Chapter 265 The Last Death (2) Becoming the Wife of the Eleventh King...
System: "The main quest has been released, please check the system panel."
[The Last Dead] Main quest: Survive for seven days and six nights to end the journey.
Note: Before the main quest is completed, some items and skills are disabled. Please check the system panel for details.
The players opened the system panel and saw that some items had a red [Disabled] stamp on their logos, including all types of teleportation items and flash items.
"The resurrection coins are disabled!" He Lun wailed.
Bai Jie's expression became even uglier: "My [Steal Everything] can no longer peek into the player forum, damn it. Fortunately, I can still steal other things."
"This instance is live-broadcasted throughout. If you can peek at the screen, you'll be invincible." Duan Song said, "The system definitely won't allow you to grasp all the movements of all the players."
In addition, each player's item column has three more [Lucky Amulets]
[Lucky Amulet] Item Description: People whose hands are stained with blood, will this blood remain in your heart?
: If you kill someone and are discovered by the train crew, you can use a lucky amulet to escape everyone's pursuit and suspicion.
Players don't know whether to be happy or worried. Maybe both.
The good news is that [Lucky Amulet] explains a problem. This dungeon restricts players from killing each other. If you kill someone, you will be targeted by the flight attendants.
What should be worrying is that the Black Tower game is not a game of house, and death is inevitable. The prohibition of killing between players indicates that this copy has other "rules" for killing. And these rules may be more terrible than the killing between players.
Except for the negative effect [Only Death], all other skills of Gao Mengtang are not disabled.
He got a general understanding of the train and met more than a dozen crew members along the way. When he first met the NPC, there was a circle of golden light shining on the NPC's body.
"All the NPCs in the dungeon are golden-bodied NPCs. Tsk, what a hassle." Duan Song muttered softly.
The golden NPC is immune to all attacks and negative effects from the player. If you kill someone and are discovered by the train conductor, and you don't have a lucky amulet, you can only let them do whatever they want.
Gao Mengtang was not very worried, as he didn't want to harm his own kind.
The train has 25 carriages, 18 passenger carriages, 2 dining cars, a kitchen, and a laundry room. There is a viewing and entertainment carriage at the end of the train, a bar carriage, and a cafe. Two passengers stay in a suite, a double bed room, and a separate bathroom.
The system did a good thing. Gao Mengtang and his teammates were assigned to carriage 6. Gao Mengtang was in compartment 02, and his roommate was Duan Song.
Box 03 is occupied by Shang Yu and Lin Li, Box 04 is occupied by He Lun and Bai Jie, and Box 05 is occupied by Gao Geng and Wei Xiangchen.
"Freesia must be in Box 01. I heard her crying." Gao Mengtang said as he pushed open the half-closed door of Box 01. Then he maintained the posture of pushing the door without moving.
Freesia was indeed in Box 01, but they didn't expect that Freesia's roommate was Xian Wang Eleven. He squatted in front of Freesia, coaxing her with a white rabbit plush toy, and ordered her softly not to cry.
"I think, with your intelligence, it is not difficult to learn to knock on the door." Seeing Gao Mengtang, the Eleventh King spoke in a soft voice.
Duan Song immediately rushed over and hugged Xiao Canglan in his arms, as if he was afraid that the Eleventh King would harm her.
"Everyone, if you are worried about me, you can take Xiao Canglan to other boxes." Xian Wang Eleven sat in a chair, crossed his legs, and said indifferently, "To be frank, I don't want to live with a crybaby."
Xiao Canglan cried even louder, and only when Gao Mengtang hugged her did she stop sobbing quietly.
"Take Freesia to my room." Gao Mengtang said, and left with his teammates.
After they left, Xian Wang 11 took out a collection of poems and lit a cigarette. He had just read two lines when the door was pushed open again, and the person who came in was Gao Mengtang again.
"There was no etiquette guidance during the reign of the Twelfth Wise King?" asked the Eleventh Wise King without raising his head.
Then there was the sound of someone packing up. The Eleventh Prince leaned over to take a look and saw Gao Mengtang packing up in the bathroom. He took out shampoo, conditioner, facial mask and a bunch of bottles and jars from the bubbles and placed them in the mirror cabinet.
"What are you doing?" The Eleventh Wise King had a bad feeling.
"I'm going to switch rooms with Freesia," Gao Mengtang threw a light yellow floral pillow and a handheld game console onto the bed, crossed his arms over his chest and sat on the soft double bed, "Now, your roommate is me."
With a snap, the Eleventh Wise King closed the book: "I disagree."
Gao Mengtang: "Then you can ask the conductor to mediate the conflict."
When inspecting the train just now, Gao Mengtang had already discovered that the NPCs in this copy were not smart enough. They would only respond to words like "Give me a cup of coffee" and "I want pasta".
Ask them more complex questions, such as whether three people can sleep in one room, and they will just repeat like an artificial idiot: Sorry, I may not understand your question.
It is really difficult for NPCs to mediate conflicts in the room.
In addition, there is a red warning sticker on the entrance door of each carriage: To ensure your personal safety, please try to return to the carriage to which your ticket belongs from 2:00 to 6:00 every day. Thank you for your understanding.
Although we don’t know what will happen during the period from 2:00 to 6:00, one thing is certain: changing rooms across carriages will definitely be harmful to personal safety.
The Eleventh Wise King put away the book, picked up the ticket, and stood up to leave.
"Do you want to exchange rooms with others?" Gao Mengtang asked with concern. "In this carriage, there are 10 passengers, and except for you, they are all my teammates. If I don't agree, no one will exchange rooms with you."
The thin white figure stood still, and after a few seconds, he sat back in the original chair.
"I can endure the Supreme Order for 500 years, so how difficult is it for me to endure you for seven days?" The Eleventh Wise King continued reading and casually flicked the ash onto the ground, which the black clay puppet caught with his hands.
For a while, neither of them spoke. Gao Mengtang was playing the farming game, while Xian Wang Eleven was reading a book.
"I ruined your plan, aren't you anxious?" Gao Mengtang asked.
The Eleventh Wise King ignored him.
"You can't kill anyone on this train." Gao Mengtang said again.
“…”
"You don't have the power to control the barrier. You must have put a lot of effort into slowing down the flow of time in the Hibiscus Monastery." Gao Mengtang clicked the handle. "What a pity, you failed at the last moment."
The sound of the Eleventh Prince flipping through the book became louder, but he still said nothing. After playing for a while, Gao Mengtang's vision gradually blurred and he was sleepy. He had been working non-stop for 48 hours and should have rested long ago.
Under the disapproving gaze of the Eleventh Wise King, he changed the white bed sheet into a light blue patchwork one, crawled into the quilt and went to sleep.
When he woke up, it was already 1 o'clock in the afternoon. He heard the sound of Xian Wang Eleven packing up his things, followed by the sound of the sliding door sliding open.
"Where are you going?" Gao Mengtang yawned.
The Eleventh Wise King still ignored him. At this time, the black mud filled the doorway, blocking his way.
Gao Mengtang asked again: "Where are you going?"
"What else can you do besides lunch?" said the Eleventh Wise King unhappily.
"I'll go too." Gao Mengtang immediately got out of bed, called Duan Song and He Lun, and went to the dining car together.
Car 07 is the dining car, which provides a lunch buffet from 12 noon to 2 pm.
There is a rich variety of food, including greasy grilled sausages, half-cooked grilled salmon, crispy tempura, ramen with clear soup, steak sizzling on the iron plate, sashimi buried in ice, and a whole piece of ham.
As soon as they entered the door, they could smell the delicious aroma. Duan Song and He Lun wanted to have a little bit of everything, while Xian Wang Shiyi only took a bowl of ramen and sat in the seat farthest from them.
"Brother, does your roommate bully you?" He Lun asked in a low voice.
Gao Mengtang: "How could that be? You can't kill people on a train. I can't see. Can you give me some salad? No salad dressing."
Duan Song came back with a plate of very few stir-fried vegetables. "There is no salad here. To be exact, there is not even a single vegetarian dish."
Gao Mengtang: “Eh?”
"I asked the NPC where they provide vegetarian food, and they said that this is a high-end train, with unlimited meat, and there is no special vegetarian restaurant." Duan Song put down the stir-fried vegetables, "Senior, can you eat this? There is also wild vegetable tempura."
Gao Mengtang knew it was a dish cooked with lard as soon as he smelled it. Not only was he a vegetarian, he also didn't eat spicy food, desserts, or foods high in oil or salt. In other words, the only foods that suited him were vegetable salads, boiled vegetables, and grilled vegetables without any seasoning.
"I can't eat the food here." Gao Mengtang was unhappy. Fortunately, he had stocked up a lot of fruits and vegetables in the bubble. While Duan Song and He Lun were feasting on them, he was chewing on a sweet apple.
The aroma of meat only made Gao Mengtang feel nauseous. He could not eat any more after eating half of the apple. He sipped ice water through the straw. Duan Song and He Lun excitedly talked about the scenery along the way.
The sightseeing train does not go very fast and its windows are bigger than those of a TV. When you turn your head, the picturesque scenery comes into view.
"I saw a python this thick!" He Lun put his hands together into a circle, "Wow! So cool!"
Duan Song also said: "It is indeed a species-rich continent. I even saw a big chimpanzee!"
The three of them talked with great interest, and the meal lasted longer. The Eleventh King had already returned to the box, and He Lun was clamoring for a piece of cake.
The cake was coated with a thick layer of cream and was extremely soft. He Lun took a bite of most of it. Duan Song then asked, "Let's go drink together tonight? There's a bar here."
Gao Mengtang: "Okay, okay!"
"He Lun, what about you?" Duan Song burped and turned around to see He Lun with his mouth tightly closed, his cheeks bulging with food, and his face flushed red.
"What's wrong?" Duan Song's voice suddenly became extremely serious. Gao Mengtang realized that the situation was not good and quickly ate a blueberry to protect his eyes.
He Lun pulled at his mouth with both hands, his eyes were anxious, and his face had turned purple. No matter how hard he pulled, his two lips were always stuck together, as if they were glued together.
This food is not right! Gao Mengtang couldn't pry open He Lun's lips, and at this time, He Lun was already twitching due to lack of oxygen. The other players saw this scene and turned pale with fear.
"Li Xing'er." Gao Mengtang summoned Xinglin Poison Hand, "Hurry up and perform surgery on him. Open his trachea."
Li Xing'er slashed several times, accurately cutting open the trachea at He Lun's throat. He Lun's body trembled violently, and air rushed into the cut trachea. His face, which had turned purple, gradually returned to normal color.
"His airway is blocked by something." Li Xing'er used a small mirror to look at the object. "I need to take some time to remove the blockage."
20 minutes later, Li Xing'er pulled out a long piece of white gelatinous substance from the trachea, which looked like solidified glue. She carefully cut open the adhesion of He Lun's lips and took out the blockage in his mouth, which was also a piece of solidified glue.
As she poured the healing potion on Helen, a round-faced player approached cautiously, "What happened? Did the Broken Wing Knight drink super glue?"
Gao Mengtang: "No, he was just eating a small cake."
The round-faced player's expression changed. Was there something wrong with the food on the train? He had also eaten a lot of desserts and hadn't encountered anything unusual.
"The cake turned into glue in my mouth!" He Lun coughed violently, his lips still oozing blood. "Brother, luckily you reacted quickly, otherwise I would have been suffocated to death!"
The NPC attendant noticed the players' abnormality, but pretended not to notice it, concentrating on wiping cups and clearing tableware. After witnessing this strange incident, the other players lost their mood to eat and quickly left the dining car.
Gao Mengtang helped He Lun back to the room to rest. His eye-protecting blueberry still had some time left, so he thought about it and decided to go check on the situation of the Wise King Eleven first.
The Eleventh Wise King was still sitting in that chair, reading that collection of poems. Gao Mengtang pondered for a moment: "There seems to be something wrong with the food in the dining car. Just now, He Lun..."
With a swish, a page of the book was turned. The Eleventh Wise King did not react at all and did not even look at him, as if Gao Mengtang was just a piece of wallpaper.
Gao Mengtang didn't want to make himself look bad. He crawled into bed, listened to a horror novel with one earphone, and listened to the movements of the Wise King Eleven with the other ear.
After lunch, Xian Wang Eleven spent the whole afternoon reading in his room. Occasionally, he could hear the sound of a lighter, followed by the aroma of tobacco.
In the hazy vision, a ball of light lit up, it was already six o'clock in the evening. Xian Wang Eleven went out for dinner, Gao Mengtang and his teammates also came to the dining car.
After what happened at noon, they ate every bite of food with fear. They didn’t dare touch the food on the train and ate the cup noodles that Gao Mengtang took out from the bubbles.
"Actually, I think the food is fine." Duan Song lowered his voice, "Wise King Eleven must know the 'certain rules' of this instance. Look at him, he's eating just fine."
He Lun also lowered his voice: "I agree. But why did the cake I ate at noon turn into glue?"
"Not sure." Bai Jie whispered, "Boss, you live in the same room with Xian Wang Eleven. Did you find any copy information? What was he doing this day?"
Gao Mengtang: "Reading."
"Ah?" Duan Song was shocked. "Can the genes of a top student be inherited across souls?"
Shang Yu asked: "Could the book he is reading be related to the copy? What is the title of the book?"
"I would venture to guess that the book he was reading was not closely related to the copy," Gao Mengtang said calmly, "Shakespeare's Sonnets."
While they were talking, the Eleventh Wise King finished his dinner, walked past their table and went straight back to carriage six.
Gao Mengtang added: "But I think it's right to follow the eleventh virtuous king. We should try to stay in the box."
"What are you doing in the room, reading?" Duan Song wailed, "Aren't the ways to use books supposed to be to open them before the exam and throw them in the trash after? I want to go to the bar tonight."
He Lun agreed with this. He had completely forgotten the thrilling incident at noon. "Reading will reduce my mental strength faster. In comparison, it's much safer to go to the bar and have fun all night. Brother, come and play with us."
"Well, let me think about it." Gao Mengtang said thoughtfully.
The Eleventh Wise King knew the rules of this dungeon, and he stayed in the room to kill time. But Gao Mengtang and the others knew nothing about the dungeon. If they also stayed there, what was the difference between that and waiting to die?
Thinking of this, Gao Mengtang immediately said, "I'll go to the bar with you guys."
Gao Mengtang was much happier after leaving the virtuous king who treated him like air. In order to match the elegant style of Edward's Royal Train, the bar was not particularly noisy, the music was soothing and melodious, the players danced to the melody, and the NPCs also performed for them.
The round-faced player was drunk and insisted on toasting Gao Mengtang. Gao Mengtang drank the ice water in one gulp, and he drank the vodka in one gulp, choking and coughing.
The train crew formed a band and played music with violin, flute and accordion. Wei Xiangchen was so moved that his eyes filled with tears and he kept saying, "I miss the music from five hundred years ago so much."
They played until the early hours of the morning and nothing unexpected happened.
He Lun drank a little too much and staggered as he walked. He accidentally bumped into a steward who was cleaning up the performance. His alto flute fell to the ground. He Lun quickly picked it up and returned it to him: "Sorry, please check if the flute is broken."
The flight attendant didn't even answer the flute, and turned away without saying a word. At this time, Bai Jie took a deep breath.
The party was over, the carriage was very quiet, and the night outside the window was dark. Bai Jie's horrified reaction attracted the attention of many players, who sat on high stools next to the bar, holding their wine glasses, their eyes not very clear after being slightly drunk.
In an instant, the conversation and laughter disappeared, leaving only Bai Jie's trembling voice: "Gang, that person just now was Shen Buming. But he didn't get on the train, he's already dead!"
There were cries of surprise in the bar. Gao Mengtang spoke before the situation became more chaotic: "Don't be nervous. The Hibiscus Monastery can allow the dead to exist as tangible souls. This train is likely to be similar. The dead will reappear..."
"Then should we... run?" The round-faced player's voice trembled with fear. He twisted his fat body unsteadily on the high chair, causing the chair to squeak under his pressure.
The NPCs had already left, and only the players who had not yet left were left in the bar. Gao Mengtang jumped off the stool and said, "Let's go back to the room as soon as possible. I think the room is safe."
Before he could finish his words, he was drowned in a burst of exclamations. Gao Mengtang turned his head and saw...
A wooden stick was inserted into the round-faced player's anus and came out from the side of his neck. He died with his eyes wide open.
The people sitting at the bar were so frightened that they sat on the high stools, staring at the round-faced player's body in surprise, as if they didn't understand how he died. Then, the chairs under their buttocks disappeared out of thin air, and the tragedy happened again -
Without the support of the chair surface, the players fell straight down, and the stool legs pierced them directly.
I don't know who shouted "Run" first, and everyone pushed and shoved each other and ran out. Duan Song picked up Gao Mengtang and rushed to his bedroom, panting heavily.
Five minutes later, Gao Mengtang estimated that their mood had calmed down, and asked carefully: "Bai Jie, are you sure that person is Shen Buming?"
"I'm sure! It was definitely Shen Buming!" Bai Jie said loudly, "I saw with my own eyes that he was thrown onto the platform, and the fog swallowed him up. He was burned to death! How did he become a conductor?"
"The stool seat suddenly disappeared. It must be him who did it. He wanted to kill the living players!" He Lun said indignantly. "That piece of cake might have been tampered with by him too!"
Gao Mengtang remained silent as he listened to their discussion.
Gao Mengtang had observed the single-legged high stool in front of the bar. The legs were relatively thick. Even if the stool surface disappeared and someone fell off, the sharpness of the legs was definitely not enough to penetrate a human body.
After the stool surface disappeared, those people were stabbed through, which means one thing: the stool legs have also changed.
Combined with what He Lun experienced at noon: an ordinary cake turned into glue when it entered his mouth.
The way people are killed on the train seems to be to make ordinary objects become harmful.
This is very troublesome. Even if they are chased by the dead, they can just find a way to escape. But everything around them may suddenly become abnormal and kill them. What else can the players do?
You can't just leave your feet off the ground and float in the air for seven days.
"Let's keep an eye on Shen Buming tomorrow," Bai Jie said. "When we meet him, we'll ask him what he wants to do."
At about 1:00 a.m., Gao Mengtang returned to Room 01 after the discussion. The 11th Prince was still awake. He had finished reading Shakespeare's Sonnets and started reading A Dream of Red Mansions.
"Good evening." Gao Mengtang said.
Wise King Eleven: "..."
Gao Mengtang was a little unhappy. He quickly washed up, got into bed, and vowed never to talk to the Eleventh Prince again.
10 minutes later.
"Tell me about the other world," Gao Mengtang whispered, "tell me how bad the Supreme Order is."
The Eleventh Wise King hated the Supreme Order. They were both victims and should have had a lot in common, but the Eleventh Wise King said nothing and concentrated on reading A Dream of Red Mansions.
The Supreme Order couldn't get the 11th Sage King to talk, so Gao Mengtang gave up completely. It was the first time that Gao Mengtang was disliked to this extent by someone. He fell asleep in a daze, and when he opened his eyes again, in his hazy vision, the 11th Sage King's reading light was still on, and the sound of him turning the pages of the book was relatively light.
Gao Mengtang heard heavy footsteps mixed with the sound of metal hitting metal.
Who in the box was not sleeping late at night, making noise and disturbing his sleep. Gao Mengtang turned over, wrapped the quilt around himself, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
No, the noise is not coming from next door, but from above!
Gao Mengtang sat up suddenly and stared at the ceiling. Someone was walking on the roof of the train, and the heavy footsteps made the chandelier sway slightly.
The train is still moving. Who is walking around on the roof?
There was a "dong dong dong" sound of knocking on the glass, and the Xian Wang Eleven, who was reading a book by the window, was startled. He opened the curtains and saw Duan Song's face pressed against the glass, shouting something at them.
The Eleventh Wise King opened the window and said, "How creative! Is this how humans behave?"
"Senior, come up with me quickly!" Duan Song stretched out a hand towards him, "There is something on the top of the train."
Gao Mengtang grabbed his hand and was carried out of the window by him. Duan Song took him and jumped over, landing steadily on the top of the train.
The car was not going fast, but it was shaking obviously. Gao Mengtang stood firmer and looked up. It turned out to be the round-faced player!
His body was still penetrated by the legs of the high stool. Every time he took a step, the legs of the stool stuck in his body hit the roof of the train. This was actually the source of the metal-on-metal sound Gao Mengtang heard.
"Save me..." the round-faced player cried, "It hurts so much, save me..."
Gao Mengtang calmed down and asked, "Are you dead?"
"It hurts so much, it hurts so much, please help me pull it out, I beg you." The round-faced player kept saying, he tilted his head and the stool leg pierced his neck.
He was covered in blood and still wearing the funny tuxedo with bow tie he had worn to the bar. The tuxedo was too tight, making him look even fatter.
Duan Song kicked him away, holding Gao Mengtang, climbed over the window of compartment 02, returned to the truck, and dragged him all the way to the first compartment, the kitchen.
The bodies of the players were piled up there. The round-faced players' bodies had corpse spots on them and were smelling a bit.
"Senior, you guessed correctly. The dead will become ghosts with entities." Duan Song said, taking out an exquisite card, "And I found this on the round-faced player."
The card had a watermark of the Black Tower, and on the front were written five large characters in dark red ink: You are dead.
Turning to the back, in small black letters it reads: You can choose to log out of your copy, or stay in Edward's Royal Train as long as possible.
Tip 1: After logging out of the dungeon, you will lose your identity card, the power you gained from the Black Tower game, and the memories related to the Black Tower.
Tip 2: For your ghost body's safety, if you choose to stay on the Edward Royal Train, you should try to hide the fact that you are dead. After the journey, the dead will be resurrected after passing the test.
Gao Mengtang sighed: "Things have become more complicated. We must not only be careful about the objects around us, but also be careful about whether there are living people around us."
"I'm very sorry, traveler." An NPC walked up to Duan Song at some point and said respectfully, "Can you come with me?"
Duan Song: "What?"
"Well," the man bowed, "we saw you kill a passenger. You may be under investigation."
The two were stunned, but the NPC still bowed mechanically: "You kicked a passenger off the roof three minutes ago. The train maintenance staff saw it. We are very sorry to disturb you. If you cooperate with our work, we will be very grateful."
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