Chapter 125

"In the last odd carriage, the man died." The crow said vaguely, but he believed that the wolf could understand who he was talking about. Crow silently smile, tone is very subtle: "when I squat beside him, I see his slightly open collar, under the clavicle has a blue tattoo, blood and clothes blocked the majority, but still can see a general shape."

The crow's words made the wolf stare at the crow hesitated for a long time. He looked as if he had seen a ghost. After a long time, he said in an uncertain tone: "did you mean it?"

The crow's eyes looked cold and said in a low voice, "no, I didn't mean to."

The inexplicable dialogue between the crow and the wolf is over. The reason is that the black cat comes back after turning off the light and sits back beside the crow. Then the black cat lit the candle in front of him, and the fire in the carriage lit up a lot, although the flame always trembled with the slight shaking of the train.

"We can start." The crow held out a finger and put it on the plate in the middle of the yin-yang eight diagrams diagram. He explained: "this game seems to require everyone to put a finger on this plate, and then one person can ask God. After that, we can ask questions and let the invited God answer us."

"Stupid game." The wolf expressed his dissatisfaction, but still put his finger on the small white plate.

Then the black cat also very cooperatively extended the finger, three people all put the finger on that small dish, the dish is bottom up cover. The crow looked at the two people around him and saw that they were not speaking. So the crow thought about it and asked, "what should I say, please show the gods?"

The wolf was impatient and said, "well, please show me the God of death! Isn't it written on the damned door for death to judge? "

I don't know if it's right or not. As soon as the wolf finished saying this, the three people almost felt the little white plate under their fingers tremble at the same time. The shaking was very subtle, but the touch of the fingers was so obvious that all three of them were silent for a moment. The wolf looked up at the crow and asked, "did any of you move this dish?"

"I didn't force." The crow raised the corners of his mouth slightly, half smiling.

"I didn't either." The black cat has a rigid expression.

"Well, it seems that death has come to light." The wolf said, staring at the crow: "then let me ask the first question first Let me see, who killed the owl? "

The dish under the fingers of three people began to shake more violently, and then a magical thing happened. I don't know if someone actually cheated or pushed the dish by secret force, but the dish did move. It first circled around the Yin and Yang eight diagrams on the cloth, and then stopped on the first character --

"can't tell With the movement of the dish, the wolf combined the characters it had stayed in one by one, and finally formed such a simple sentence. The wolf laughed sarcastically: "it seems that even the God of death can't tell us who the murderer 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 plate and went back to the middle of the diagram of yin and Yang, so he said to the black cat.

The black cat said he accepted it and thought for a while. He lowered his voice and asked, "where is the key to this carriage?"

The black cat's voice dropped, and the dish under their fingers began to act on itself, and unexpectedly, simply and directly answered the black cat's question - "on one of you.".

The answer surprised all three.

"On whom?" The black cat asked again.

The dish replied -- "can't tell.".

"Well, let's ask in a different way." The crow also came to be interested, as if maliciously, he asked a very bad question: "among the three of us, who is the next person who will die?"

The dish replied, "I can't tell you.".

The crow was silent for a moment and then asked, "how can we get out of this carriage?"

The dish wandered around the eight diagrams for a while, and answered - "kill the person who holds the key.

" where is the key on that person? "

The dish answers - "what the heart wants.".

The crow's face was a little dark, and he asked a complicated question: "are you really the God of death?"

This time, the dish wandered around again for a long time before giving the answer - "yes.".

After answering these questions, the dish would not move any more. No matter what questions the three people asked, the dish would remain motionless in the middle of the eight diagrams of yin and Yang. The candles on the table began to fade, as if death had left.

"It's like saying it and not saying it." The wolf pushed the dish and sat down on the sofa. He felt hot and dry in the air. He grabbed his hair impatiently.The car was still dark, only the light of the candle was flashing. I don't know if it was the intensity of the flame. The crow also felt a little hot. He stood up and said, "I'll go to the toilet and turn on the light."

So the crow left. This time, the wolf and the black cat were the only ones left.

The black cat is too silent. Generally speaking, he can not speak without opening his mouth. The wolf does not have a cold for him. He rubs his chest anxiously with his hands, which makes the suffocation more intense.

Soon the light went on, and the crow came back, but he had a few bottles of mineral water in his hand.

"I got this in the steward's lounge. It hasn't been opened yet. Would you like to try it?" Crow like a very kind-hearted look, his hand holding mineral water is indeed not open the bottle cap, black cat is calm to take it to drink directly, but the wolf does not believe the crow.

The wolf looked at the crow with a bad look for a long time, and his tone was sharp: "your ability to disguise is really disgusting."

The crow's hand holding the water bottle seemed to shake, and took a glance at the wolf: "I know you are on guard against me."

"Come on! Who are you showing it to? " The wolf suddenly began to have a bad tone. It was like the accumulated anger burst out. He grabbed the cloth on the table and threw it to the ground. Along with the small plate on the cloth, he also smashed down, making a fragile sound.

“…… I didn't pretend. " The crow's voice seems to be a little erratic, the whole person gloomy.

The crow continued, "I just sometimes I don't know what I'm doing That's all. "

"Do you admit it?" The wolf suddenly did not know the so-called mouth, he looked at the crow with ferocious eyes and said: "yes, you are the murderer! You're the fuckin 'killer! You want to kill everyone

The crow took a deep breath. The wolf's words made his fingertips tremble. The crow forced himself to calm down and said, "Mr. wolf, you are too excited. I'm not a murderer. I didn't want to kill everyone!"

The wolf obviously had no sense, and even seemed to have some gibberish. Or, the repressed secret room environment almost made him crazy, so he roared at the crow: "don't pretend to be naive there! Don't you see what you look like? You really think you're not flawless "

but before the wolf's words are finished, the voice stops suddenly.

The wolf unconsciously spilled blood from the corner of his mouth. He felt the pain slowly. He looked at the crow in front of him in amazement. He lowered his head and saw the blade that was inserted in his chest. The blade is actually very familiar. It was used to bleed blood before.

Once again, the crow thrust the blade into the wolf's chest, letting it plunge deeper into the heart. The crow looked pale and hateful. He approached the wolf and almost put his hands into the wolf's wound.

The wolf suddenly felt the disturbing suffocation in his chest disappear.

It was like opening such a hole in his chest, and then the air poured in one after another, which made his suffocation, suffocation and the pain around his heart all instantly relieved, and his unspeakable sense of relief.

But there was something else he didn't remember.

The crow finally drew the knife back. This time, his hands were covered with blood, and he gasped slightly. Then the crow stepped aside and made way for the wolf to fall to the ground.

Crow this kind of bird, in some countries, is known as the symbol of death.

"I said..." The crow murmured, still holding the blade in his hand. 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. Sometimes I'm conscious, but my body is out of control.

Malicious and negative thoughts almost occupied his whole brain.

And from the moment he woke up on this train, he felt that his body and will were born and divided into two people. One was imprisoned in the heart, good or tough, friendly and just. All the good characters were held there, so the rest was the unrestrained and released beast.

But what did the beast do?

The crow doesn't know. He doesn't know.

The crow looked down at the wolf lying on the ground. The wolf still had a breath. Maybe it was true on the note. All the people would recover their memory before they died. However, the feeling of recovering memory was too magical. It was like a flash of light. All the things that I didn't understand at first returned to his brain.

But he's dying.

The wolf coughed a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood foam. He raised his head and looked at the crow and the black cat standing beside him. The black cat was probably scared or didn't know how to deal with this kind of thing. He was doomed not to fight the crow. At this moment, he could only stand still.

"Captain Don't be led by the nose If we go on like this, we will really die. " Before he died, the wolf made a surprise speech, and he threw out such a sentence, and he obviously said it to the black cat.The crow didn't have much expression on his face. Seeing that the wolf was still talking, he squatted and raised the knife in his hand. It seemed that he was going to mend the knife.

The wolf reluctantly showed a bitter smile. He reached out and grasped his arm. It seemed that he was talking to someone and murmuring to himself: "I'm sorry I'm sorry, Alan - I'm terrible. "

The author has something to say:_ (:3」∠)_ In fact, love flower is a sign of symbiotic contract. Generally, only when one of them is in a state of dying will it emerge.