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The two continued forward in the train.

Although the carriages still looked empty, along the way, they occasionally witnessed things like handrails that would move and the sound of tapping on the glass; it was clear that they weren’t the only two in this space. dxGquc

After entering another carriage, a trail of bloody footprints appeared up ahead. The footprints were somewhat messy and led all the way into the next carriage.

Xiao Lan crouched down to examine them. The blood had congealed a little but still hadn’t thoroughly dried. It was clear that they were still fresh.

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Luo directed a small black shadow to cover some of the blood. After a while, Luo said, “It’s a man, about thirty years old. His physical constitution is also far above that of a regular person’s. This blood probably belongs to a player.”

“Let’s follow and see.” With that, Xiao Lan stood up and followed the blood trail. 4ddrMo

Following the blood, the two arrived at the final carriage.

When they reached the door of the carriage, the blood disappeared.

This carriage was completely different from the ones they had seen. From the materials to the design, the pure white colour, coupled with the metal seats and concise design, all revealed a modern feel.

Xiao Lan was very confident that this carriage hadn’t appeared before this.

This carriage was brand new, and there were traces of it being joined to the original carriage. It was probably a carriage that had been added on later. They hadn’t seen this sort of carriage from outside previously.

“Could it be that… we can only enter this place the second time we board the train?” Xiao Lan guessed. “Or maybe this change appeared based on the time? Or perhaps it’s… the train ticket?”

The reason for the change was unknown, but Xiao Lan soon had no time to think about the question anymore.

Because after they took a few more steps forward, a body appeared. aOJq1N

This was a man in his thirties. He was leaning against the doors as he sat on the floor. The joints of his limbs were twisted at an unnatural angle. His face was tilted upwards and had a bizarre smile on it that made one’s blood run cold.

He was wearing the most common clothes from the Advent World’s system store. His chest had been torn open and his stomach had already been hollowed out. His innards had disappeared without a trace, but there wasn’t any blood on the ground.

“Luo, does the blood from before belong to him?” Xiao Lan asked.

“Yes.” Luo nodded, confirming this conjecture. EiXzPj

Xiao Lan went over to examine this corpse and saw handprints on his joints. These handprints were of different sizes and overlapped each other; it looked like many people had acted together to snap his joints.

Furthermore, his lost organs weren’t in the vicinity; there were also no bloodstains on the ground.

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All player deaths were sudden, and no one could anticipate how they would finally end up dying, nor were they able to make their funeral arrangements in advance. In every game, every danger could be when their life ended. Being able to leave an intact corpse behind was already an extravagant hope.

Actually, no one knew how a player’s corpse was dealt with after the game ended. Xiao Lan also just used the best of his abilities and strength to leave the dead player some dignity as a human.

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Xiao Lan rummaged through his storage space and found a towel which Luo had prepared, and covered the other party’s face; consider this his final burial.

After moving the corpse, a square-shaped object dropped from the body. RomWel

Luo picked it up and wiped off the dust on the surface before passing it to Xiao Lan. “It’s a wallet, sir.”

Xiao Lan took it and carefully studied it. It was a pure black wallet. The texture felt extremely good and the design was also simple and in a low-key style. However, the careful workmanship and delicate and exquisite metal components proved that this wallet absolutely wasn’t cheap.

Unless a player had a special interest, they generally wouldn’t have wallets.

The reason was simple: money wasn’t required in the Advent World. Unless it had some special significance or was an item, most players wouldn’t carry this sort of useless thing into a game. ADkLb9

Xiao Lan looked at this wallet that should be considered a luxury good, then looked at the player who was wearing the most common clothing in the system. His clothes were all very ordinary, so much so that they felt slightly slovenly. This didn’t seem like something the man would own.

Then, was this obtained in this game?

Xiao Lan opened the wallet. There were several cards inside. Apart from that, there were only a few brand new bills and no small change. It was obvious at a glance that these had been put inside as a reserve. In the end, there had been no opportunity to take them out even after a long time. It was a typical, modern man’s wallet.

Something black tumbled out from the wallet with Xiao Lan’s actions. It was round and coin-shaped, with ‘13’ engraved on it. 5y2e1j

Xiao Lan asked Luo to take out the ticket which they had found for a comparison. Aside from the colour, this ticket was identical to the one they had found.

Xiao Lan frowned. “There are actually two types of tickets.”

This way, the sense of choosing one between two became even more obvious. It wasn’t just about choosing the train or platform, but also choosing between the black and white train ticket.

But which one was the correct choice? wtZq4E

Putting the train ticket aside, Xiao Lan continued inspecting the things inside the wallet.

The wallet had a photo on one side; it was of a man and woman.

They leaned into each other intimately, and were probably a couple or married. Their faces were fuzzy and indistinct, however, as if the image had been processed; it could only be seen that the man was very tall while the woman’s skin was fair and her build was slim.

Without a doubt, these two were dressed in very modern clothes. The photograph also hadn’t turned yellow yet, which indicated that this photo had been taken recently. KgqUb5

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

【 That day, my mom personally gave you her most beloved brooch. Your appearance when you wore it and smiled at me was very beautiful】

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【Triggered plot task: Longing for the Departed】

【Task description: Find the brooch】 rI5hgQ

【Task reward: Random rare item *1】

【Tip: Plot task cannot be given up and is crucial for game progression. Please treat it cautiously】

Seeing the system notification, Xiao Lan’s gaze returned to the front of the photograph. There was indeed a brooch on the woman’s chest. The brooch design was already very old, but the craftsmanship was extremely exquisite and had a beauty that wouldn’t fade with time.

Plot task ah – it seemed they had found a key item. However, the task didn’t say who they had to give the brooch to after finding it, nor in what way the task would be considered completed. tgRdsG

Xiao Lan looked at the very tall man in the photograph, then recalled that intensely oppressive man in black whom they had seen when they boarded the train. Could it be him?

However… when Xiao Lan thought of that random rare item, his heart turned cold. After all, 【Zhang Dong’s handwritten autograph】 was also a rare item ah. 

He looked at this valuable wallet, hoping that the fellow who issued this mission could be a little more generous. However, it was useless even if they were magnanimous. When all was said and done, the word ‘random’ was nothing but evil to an unlucky person.

In short, find the brooch first, talk later. JDukis

It looked like they still had to return to the platform once more, not just to find the brooch, but also to find more clues to enable them to judge whether to choose the train or the platform, or perhaps neither.

Xiao Lan stood in place and pondered the current situation. Luo quietly watched him from the side and didn’t make a sound to interrupt Xiao Lan’s musings.

Suddenly, an ear-piercing sound burst out, like fingers raking hard down glass.

That sound was incredibly ear-piercing and could agitate a person. Even the rumbling of the train couldn’t suppress it. mWrYce

Xiao Lan turned his head and saw a swollen, pallid and bloody hand scratching at the glass. This hand was very dirty and had a lot of black stains on it, as if it had just been collecting coal.

After the ear-piercing sound passed, this hand switched to smacking on the doors, as if wanting to enter the carriage from outside.

The smacking was stiff and slow, and maintained a mechanical tempo.

As Xiao Lan and Luo shifted their gazes to its location, this hand switched from slapping the doors to slapping the window. But regardless of however many locations it switched to, only the elbow and above were seen and no other parts were revealed. vP5VqT

This thing was surprisingly showy, but it looked really weak.

Although this instance wasn’t the kind where making a sound would attract danger, it was hard to say whether this thing would attract other things if it continued being this noisy. For example, the danger that had killed that player on the floor, or maybe the tall man in black whom they had seen. The threatening air that the man gave off made Xiao Lan not want to go up against him unless it was absolutely necessary.

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Indulging in this hand’s action would eventually bring them trouble.

Xiao Lan walked towards this hand. Seeing him approach, this hand also stopped slapping the glass and rested against the window, all docile. Its fingers gently rapped on the glass as if suggesting he come and play with it. PdDLoA

Look at how rough, short, bloated and dirty it was; it wasn’t cute at all.

The hand outside the window only saw Xiao Lan expressionlessly walk over and stretch out his hand in its direction.

Then — he stuck up his middle finger.

Maybe it was disturbed by Xiao Lan’s action, but the hand outside the window stilled. i1Zpz6

After that, Xiao Lan gave the hand a cutting gesture to indicate: If you keep being noisy, I’ll kill you.

The hand clearly didn’t expect to get such a response. When players saw it, which one of them didn’t back away in terror, or leave warily? Who would dare threaten it?

The hand instantly began slapping on the glass a little angrily, causing the window to continuously ring out with bangs as if it wanted to slap through the glass.

“Heh.” Xiao Lan gave it a ‘you really can’t recognise good intentions’ sneer. O64YFG

Immediately after that, Xiao Lan yanked on the handrail inside the train, directly pulling it down right in front of the hand. In a few short seconds, he twisted it into a pretzel and threw it at the window.

After that, he pointed at the train doors, held three fingers up, then curled his hand into a fist and pointed at the metal pretzel on the floor.

His meaning was very clear: When the door opens, you’ll be the next pretzel. 

The hand slapping on the window stiffened. It shifted downwards, then twisted, as if comparing how tough it was against the handrail. Then, it decisively — slunk off. 2Lxdsh

Don’t wanna play, don’t wanna play. This guy is really fierce sob…

Xiao Lan revealed a perfectly satisfied smile.

Luo watched as Xiao Lan went on to investigate the back of the photograph. He felt like his family’s sir was becoming increasingly skillful at threatening ghosts, and had the great aura of an evil mortal tyrant.

While he himself was the hunting dog behind the evil tyrant. BksGLA

Mn, it was a pretty good match.

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