Life Dungeon Game

Jin Ya, who was leaning against the wall, yawned and quickly sat up from under the bed.

Did the murderer look for me again when I went through the tunnel that time?

I put my hand under the doorknob and quickly turned it open; the flimsy cubicle door was pulled open hastily.

Through the car window lay an ancient city with a distinctly Western style. The car seemed to be traveling at the foot of a remote mountain, offering a panoramic view of the entire ancient city.

That city looks like a tourist attraction.

Unfortunately, Jin Ya never had the money to travel abroad again, nor did she ever learn about those things.

I do know the name of that place, Veronica, located in the Republic of Western Turks.

According to the information provided by Kong Qi, that car should have been there at that time.

"Wow, it's the city of princesses."

A gasp came from beside her, and Lin Chichi excitedly rushed out of the cubicle, looking at the ancient city through the window, "You'll only ever see that city on TV from now on!"

Kong Qi glanced at the city inside. It was well-built, very retro, and the inner city was also very beautiful, but it was obvious that very few places were too new or too clean.

Conclusion: A modern man-made tourist attraction.

I glanced to the right and saw Lin Chichi and Luo Luo come out. Then I glanced to the left and saw Yang De come out, also drawn to the city through the window.

If you ask whether it exists or not.

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As expected, and within reason.

At that moment, Jin Ya felt that some things that had been blocking her mind had been resolved.

Although no new doubts have arisen, I have already found the thread from the tangled mess.

I walked over and knocked on the door of cubicle number one, but there was no response.

At that moment, everyone's attention was drawn to me.

There is also no large space in front of compartment number one.

That leaves only one place.

I walked toward the food cart.

I overestimated myself. I'm not feeling well, and with my heart rate dropping... I won't make promises lightly anymore.

Chapter 410 The Footsteps of the End (Long Chapter, Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, and Request Monthly Subscriptions)

He walked quickly and entered the dining car in a very short time.

The once neatly arranged dining table was now scattered in disarray. Not far from the entrance, Ruoti lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, as if he had seen something extremely surprising before he died.

"what!"

Lin Chichi was the first to notice He Ao's actions and the first to follow. Standing beside He Ao, she saw the corpse on the ground and instinctively cried out.

Her gaze shifted slightly, glancing at He Ao's cheek.

Luo Luo followed closely behind, standing beside her, looking at the corpse on the ground with a somber expression.

He Ao's gaze quickly fell upon the blank paper strip mixed in with the dried bloodstains. The paper on the strip was not the paper from the notebook that Luo Luo had taken out before, but a new kind of paper that no one had ever shown before.

At this moment, Jin Ya also walked over. As everyone saw the corpse, the ground of the food truck rippled like water, and Ruo Ti's body slowly sank until it was completely submerged in the ground.

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

Unlike the passenger in compartment number five who died earlier, Ruoti had little interaction with them and left a bad impression; they didn't even know the passenger's name.

Although Ruoti didn't leave a good impression, people still had a relatively deep interaction with him in a short period of time and got to know him.

The impact of a familiar, close friend dying suddenly is different from that of a complete stranger dying suddenly.

Lin Chichi covered her mouth, trembling all over. You glanced at Jin Ya in horror, shrank back, and for a moment seemed to lose your voice.

Luo Luo looked up at Jin Ya's serious profile and was speechless for a moment.

Passenger number seven had a conflict with Zhong Yan, and then passenger number seven died.

Ruoti and Jin Ya had a conflict, and Ruoti even accused Jin Ya of being the murderer, but then Ruoti died.

While theoretically the real culprit would likely do something that would obviously reveal their identity, who knows if Kim Ah would do the opposite?

Hao Yi was stunned by the scene, then glanced at Jin Ya without saying a word.

Although everyone in the family thought it might be Zhong Yan, based on the current information, Jin Ya is the most likely 'culprit'.

Whether it was a killer's divisive tactic or not, I did indeed break the trust between people.

At this moment, Zhong Yan's cerebellum is working quite well.

In the seven hours since I passed through the tunnel, I have considered several possibilities, but none of them match the situation behind me.

I was not surprised, but I was surprised by the death of Jhotti, and by the manner of his death.

A variety of possible guesses flashed through my mind, and I had to revise my plan.

I spoke quickly and said in a heavy voice, "When we were going through the tunnel just now, about the first hour, you heard faint footsteps coming from inside the door. The footsteps came twice, and the time between the first and second footsteps was not long, but judging from the sound, they belonged to the same person."

That time, it was also in two languages.

"You also heard the first two kinds of footsteps, which were almost the same, but the rest were none."

Luo Luo spoke up.

By speaking now, you are demonstrating your stance and conforming to the dominant position established by Kim Ah.

A brief silence fell over the area outside the dining car.

After a while, Hao Yi spoke up hurriedly.

"The same goes for you. The first footsteps lingered behind your door for a long time, while the seventh footsteps were slow, more like the footsteps you heard later."

Hearing Hao Yi's voice, Luo Luo breathed a sigh of relief. Although you could understand what Hao Yi was saying, the fact that Hao Yi spoke up proved that Zhong Yan still supported Zhong Yan for the time being.

That means it was highly likely that Kim Ah would be voted out in that election.

In such a repressive environment, the further one goes, the stronger and more extreme one becomes, and the more rational one ends up doing the right thing.

This usually occurs when people possess the power to kill others.

No one voted in the next two rounds because there were no moral or psychological barriers to prevent it. As death draws closer, people's psychological defenses will become stronger.

Luo Luo turned her gaze to Lin Chichi, who had now shrunk between you and Hao Yi.

Lin Chichi glanced at Luo Luo, then at Jin Ya, and said urgently in a trembling voice, "You only heard two footsteps; I didn't hear anything else."

Then you swallowed hard and said slowly, your voice trembling, "I'm sorry, but you're a little upset. You want to be alone."

After saying that, you turned around and ran back to your compartment.

Luo Luo glanced at your retreating figure with some worry, sighed, and then looked in the direction where Ruoti's body had disappeared. "So, could the first footsteps have been Ruoti's? But how did I leave the cubicle?"

We've all tried it; the cubicle doors are open or closed.

"I know,"

Jin Ya walked to the place where Ruo Ti's body had disappeared. Qi Shang looked around and saw that Qi Zhou's dining table was clean. The steamer and milk cup left over from yesterday had disappeared.

The same thing happens afterward; the leftover tableware disappears naturally before passing through the tunnel.

Even if we know whether the chef cleaned it up or the car itself cleaned it up.

The note that Jin Ya just saw lying on the ground has also disappeared. Did that car leave me any evidence or clues?

But the note itself tells a lot. It's unlikely that such an ordinary note was something Ruoti took out and tore up for fun before he died.

Although the note itself had no writing on it, Zhong Yan's puppet clone, with its C-level physical attributes, could vaguely see some extremely subtle scratches that looked like words under the paper.

The other party must have used some kind of ability to make the ink disappear.

Although the characters are already unclear, judging from the traces, they seem to be Chinese script.

No one tricked Roti from outside the cubicle into the dining car, and the person who did was fluent in Chinese.

But how can Ruoti make the other party suspect him, and how can Ruoti lose the ability to leave the cubicle?

Zhong Yan recalled the faint white fabric she had seen in Ruo Ti's hand when she was about to leave the cubicle.

What is this?

Jin Ya could sense that her time was running out. She had to sort things out as quickly as possible and then make the arrangements during that free time.

"A glass of milk and a basket of soup dumplings."

Luo Luo gripped the bar counter with both hands, peeking out her head.

The bag was pointed towards the outside of the food counter.

Four hours have passed since Jin Ya took Luo Luo out to eat again, and even Luo Luo is no longer hungry.

After waiting a while, a basket of soup dumplings was placed under the food counter.

Jin Ya stared at your petite and adorable back. The moment the soup dumpling was slapped under the food counter, I felt something that had been blocking my mind was cleared up.

"Did you think of anything?"

A somewhat dazed voice came from in front of me.

Zhong Yan squatted down beside Jin Ya, also observing the marks on the ground.

“Yes,” Jin Ya nodded emphatically and said in Middle-earth, “My bar design is too low and too friendly to older children.”

Luo Luo, who was struggling to reach the food counter to grab the steamer basket of soup dumplings and pull them out, stopped what she was doing and turned around to glare fiercely at Jin Ya.

The previously tense atmosphere eased a little because of that joke.

Jin Ya glanced at the beautiful view through the window, then turned to Hao Yi, who looked completely bewildered, and smiled in Tia, saying,

"We've lost a clue, but there are still too many leads."

"everything will get better."

Hao Yi pondered for a moment, then said hastily.