Chapter 200: Accompanying

This night was extremely peaceful, of course only Su Mian felt that way, but another person who had lost Su Mian's help and could only go alone to take spirit photos regretted it immensely.

She hated herself for being momentarily impulsive and putting on that kind of face, which now makes it hard for her to ask Su Mian for help.

She could only go alone to the dark corridor; the moment she opened the door, the man standing at the doorway startled her.

"Zhou, Zhou Yunfeng, what are you doing here?"

Zhou Yunfeng smiled and said, "Didn't you hear about your task earlier today? You're so frightened, why don't I help you do it?"

Wei Xiaowei's face lit up with joy, she was about to agree, but then she remembered that she had also agreed too hastily on the first day, realizing many problems.

If she didn't complete the task, she would die; after yesterday's events, she no longer trusts anyone.

So she pretended to be afraid yet strong, and linked arms with Zhou Yunfeng.

"It's fine, I'm just a little scared; I can't let you bear all the pressure alone, just come with me."

Wei Xiaowei smiled shyly, "Thank you, Yunfeng."

Zhou Yunfeng's smile froze on his face, his tone lowered, and after a long silence he agreed to her.

The two linked arms and walked toward the next carriage.

"Wei Xiaowei is dead."

The first thing Su Mian heard after getting up was that; she was still holding her toothbrush cup, seeing everyone rush to the next carriage, so she walked over leisurely.

Half of Wei Xiaowei's body was still hanging from the train window.

That old-style green train window had at some point been yanked down hard, its metal frame tightly clamping her neck.

Her neck was deformed by the pressure.

Her throat bone was pushed to the side, flesh bulged beneath the metal edge, bluish-purple and dark red intertwined, and blood trickled down the window frame.

The people who had only eaten two meals in several days already felt sick in their stomachs, and now they felt nauseous to the extreme.

"Ugh... no, I really can't take it, I'm leaving first."

Ruan Ruan covered her mouth and rushed to the restroom; Wang Yan sighed.

"Looks like she died while doing the task; let's go, don't look anymore, or we won't be able to eat later."

Only four people remain; whether it's because the game's survival rate is low or this batch of people is just unlucky, we should notice something is off.

Moreover, Su Mian is the murderer, yet so many people died even before the murderer had killed anyone.

Furthermore, no one suspected her, so Su Mian seemed like a complete outsider, which is really strange.

She went to where Wei Xiaowei died; the neck there was crushed out of shape by gravity, she frowned, searched Wei Xiaowei's body, and felt her spirit communication phone.

Besides the photo of the child ghost taken the day before, the phone now had a burst of continuous shots; the screen was filled with tiny thumbnails arranged in a line, and when Su Mian swiped her fingertip, the image enlarged.

The first set of Wei Xiaowei's shots had a slightly tilted angle, as if she were walking while raising the phone; the frame showed nothing but an empty carriage and swaying handrails.

In the second set, the edge of the frame had a slight blurry shadow, as if the shutter hadn't fully focused; the angle pointed downward, as if she had seen something terrifying and instinctively lowered the phone to flee.

The third and fourth sets were very shaky, making it hard to see what was filmed; apparently she was fleeing.

The fifth set shows an open train window, like a bloody maw opening wide to swallow this person.

The whole process looks like Wei Xiaowei went alone to this carriage to perform the task, a sudden anomaly frightened her, and she ended up being crushed to death in the window.

The photos didn't capture any ghost, because Wei Xiaowei was very afraid.

Su Mian put the phone back in her pocket, but Zhou Yunfeng suddenly pulled her aside.

"This morning when I got up to go to the restroom, I saw Wang Yan walking back from the dining car area; I don't know what she was doing."

Su Mian raised her eyebrows, "What time?"

"Around six o'clock."

"I suspect she not only killed Jiang Hong but also Wei Xiaowei; when she saw me, she guiltily put something into her bag, and I definitely didn't missee it!"

Su Mian nodded, expressing no opinion.

Now the doubts are increasing; what has puzzled Su Mian most these days is whether, if some players were truly framed, there really is a mission, or if it's deliberate killing.

If the mission is killing, then what is the method for determining the murderer?

Heading to the newest carriage, besides Su Mian only three people remained.

Wang Yan, Zhou Yunfeng, Ruan Ruan.

Everyone sat silently, not intending to speak; Su Mian flipped through the photos boredly, waiting for the assessment of this carriage to begin.

Logically, train windows cannot be opened; the most plausible explanation is that they failed to complete the photography task and were ultimately punished by the system.

This is also the best explanation, so what else could be wrong?

She repeatedly examined the last set of continuous shots; only the last photo showed the window, with a tiny bit of clothing edge imprinted on it.

Just then, the lights suddenly went out.

"Attention passengers, attention passengers——"

"Please complete the hard-seat carriage trial to unlock the dining car and sleeper carriage."

【Next stop, Holy Island Weibens】

A chime of wind bells came through, and the broadcast sounded again.

"The plague brought by Weibens has spread among you; one player is already carrying the virus, please be wary of those around you, the plague host will transmit the virus in some way, when the countdown ends the newest plague host will die."

"Now, the countdown is ten minutes."

The lights didn't come on, and everyone was moving in the dark.

"You guys, where are you?"

Ruan Ruan mustered her courage and shouted, but no one dared to answer her; nobody wanted to reveal their position.

Su Mian sensed someone approaching her, and immediately walked toward the aisle; she couldn't be forced into a corner, or she'd have nowhere to escape.

That person suddenly lunged, pressing Su Mian down; a cold substance touched her head, the feeling was very familiar—it was the holy water used to test for the plague earlier.

【Ding-dong—you have been infected with the plague; please lift the golden bowl and apply the holy water to others' heads to spread the plague.】

Su Mian froze for a moment, then realized she had been infected.

She had no time to regret; chaotic footsteps and Breath sounds already reached her ears.

Everyone was groping, hiding, and chasing in this darkness.

She gripped the Golden Bowl in her hand, which still held more than half a bowl of Holy Water.

Su Mian didn't think about it; whoever bumped into her would be the next Lucky One, so she rushed forward into the Corridor, collided with someone's embrace, and directly smeared a handful of Holy Water, intending to wipe it onto that person's head.

As a result, her hand was seized, though not with much force, yet Su Mian couldn't move at all.

"My little Demon, is this how you treat your foster father?"

A whisper came from her ear, and Su Mian froze.

"What should I call you?"

"...... Bishop."

"Great."