The two continued on in the train.

Although it seemed that the carriage was still empty, some moving handrails and the sound of tapping on the glass could be seen from time to time along the way, showing that it was not just the two of them in this space.

After entering a new carriage, a row of blood-stained footprints appeared in front. The footprints were a little messy, and they went all the way to the carriage that was placed forward.

Xiao Lan squatted down and observed it. The blood had coagulated a little, but it was not dry yet. Obviously, it didn't last long.

A little shadow was covered with a little blood under Luo's drive. After a while, Luo said, "It's a male, about 30 years old. His physical condition is much better than that of ordinary people. It should be the blood from the player."

"Follow up and have a look." After Xiao Lan finished speaking, she stood up and walked in the direction of the blood trail.

——

Along the blood trail, the two came all the way to the last carriage.

At the door of the carriage, the bloodstain disappeared.

This car is completely different from what we have seen before. The pure white color is matched with the metal seats and the simple shape, which shows a modern feeling in both materials and design.

Xiao Lan was convinced that this was a carriage that had not appeared before.

This carriage is brand new and has traces of splicing with the original carriage. It should be a carriage added later, and such a carriage has not been seen from the outside before.

"Could it be...the second time you get on the bus to enter here?" Xiao Lan guessed, "Or is this change based on time? Or is it...the ticket?"

The reason for the change is unknown, but soon Xiao Lan had no time to think about it.

Because after a few steps forward, a corpse appeared.

This is a man in his thirties. He was sitting on the ground with his back against the car door. The joints of his limbs were turned over, showing an unnatural posture. smile.

He was wearing the most common clothes in the Arrival World system store. His chest and abdomen were torn open, his stomach had been hollowed out, and the internal organs were missing, but there was no blood on the ground.

"Luo, is the previous bloodstain his?" Xiao Lan asked.

"Yes." Luo nodded, confirming the guess.

Xiao Lan stepped forward to inspect the corpse, and saw handprints on the joints of his limbs. These handprints were of different sizes and overlapped each other. It looked like many people broke his joints at the same time.

And his lost internal organs are not nearby, and there is not much blood on the ground.

Maybe the thing that attacked him took away the internal organs, or maybe he was not attacked here. As for more, I am afraid that only the victim himself knows.

Xiao Lan closed the player's eyes, and then put his body aside to avoid him falling directly onto the rails below when the train arrived at the station to open the door, and he might end up being crushed.

Players' deaths are hasty, and no one can predict how they will die in the end, nor can they prepare for their funeral in advance. Every game and every danger may be the end of their lives, and it is already a luxury to leave a complete corpse in the end.

In fact, after the game is over, no one knows what will be done with the player's body. Xiao Lan is just doing his best to leave the dead player with a bit of dignity.

Xiao Lan pulled out a towel prepared by Luo from the storage space and covered the opponent's face, which was considered the last burial.

After the corpse was moved, a square object appeared from the corpse's original location.

Luo picked it up, wiped the dust on the surface and handed it to Xiao Lan: "It's a wallet, sir."

Xiao Lan took it and looked at it carefully. This is a pure black wallet. The texture is very good, and the design is low-key and simple. However, the rigorous workmanship and meticulous hardware can still show that this wallet is definitely worth it. Philip.

Players generally do not have wallets unless they have a special hobby.

The reason is also very simple, because it is not necessary to use money to come to the world. Unless there is any special commemorative significance or props, most players will not bring such useless things into the game.

Xiao Lan looked at the wallet, which should be classified as a luxury item, and then looked at the corpse of the player next to him wearing the most common clothes produced by the system. His clothes were ordinary, and even a bit sloppy. Not like something the other party would have.

So, this is obtained in this game?

Xiao Lan opened the wallet, and there were quite a few cards in it. In addition, there were only a few brand new banknotes without change. At first glance, they put them in for backup, but they didn't have the opportunity to take them out for a long time. It was a typical modern wallet. .

With his movements, a black object rolled down from the wallet, round, coin-shaped, with an embossed "13" on it.

Xiao Lan asked Luo to take out the ticket they had found earlier for comparison. Except for the color, this ticket was exactly the same as the one they had found earlier.

Xiao Lan frowned: "There are actually two kinds of tickets."

In this way, the feeling of choosing one of the two is more obvious, not only the train or the platform, but also the black ticket or the white ticket.

But which side is the right choice?

Putting the ticket aside, Xiao Lan continued to check the contents of her wallet.

On one side of the wallet is a group photo of a man and a woman.

Their movements are very close to each other, it should be a couple or a couple, but the faces of the two people in the photo are blurred, as if they have been processed, they can't be seen clearly, only the man in the photo is very tall. , while the woman is fair-skinned and slender.

There is no doubt that the clothes of the two are very modern, and the photo is not yellowed, obviously this is a photo taken recently.

Xiao Lan took out the photo and wanted to check the back, but received a system prompt:

[On that day, my mother gave you her favorite brooch with her own hands, and you looked beautiful when you wore it and smiled at me]

[Trigger Story Mission: Missing Missing]

[Task description: Find the brooch]

[Quest Reward: Random Rare Item*1]

[Hint: The plot task cannot be given up, it plays a key role in the progress of the game, please treat it with caution]

Seeing the system prompt, Xiao Lan turned her gaze back to the front of the photo. The woman did indeed have a brooch on her chest. The style of the brooch is very old, but the workmanship is very beautiful, with a beauty that will not be washed out by the years.

The plot mission, it seems that they found something very important, but the mission didn't say who to give it to after finding the brooch, and don't know how to complete it.

He looked at the tall man in the photo, and thought of the man in black with a strong sense of oppression he saw when he got into the car. Could it be him?

But... Xiao Lan thought of that random rare item, and her heart became cold. After all, [Zhang Dong's autograph] is also a rare item.

He looked at this valuable wallet, and the guy who likes this release task can be more generous. But it doesn't seem to be of any use to people being generous. After all, the word random is too evil for African chiefs.

Anyway, let's find the brooch first.

At present, they still have to go back to the platform again, not only to find the brooch, but also to find more clues, allowing them to decide whether to choose the train, the platform, or neither.

Xiao Lan stood on the spot thinking about the current situation, Luo looked at him quietly, and did not say anything about Xiao Lan's thinking.

Suddenly, a harsh sound of nails scraping the glass came from the side.

The sound was very harsh, with a disturbing frequency, even the roar of the train could not be suppressed.

Xiao Lan turned to look and saw a pale, swollen, blood-stained hand scratching on the glass. This hand was very dirty, as if it had just picked up coal, with a lot of black stains.

After the screeching sound, the hand changed its way. It slapped the door, as if trying to enter the car from the outside.

The beating sound was stiff and slow, maintaining a rigid frequency.

As Xiao Lan and Xiao Lan’s eyes shifted to the direction where it was, the slap range of this hand was also changed from the door to the window, but no matter how many positions it appeared, it always kept the position above the elbow, never Other parts are exposed.

This thing is actually quite awkward, but it seems to be very weak.

Although this dungeon will attract danger if it doesn't say anything, it is impossible to guarantee that this thing will not attract the attention of other things if it keeps making such noise. For example, the danger of the death of the player on the ground, or the sense of threat that the tall man in black he had seen before, made Xiao Lan not want to confront him unless he had to.

It's always a hassle to let this hand go on like this.

Xiao Lan walked towards the position of this hand, and when he saw him approaching, this hand stopped touching the glass. Come and play with yourself.

He didn't even look at his stubby, puffy, and dirty appearance, which was not cute at all.

I saw Xiao Lan stepped forward with an expressionless face and stretched out his hand in the direction of the hand outside the window.

And then—— he raised his middle finger.

Maybe it was disturbed by this operation, and the movement of the hand outside the window slamming on the glass stopped.

Then Xiao Lan made a chopping gesture to the hand, and signaled to the other party: If you quarrel again, will kill you.

The hand obviously did not expect to receive such a reaction. When the player saw it, who would not back away in fear, or leave cautiously, who would dare to threaten him?

His hand suddenly slapped the window angrily, slamming the glass with a bang, as if to slap the glass through.

"Ha." Xiao Lan gave it a "you really don't know what's wrong" sneer.

Immediately, Xiao Lan grabbed the railing of the car, then pulled it down in front of the other party, twisted it into a twist in a few seconds, and threw it in front of the window.

Then, he pointed to the door of the train, made a "3" gesture, then squeezed his fist, and pointed to the metal twist on the ground.

The meaning is very clear: when the time comes to open the door, you are the next twist.

The hand slamming on the window froze, and it moved down and again, as if to compare the hardness of its own and the train railing, and finally - slipped.

Stop playing, stop playing, this person is so fierce...

Xiao Lan showed a satisfied smile.

Luo watched Xiao Lan continue to study the back of the photo in his hand. He always felt that his husband was becoming more and more proficient in threatening ghosts, and he had the aura of a human bully.

And he is the running dog behind the bully.

Hmm, it's pretty decent to think about.