infinite danger

Chapter 180

In addition to the head on the table, there are a few complete arms on the chair opposite the white-haired man. Like those heads, the fractures are neat and there is no blood, and they look like artificial limbs from a distance.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the white-haired man turned his head. This is a strange face, the eyeballs are gray close to white, and the color of eyebrows and lips is extremely light.

"This head looks really good, if it becomes mine..." The white-haired man looked into Ji Siwei's eyes and sighed with a smile: "It's a pity it's too small."

He shook his head regretfully, put down the wiped head, raised his hand, took off his own head and put it on the table.

After the head was separated from the body, the smile on the face did not decrease by half, and the eyeballs were still turning slightly.

The headless body picked up the wiped head and pressed it against the broken neck. The cuts were easily bonded together as if glued, and new skin grew.

Then, he put the head on the table and the arms on the chair back into the box one by one and locked them up.

He sat upright in a chair, looking like an ordinary person, as if the scene of changing his head was just an illusion.

At this time, the announcement of the arrival at the station sounded in the carriage.

The person who changed his head picked up the big box and walked slowly to the door.

After the train stopped, he got off, and before leaving, he stared at Ji Siwei several times, muttering: "It's a pity...it's a pity..."

There were so many passengers getting off at the third station that the carriage became empty in no time.

Outside the train, there was a thick fog.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ji Siwei felt that the visibility of the fog this time was lower than that of the last two stations.

There were many black shadows in the thick fog, and when I looked closely, it turned out to be some black raincoats floating in the air.

There is a thick layer of ice under the train.

The densely packed corpses with open eyes are frozen, and this picture is easily reminiscent of events such as ice burials.

The strong wind was howling outside the train, and the wind was covered with frost. Ji Siwei's clothes were thin, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his bare skin.

He rubbed his arms and was about to walk back.

The accident happened at this moment.

A hand that appeared out of nowhere pushed him hard, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell out of the train. As soon as his face was out of the door, he was numb by the cold wind, as if there were countless tiny ice skates on his face. Swipe up.

At the critical moment, he firmly grasped the railing next to the door and hung it outside the train.

The skin was freezing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Ji Siwei's eyelashes were covered with a layer of frost. The temperature outside the train was much lower than expected. Only four words came to his mind - extremely cold place.

In the harsh environment, he was somewhat unable to use his strength.

The blood mist was released spontaneously, covering his body and slowing down the speed of his body freezing.

"Huya!" The eight-tailed cat's tail began to extend, and it threw it out of the car, encircling Ji Siwei's body, and dragged him back into the car.

"It's so cold, so cold!" The eight-tailed cat's tail returned to its normal length, and it shook off the frost on it: "Huya, are you injured?"

Ji Siwei sat on the ground, rubbed his unconscious face, and said a little unclearly: "Starfish."

He had a hunch that if he fell out of the train just now, he would have no chance to get on the train again.

In other words, he will remain in the "extremely cold place" in his current form, and it will be difficult for him to return to the human world.

When a passenger got on the train carrying luggage, Ji Siwei got out of the way and patrolled the compartment vigilantly.

The guy who just pushed him has gone into hiding.

The drawer was not in this car, he didn't want to waste time here, so he went directly to the next car.

After the train started, Ji Siwei's body shrank again, but this time the speed of shrinking slowed down a little.

He tied the belt to the second hole made by the eight-tailed cat, and rolled up the sleeves of his trouser legs twice more, barely maintaining his demeanor.

The eight-tailed cat no longer dared to climb on his shoulders, for fear of bending his waist.

Like Ji Siwei, the passengers in carriage No. 5 were affected by the train and their physical condition became younger.

A girl sized up Ji Siwei, walked up to him and asked kindly, "Brother, are you looking for something?"

Car No. 5 is the car with the best atmosphere so far. There is no trace of malice on this girl.

No malice cannot be faked.

Seeing Ji Siwei hesitated, the girl smiled: "I am familiar with this car, it might help you."

Ji Simwei thought for a moment, decided to ask her, and said softly, "I'm looking for a special drawer with blood stains on it, have you seen it?"

The girl touched her cheek, thought about it for a while, then turned her head and asked the boy sitting next to her: "Do you have any impression?"

The boy scratched his fluffy curly hair, adjusted his glasses, and said with certainty, "I know where the drawer he mentioned is."

Ji Siwei: "Where is it?"

"In the cab, I just sneaked into it to play, and I was almost caught by the conductor!" The boy puffed his cheeks, and said in a low voice: "Behind the conductor's position, there is a very beautiful white cabinet, the second drawer There's a big pool of blood on it."

The girl asked: "Are you sure you read it right?"

The boy nodded: "I'm definitely not mistaken!"

"Thank you." Ji Siwei thanked, and prepared to go directly to the cab.

"Wait a minute, the train conductor is on guard now, it's dangerous for you to break in directly, I'll open the door for you." The girl stopped Ji Siwei, and raised her hand to touch the void.

A large circular hole appeared in the air, with a faint black air in its outline. Through the hole, one could see the furnishings of the driver's cab and the conspicuous white cabinet.

This is the girl's special ability, which can reverse the space and open a channel connecting two spaces.

The girl said silently: "Quick!"

Ji Siwei gave her a grateful glance, jumped into the hole with the eight-tailed cat and the puppet, and landed firmly on the ground.

Hearing the sound, the train conductor turned his head quickly, and when he saw Ji Siwei, his eyes widened: "Who are you?! Could it be you who sneaked in just now..."

Ji Siwei smiled at the conductor, and opened the blood-stained drawer.

……

There is no "bang bang bang bang" sound from the train running in my ears, nor the whispers of passengers talking in low voices, only the sound of waves beating against rocks.

A faint fishy smell lingered on the tip of his nose, Ji Siwei opened his eyes, and saw a gloomy sky, with black and thick clouds hovering under the sky, as if they were about to fall at any moment.

The wind lifted his forehead hair and long sleeves, he squinted his eyes, sat up on the ground, and looked around.

In front of him is a dense forest with colorful leaves, which are close to the color of autumn. In the distance is a round lighthouse. Ji Siwei is sitting on a rock, and one step back is the abyss of the raging sea.

A few seabirds skimmed across the sea and flew into the distance, but there was not a single ship on the sea.

He looked at his palm, still maintaining the shape of a young boy, with some black and gray powder on the side of his palm.

Looking down, it turned out that there was an open sketchbook and a few pencils next to it.

An unfinished painting was depicted in the sketchbook, it was the forest in front of him, with only a few strokes, but it was full of artistic conception.

"Meow~" The eight-tailed cat also woke up and rolled on the ground: "Huya, the storm is coming, we have to find a place to shelter from the rain."

Ji Siwei picked up the sketchbook and pen: "Let's go."

The puppet sat on Ji Siwei's shoulder and looked around curiously.

When passing by the grass, the eight-tailed cat jumped on it happily, teasing the little butterflies passing by.

Ji Siwei opened the sketchbook, and there were only three paintings in it.

In the corner of the unfinished forest, there is an ancient castle with a sense of age, and a piece of chaotic graffiti with a red crayon, which is too abstract to be considered a painting.

Ji Siwei turned back to the page of the castle: "This castle must be real, and it is probably the mission site."

Walk along the artificially trampled path on the grassland, enter the forest, and there is an asphalt road in front of you.

Not long after, there was the sound of a car driving ahead.

A black car pulled up around the corner and pulled up beside him.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man in a black suit came out and said with a smile, "Little guest, it's about to rain, I'm here to pick you up."

The man looks very gentlemanly and should be a key NPC.

Ji Siwei nodded politely: "Thank you."

The middle-aged man opened the car door for him and made a gesture of invitation: "This is my job, you're welcome."

About 10 minutes later, the car arrived at the destination. There were many more traces of artificial repairs here. Over the towering gray wall, you can see the tip of the building inside.

What puzzled Ji Siwei was that there was a power grid set up on the fence, so the security was so tight, what kind of place was this place?

The iron gate covered with dark green vines opened automatically, and the car drove into the yard.

Right in front of him stood an old castle, exactly as it was sketched in the sketchbook.

Majestic, silent.

On both sides of the courtyard, there are several old buildings, the style is not as strict as the castle, but relatively lively.

The car stopped in front of the castle, and a waiter in uniform stepped forward to open the door and said gently, "Little guest, please."

After Ji Siwei got off the car, the middle-aged man rolled down the window and told the waiter: "Take the little guest to change into comfortable clothes first, and then take him to the restaurant."

"Okay, Mr. Butler." The waiter bowed slightly, facing Ji Siwei: "Please follow me."

Stepping up the high stairs and entering the extremely luxurious hall, Ji Siwei followed the waiter through the long corridor to the dressing room.

There were very few people met along the way, and the castle was very quiet, Ji Siwei didn't know where it was for the time being.

The dressing room is very large, with gorgeous wallpapers on the walls, soft carpets on the floor, and the style of the wardrobe is very elegant, even the details are luxurious.

The waiter wiped Ji Siwei's hands with a handkerchief, took out a small suit from the closet, handed it to Ji Siwei, and said modestly and politely, "Little guest, I'll wait for you outside the door, call me if you need help."

After changing his clothes, Ji Siwei put on his tie in front of the mirror. Looking at himself in the mirror who was not even 12 years old, he felt a little desperate.

Before midnight, he never expected to encounter such an unimaginable thing.

He can't see the bright future, and he can't finish the tortuous road.

There is a beautiful wrought iron candlestick on the dining table, and the flickering candlelight makes the red roses in the vase dazzling.

There were several people sitting at the dining table, and after seeing Ji Siwei, they all showed surprise expressions.

"Where did the little lady come from?" The woman in a red dress rolled her eyes and said in a calm voice, "Is the NPC in this copy so cute?"

Ji Siwei pulled the chair, sat down, and said blankly: "I am a tasker."

The author has something to say: Siwei: I am too bitter

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