Yes, you are the murderer! You are the ' Murderer! You want to kill everyone! "
The crow took a deep breath. The words of the evil wolf trembled his fingertips. The crow forced himself to calm down and said, "Mr. Wolf, you are so excited, I am not a murderer, and I have never thought about it. Everyone! "
The evil wolf was obviously irrational, and even seemed a little nonsense, or the depressed environment of the close room almost made him crazy, so he roared there and yelled at the crow: "The one who is less in that costume is naive! You also See what you look like? You really think you are flawless-"
But before the words of the evil wolf were finished, the voice stopped abruptly.
The evil wolf unconsciously, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, he felt the pain dullly, looked at the crow in front of him in amazement, lowered his head, and saw the blade that was stuck in his chest. The blade is actually very familiar, it was the blade used to bleed.
The crow jabbed the blade into the wolf's chest again, letting it go deeper, into the heart. The crow looked pale and abominable. He approached the wolf and almost put his hand through the wound of the wolf.
The vicious wolf suddenly felt the disturbing suffocation in his chest disappear.
It was as if a hole had been opened in his chest, and then the air rushed in, letting his suffocation, suffocation, and the pain around his heart all be relieved in an instant, an inexplicable sense of relief.
But there was something else he didn't remember.
The crow finally withdrew the knife, and this time his hands were covered with blood, and he gasped slightly. Then the crow walked sideways, giving way, letting the evil wolf collapsed to the ground as a matter of course.
Crows are known as the symbol of death in some countries.
"I said ..." The crow muttered to himself, still holding the blade, and he shook his head slightly: "I don't know what I'm doing ..."
I don't know, I don't know what I'm doing. Obviously sometimes I'm sober, but my body is not at all controlled.
Malicious and negative thoughts almost filled his entire brain.
And from the moment he woke up on this train, he felt that his body and will were split into two people, one was held in the heart, kind or tough, friendly and righteous, all good Morality is detained there, and the rest are unrestrained, released beasts.
But what did this beast do?
The crow didn't know, he knew nothing.
The crow looked down at the wolf lying on the ground. The wolf still had a breath. It was probably written on the note that all people would restore their memory before dying, but the feeling of recovering the memory was too much. It was magical, like a flash of aura, all the things that I didn't understand at first were fed back to his brain.
But he was dying.
The vicious wolf coughed and spit out blood. He barely raised his head and glanced at the crow, and looked at the black cat standing next to him. The black cat was probably scared, or did not know how to deal with it. This kind of thing, and he is destined not to shoot at the crow, at this moment can only stand still.
"Captain ... don't be led by the nose ... This way, we really want to destroy the team." The evil wolf actually uttered an astonishment, somehow threw out such a sentence, and he was obviously facing the black The cat said.
The crow didn't have many expressions on his face. When he saw that the wolf was still talking, he squatted up and raised the knife in his hand.
The vicious wolf barely showed a bitter smile, stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm, as if talking to someone, and muttering to himself: "Sorry ... Sorry, Alan-I'm really terrible."
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