Chapter 193: Knife

Su Mian blinked doubtfully, "Why?"

Maybe she was really a bit drowsy; her voice sounded soft, making it seem non-threatening, so Wang Yan became even more resolute.

"Wait... wait until we get to the dining car, I'll still have to rely on you; what if I die..."

That was a blatant threat; this sentence clearly wasn't meant for Su Mian to hear, but for others.

If Wang Yan died here, the subsequent funding issues would cause major trouble.

No one knows where she put her money—whether cash, bank card, or mobile payment—and what the payment password is.

No one knows, and the simplest method is to have someone with no ability go in her place.

Anyone other than herself would be a relief, so those who think they're smart will all support Wang Yan at this moment.

As expected, the first to speak was Zhou Yunfeng.

"Yeah, the class monitor contributed too much; please help her..."

"Hmm... the class monitor told you to go, so just go; you're only helping him pick up something."

Wei Xiaowei, as Zhou Yunfeng's girlfriend, could only agree, and then looked at Su Mian with an apologetic expression.

Everyone's gaze fell on Su Mian; she snorted coldly inside and slowly stood up.

She half‑squatted to pick up the small train, but when she looked up, she saw Wang Yan with arms crossed under the red light, smugly pleased.

You could only be killed on the fourth day; what a pity.

Su Mian sighed regretfully in her heart, straightened up, and walked toward the little boy.

But the carriage's assessment is surely not that simple; as expected, as soon as Su Mian took a step forward, many "people" suddenly appeared on the adjacent seat.

She looked back; the players were gone, and the little boy ahead was also gone.

Those passengers' faces were all mosaics; she cautiously took a few steps, nothing happened, so she boldly began observing.

Four friends playing flight chess, a family of three cooking instant noodles, a sleeping old man snoring, an old lady knitting a sweater, and an uncle holding a child while listening to music.

Where did the child who just wanted the toy go? Could they be hiding among these passengers?

To verify her idea, Su Mian began observing how many children were in the carriage: three, one of whom was a little girl, which she disregarded.

Su Mian went to observe the child held by the uncle; he was shaking his leg while playing a game on his phone.

Seeing Su Mian approach, he pulled the lollipop from his mouth and handed it to her, saliva still dripping from the lollipop.

Su Mian didn't take it and turned to leave.

Not him.

This child, whether playing a game or handing over the lollipop, used the left hand—clearly left‑handed.

And the boy who just reached out for the toy used his right hand, so that leaves only one?

Is it really that simple?

Su Mian wasn't quite sure, so she observed another boy, part of a family of three, the child eating instant noodles with no other actions.

No, something's off; she shifted her gaze to the little girl, suddenly recalling something.

The next stop is called Sunshine Orphanage; the child might be an orphan, so this blatantly obvious family of three is clearly not.

More certain of her idea, Su Mian approached the little girl sitting alone, squatted down, and slapped the picture book from her hand onto the floor.

The little girl slowly lifted her head; her mosaic‑covered face stared at Su Mian, seemingly a bit angry, while Su Mian faintly curled the corner of her mouth.

"Sorry, big sister accidentally bumped into you."

Child: ……

Really just an accident.

But she couldn't say anything; she could only stand up, pick up the picture book, and return to her seat.

A flash of realization crossed Su Mian's eyes.

Inward eight.

Among the three children, only she was an orphan, and the traits matched; so she handed the toy to the child.

At that moment, Su Mian felt a huge bus driving straight toward her; she looked up, and outside the window, a train with a weird smile rushed straight at her.

Her heart sank; could she have guessed wrong?

If she was going to see it, she'd have to hit the carriage; Su Mian immediately crouched, using her hands to shield her head.

The sharp sound of metal rails scraping the carriage gathered in Su Mian's ears, almost bursting her eardrums, then instantly softened, finally becoming the sound of a door opening.

【Congratulations, passengers, for passing the first carriage's trial; the dining car and sleeping berth carriage have been unlocked; please proceed forward.】

Su Mian squatted on the ground, panting; those around saw the lights turn on and rushed forward.

Su Mian, are you okay?

You're awesome; we've cleared the level—hurry up and get up.

Mian Mian, why is your face so pale? What did you go through?

Su Mian shook her head, not wanting to talk to this bunch of players who pay lip service but oppose in secret.

Suddenly a frightened sound came from behind; everyone turned to see Ruan Ruan covering her mouth, her gaze fixed on a spot beneath a seat.

Whose… whose luggage box was opened.

It's opened, so what's the big deal?

Jiang Hong was so hungry he couldn't stand it and didn't want to deal with anything else, while Ye Shuheng stepped forward, turning his head to look at Jiang Hong.

Is this your chest?

Jiang Hong spread his hands, looking puzzled: 'I never opened this chest.'

Ruan Ruan: 'There's a knife inside.'

What?!

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone gathered around; they saw the green luggage box taken down from above, flung wide open, and there, atop the clothing, lay a knife.

Jiang Hong's face showed fear.

"No…… this, this is not my knife!"

"If it's not yours, why is it in your chest?"

"It must be someone who just took advantage of the darkness to rummage through my chest, right, that must be it, that person must be the murderer of this event, trying to frame me!"

He explained in a flustered, pale-faced manner, and nobody knew how much to believe; just as everyone fell silent, Ye Shuheng stood up.

"I believe him."

Having said that, he began to analyze, "The items in this suitcase are neatly arranged: one side holds clothes, zipped up; the other side holds toiletries and shoes, also bundled up."

"Only this knife is blatantly placed on top; it's obvious someone slipped it in, and fearing insufficient time, they just put it on the very top."

"Yeah…… this is too clumsy."

"Hiss…… that actually makes a lot of sense."

The wind shifted instantly; Jiang Hong looked gratefully at Ye Shuheng, almost tearing up, and he hurriedly flipped out the knife and closed the suitcase.

Su Mian narrowed her eyes, staring at the suitcase's interior until it was closed.

But she said nothing, rose on her own and headed for the dining car; Jiang Hong followed, and the rest of the people followed too, not wanting to fall behind.

The dining car's open kitchen was covered by metal plates, revealing only a dark opening for food service; the passageway was narrow, allowing only one person to pass.

The sleeper car's cabin doors were also opened; there were four rooms in total, all on the left side of the cabin, with windows on the right; outside remained pitch black, nothing visible.

"Let's order, I'm really hungry."