Chapter 123: Escape the Secret Train (17)

When the crow woke up, he had a terrible headache, as if he had gone through a tortured war, as if he had crossed countless battlefields. He felt like he was thinking of something, such as dreaming about what happened in his sleep, but when he thought back, he couldn't remember anything, and when he woke up, he heard a roar:
"Who killed him !?"
The crow was full of excitement, immediately stood up, looked instinctively towards the owl, and could not help but widen his eyes in horror!
The owl is dead.
It seems a bit inappropriate to say 'dead', but the crow doesn't know how to describe it. The owl was sitting there, and he was sitting in the seat where he was sitting. He still had a music box in his hand. The music box was still playing beautiful and melodious music, but the box was stained with a lot of blood. The blood was dripped from the owl's low head, and a drop just happened to fall on On the box in his palm.
"What happened?" The crow walked incredulously, then he squatted at the owl's feet and looked up at him.
The owl's eyes were cut, that is, it was cut on his eyes with a knife, and a slit was cut from the corner of the eyes to the middle bridge of the nose, and the thick blood flowed along his eyes and covered the entire face.
But this is not a fatal injury. The most fatal is the wound on the neck of the owl. The blood also began to flow from his neck, and the blood of the owl looked very dark and sticky. It was not like fresh blood, and the amount of bleeding was not much. As a general rule, people who were killed by cutting their throats, The blood must be splattered everywhere, and the blood pressure of the arteries on the neck can make the blood surge like a fountain.
But none of this matters. What's important is, who did this to the owl? Who 'killed' him? !!
The first crow to think of was a wolf. He shook his fingertips and turned to stare at the wolf: "Why did he become this ?!"
"How do I know?" The evil wolf is rare without any kind of ridicule or ridicule. His face is a little pale, which is rare. The evil wolf looks terrible. He bows his head, his hair is scattered and his breathing is short. He said, "This guy was like this when I woke up."
"Don't make excuses! You are the only one who is most likely to do this kind of thing!" The crow's rare emotion was excited, he couldn't help but grabbed one of the owl's arms. The skin was cold, and the crow's heart followed, and he continued to stare angrily at the evil wolf.
He said, "You and the owls have been arguing, and your conflict has been escalating. You wanted to kill him early in the morning, right?"
"I didn't kill him!" The evil wolf denied, and seemed to be a little angry, he started yelling at the crow: "I absolutely confessed who I killed! But I will never put an unnecessary charge on myself!"
"Then who would want to kill the owl here, and who has the reason to kill him ?!" The crow was so anxious that as soon as the owl died, he lost his reason to sustain himself. Even the crow had doubted the owl for a time, but he also believed inexplicably that on this inexplicable train, only the owl was trustworthy.
"You need to understand! We have three people here!" The vicious wolf took a deep breath to adjust his breathing rate, glanced at the crow, and glanced at the black cat.
The vicious wolf said: "The owl was killed before we woke up. That is to say, after the owl stopped the music, the three of us started searching for this compartment. At that time, I was outside the flight attendant lounge and toilet. In the aisle, I saw the crow ... You fainted and fell on the sofa, and then I fell asleep. After that, the only sober estimate is the black cat! You have to ask him what happened, then ask me Is it a murderer! Ok? "
"I don't know." The black cat heard the words of the wolf, and then said, his voice was dumb: "I started to lose consciousness shortly after you all fell asleep. At that time, I saw the owl and he was normal."
"I don't understand!" The crow almost wanted to scream, he held the owl's hand tightly, and the owl's blood flowed down his arm into the crow's finger slits: "The three of us are alive here, you can all deny I didn't do it myself! Can there be one more person out of this car? "
"Come on! Why can you blame me without pressure?" The evil wolf started a mockery and sneered at the crow: "I can also suspect that you did such a thing, think about it and you can easily pretend Be the first of us to faint, then lie there leisurely and wait for me and everyone else to fall asleep, then get up and dry the owl ... "
Before the evil wolf said a word, the crow suddenly stood up! He was so angry! I took out the music box that was still playing music from the owl's palm, and smashed it toward the wolf.
The bad wolf couldn't respond. He reached out and patted the music box that smashed at him. The bad music box was snapped on the ground by the bad wolf. The box was not solid, and when it fell to the ground, it broke parts.
The wonderful violin music came to an abrupt end.
"Grass!" The evil wolf stared angrily at the crow: "I see, you are trying to kill us all!"
"Then let me die! You despicable bastard!" The crow had long lost his sense of reason, reached out and grabbed a glass drink bottle on the table and smashed it into the head of the evil wolf. Dodging, just trying to resist, the black cat over there suddenly squatted down, picking up something from the broken parts of the music box.
"Don't fight, I found the key," said the black cat.
But in such chaos, even the surprise of finding the key can obviously not stop the crow and the wolf fighting. The death of the owl makes the crow so angry and irrational that he may have accumulated negative emotions of one kind or another since the death of the two-headed snake, and these contradictory spears are clearly pointed at the evil wolf.
The crow determined that the wolf had killed someone.
But the vicious wolf had some inexplicable face and a little grievance, because he thought he had never done anything.
The black cat stood aside watching them fighting, holding the key in his hand, his eyes were a little dark, as if they could penetrate deep into the darkness. The black cat's expression has always been very few, his emotions and eyes rarely fluctuate, but this does not mean that he does not know anything, nor does he mean that he will simply obey orders.
However, the targeted wolf was not reconciled at all, and began to give a powerful counterattack at the crow. The two were fighting while scolding each other. The evil wolf still had some convergence at first. Because the crows never participated in the fight, they always felt that the goods were a bit weak. In the end, I always converge and I don't really have eyes.
When I wake up and find that the owl is dead, the wolf always feels a lot of pain in his chest. The feeling of not being uncomfortable but always getting better is very irritating to the wolf, especially at this time. The crow coming to the door even made him uneasy. When he hit his crow with a fist, he felt his eyes were bloodshot.
If this fight is really not stopped, maybe one of them will really kill the other alive. Either you die or I die.
But it was the black cat who stopped the battle. He cut into the battle, grabbed the arm of the currently dominant wolf, gave him a kick, forced the wolf to vacate, and lay face down on the ground.
Then the black cat grabbed the crow's neck again and pressed him against the cushion on the sofa.
"Calm down ... now that the music has stopped, we have to open the door." The black cat's tone was very gentle, although he didn't have any expression on his face.
The crow didn't speak, panting, but his body slowly relaxed. He closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands.
"Why can you all care nothing?" Raven's voice was crying, he asked quietly and sadly: "Although I don't have any memory, I think you are all important people before I lose memory."
"But you won't be sad-is it just because you have no memory, are you strangers?"
"They're all dead ..." The crow said, crying, still covering his face, tears came out of his fingers, mixed with some blood stains on his fingers, and turned into dazzling blood. He gritted his teeth to stop himself from sobbing, and curled up into a ball on the sofa, burying his face in the rough sofa cushion.
"I don't want to--" The crow hoarsely, like the sorrow of a small animal before it dies.
The black cat sat beside the crow, stared down at him, and touched the soft black hair of the crow.
"Don't be afraid, nothing will happen." He comforted him, his voice was strangely soft and incredible.
The door of No. 7 car was finally opened by the black cat. Now the team of five people has only three people left, and it has become a vulnerable group on the verge of collapse. Before leaving, the crow returned to the owl to look at him. Now the owl will not move anymore, and he is sitting on the sofa in that position, and the crow touches his cold hand.
"You should know what happened, right?" The crow crouched beside the owl and whispered to him.
Without moving the owl, the blood on his body no longer flowed, and he began to dry out.
"You haven't died yet, I know ..." Crow said, "Or you were dead from the beginning, though it's amazing."
"I think you can hear me—" Crow sadly said, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
The black cat over there had opened the door and called the crow's name.
The crow glanced back at the black cat, then turned to look at the owl.
"I'm sorry--" He repeated the apology.
"I have to leave you here."
Then the crow stood up and walked towards the connecting door of car 7, and now they had to go to car 6.
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