Tan Wang seemed to react for a while before he opened his mouth: "But, I just...my bracelet is gone."

“Because in a dream.”

Shi Yu closed the lighter and said, "There were no signs of resistance on the bodies of the two players, and there were no used props dropped around them after they died. When suddenly trapped in danger, most people would subconsciously want to use props to escape - you are the same, right? But you are trapped in a dream, so what happens inside is naturally controlled by the ghost who pulled you into the dream."

"Not only that, although they all had expressions of fear on their faces when they died, their eyes were closed. I've thought before that if they were really attacked by ghosts and their spinal cords were severed, their organs would fail to function to that extent in a short period of time, and logically they should all die with their eyes open. But if they were attacked in their sleep and the damage was inflicted on their bodies, that makes sense."

Tan Wang stood up: "So what I just said was..."

"When I came over, I saw you sleeping on the chair with the ticket in your hand." Shi Yu saw that he had recovered enough and turned to walk out. "That shouldn't be your subjective will, right?"

Tan Wang recalled and shook his head: "I remember that I walked over here at that time. I was wondering how the male player died, so I sat on it subconsciously... and then I landed on the railroad track."

Thinking about it now, it's strange that he would sit on that death seat unconsciously at that time.

Shi Yu was not surprised: "The probability of ordinary players falling asleep at any time and anywhere in the game is very small. This is probably part of the ghost-killing player. Since it needs to kill people through dreams, it is normal for it to have the ability to induce people to fall asleep."

At this point, all passengers were asked to stay in their seats through the broadcast, while some of the train attendants ran to deal with the bloody scene, some continued to throw anything that could be thrown out of the car, and some were assigned to take charge of the passengers, with someone left in every car.

Most of the train attendants know each other, so it would be troublesome if they were exposed while role-playing, and hospital gowns are too eye-catching.

Shi Yu had already removed all the badges and tags that indicated the nature of his work clothes before the female player's body was discovered and he went to check it out, leaving only the long-sleeved shirt from the three-piece suit. The inferior cuff buttons were loose to begin with, and the grab just now directly tore them apart, leaving a piece of the snow-white clothes dangling from being grasped.

Tan Wang was still dressed as a train conductor. He was a little worried that he would be exposed in such an atmosphere where everyone was on edge, so he just followed him with his head down. When he passed by other staff on the train, no one questioned his identity as a train conductor.

He thought about it all the way and felt that it was because the big boss next to him had too much aura. In comparison, he was just like a little brother who happened to be chosen to serve in the car, so no one noticed anything wrong at all.

As the only legitimate passenger, Qiao Yan sat in seat 43 in car 5, near the back. He caught a glimpse of someone coming from the car behind him, stood up and walked to the aisle between the fifth and sixth cars: "...You said those two players died because of a dream?"

Tan Wang nodded and explained to them everything Shi Yu had told him: "It was the same thing with me just now. I thought I was going to die, but when I touched my pocket, I found only the train ticket. Suddenly I realized that the surroundings might be fake, and then I heard him calling my name, and I woke up immediately."

"Wait a minute," Ji Congyang came closer, "You found that there were only tickets inside, so you realized that the track was fake? How does that make sense?"

Tan Wang said "Oh", reached into his pocket, and took out a paper rose with a plastic cover: "Because I didn't touch this at the time."

Ji Congyang was amazed: "Did you fold it?"

Tan Wang: "The boss gave it to me, so I fixed it with props. Isn't it beautiful?"

It took Ji Congyang five full seconds to realize who the "big boss" he was referring to was. His eyes widened in shock: "Why would he give you a flower?!"

Even he didn’t have the roses that his idol folded himself!

It was obviously him who knew his idol first!!

Tan Wang blinked, looking a little innocent: "Maybe he thinks I'm pitiful?"

This is the truth.

Shi Yu gave him this paper flower because she saw him, a young boy who had just entered college, was worried and emitting negative energy because he couldn't find his sister. She just happened to have this thing on hand, so she gave it to him.

Ji Congyang didn't want to talk. He was a sour person, a really sour one.

The noise in the carriage continued until the evening. During the two hours or so of the journey, the train passed three more stations without stopping at any one.

The passengers had made enough noise, and now they were exhausted, and all surrendered to hunger. The aroma of food filled the carriage, and the bright lights in the rain only brought out the fatigue in people's hearts.

Tan Wang said as he tore the instant noodle box, "Come to think of it, what was the identity of the female player who died?"

Qiao Yan: "I found a train ticket in her coat pocket. It said the route was from Xingmang Station to Canglin Station."

Tan Wang held a fork in his mouth and asked in confusion, "Did she miss her stop?"

Qiao Yan: “…”

Tan looked at the other person's indescribable look and could only turn his head and say, "Boss?"

Shi Yu held a magazine in her hand that she had found from somewhere. "She is only one stop away. At the normal speed of the train, it will take less than two hours."

Tan Wang was stunned for a moment, then understood: "Just like the male player who bought a first-class ticket for only one stop, right? They don't care about money for the sake of a comfortable journey, so they are all assigned the status of nobles..."

He tore open the seasoning packet. "As a result, they were the first to be targeted by the ghost. They had no way to hide when the god of death came."

"They can hide." Shi Yu turned a page of the book. "They realize the danger and wake up, or someone nearby wakes them up."

Killing people in dreams is dangerous, but it is actually not that dangerous: after all, the player has to lie on the railway tracks immediately after the dream, so there is a long period of reaction time in between.

Even if other people are not like Tan Wang who just happened to find a paper flower missing from his pocket and realized that the environment might be fake, everyone does not have a bracelet in the dream. As long as you calm down and think about it, it is really easy to get out of trouble.

Unfortunately, most people will panic when they find that their bracelet is missing.

Tan Wang thought for a while and said, "But I still feel that the nobles are a bit pitiful. After all, they are the only ones targeted by the ghosts."

Shi Yu did not deny it: "So this group of theirs should have some kind of bonus, or other people will be negatively affected when facing them."

Tan Wang: "Benefit bonus?"

"It should be felt only when both parties are facing each other and using it." Shi Yu said, "Otherwise, this identity setting is meaningless."

Qiao Yan watched the two people talking and looked away.

Why did he almost never explain to Ji Congyang? It was because the other party's IQ really lowered the national average. Doing this kind of thing was time-consuming and laborious, and might not necessarily produce results - because the other party might not understand even if he explained it once.

In real life, if I explain a problem to my classmates over and over again and still can’t make them clear, I will feel frustrated. Moreover, the current environment where one could die at any time is prone to breed anxiety.

Therefore, Qiao Yan has always admired Shi Yu in this regard.

No matter whether the person around him is male or female, stranger or familiar, introvert or extrovert, smart or dull, whether he admires him or simply uses him or even wants to kill him... as long as someone asks, he will basically give the answer.

Even when Shi Yu was facing the half-new boy who wanted to curry favor with him in the first game called "White Deer", although he spoke harshly, people outside the camera could see that the information he knew at that time had actually been shared with everyone.

Obviously, he is not the kind of person who would do things without considering the consequences, but he does not seem to care at all whether others will eavesdrop on his work and stab him in the back.

Everyone can do a little bit of easy work, but who will do it to save all living beings? And who can save all living beings and still remain invincible on the altar?

No wonder Ji Congyang likes him so much.

In the evening, the train attendants relaxed their supervision of the passengers. At least they did not require everyone to stay in their seats unless necessary, and there were many people walking in the aisles.

Ji Congyang came over with a kettle and a fast food box in his hand: "Idol, what flavor do you want to eat?"

Shi Yu shook his head: "Don't worry about me."

"Why?"

"I don't want to eat."

Ji Congyang was shocked, so shocked that he dared to criticize his idol: "How can that be? Aren't you still in the hospital in real life? How can you be healthy if you don't eat well?"

Shi Yu glanced at him calmly.

Ji Congyang instantly became timid: "... Can't we discuss it?"

Shi Yu: “No.”

There are few intact organs in his body now, and he can only receive nutrient solution in the hospital. He has not forgotten that he had put on an additional buff of "frozen man" to ensure his safety in the game.

The body's functions had long ceased due to the low temperature, and it was impossible to eat.

※

"Is there really no other way?" asked the conductor.

The driver sat in the driver's seat and said bluntly: "Captain, if there were any other method, I would not suggest this one."

"Nonsense!" The conductor frowned, "You know this method is impossible!"

"I've calculated that there are thirteen bends left. The car's acceleration is much slower than before. As long as we drop about a hundred kilograms of weight before each turn, we can drive smoothly to the terminal."

"Where are the tools in the car? What about the movable tables and chairs? What about the stored food and water? Can't these be thrown away?!"

"All the serving utensils and kitchen utensils have been thrown away. Most of the seats are fixed and only the quilts and cushions can be moved. All the ingredients were used to make the last meal for everyone. There is nothing left. Even the tap water has been opened and drained." The driver looked at him, "If there were any other way, I would not suggest this one. Captain, I know you care about your passengers, and I do too, but now there is no other way. No one will blame you even if you do this. You are doing this to save more people!"

The conductor dug his fingers deep into his hair. "But how do you want me to tell them that someone has to jump off in order to keep the train moving?!"

“It doesn’t have to be a passenger.”

"What?"

"When you sent people to throw the goods into the last carriage, didn't someone catch a dozen poor people who evaded the fare? I remember that you ordered them to temporarily lock up those poor people in the staff room." The driver suggested, "The combined weight of those poor people should be quite heavy, right?"

The conductor's face was gloomy: "But they are also human beings after all."

"But they didn't buy tickets in the first place, so they shouldn't have been on the CK4685 carriage from the beginning." The driver said anxiously, "Why should we protect a group of low-lifes and put the safety of the passengers on the entire train at risk? Or even gamble with our own lives?!"

The air was quiet for a long time.

The driver raised his voice: "Captain! The next bend is coming soon!"

The conductor slowly closed his eyes: "But even if they really did... that wouldn't be enough."

The driver's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "At least if we throw those poor people down, we can successfully cross six or seven bends. We can think of a way to deal with the rest. Maybe we can find a way in these extra hours, or wait for rescue."

The conductor grabbed the intercom, let it go after a while, turned around and said, "Xiao Wen."

Duan Wenqing lowered his eyebrows and said in a submissive manner: "Yes."

The conductor sighed and said, "You go make the announcement this time."

"clear."