Survival game: My plug-ins can be superimposed

Wu Wei nodded silently and said no more.

Shaozi knew that Wu Wei must be in a complicated mood now, so he stopped talking and continued to eat his own noodles and drink his own wine.

Zhao Xun listened to the whole process and had a general understanding of the situation of the surviving volunteers on the Endless Train.

It can be summed up in one sentence.

The surviving volunteer in the first batch cannot be easily provoked, and the other two volunteers are of little use to them. One is unable to help, and the other is unwilling to help.

Therefore, all the plans that Wu Wei had discussed with the short-haired woman and Ajie had to be overturned and re-made.

It depends on whether these three volunteers can accept this cruel reality.

Zhao Xun was eating chicken legs and looking at Wu Wei with a calm expression.

It wasn't until everyone had finished eating that Wu Wei spoke again.

He reminded the whistle: "You haven't told me their names, carriage and box numbers."

The whistle showed an unexpected look: "I've said so, you still plan to find them?"

"I haven't thought it through yet, and I can't be the dictator of this matter alone," Wu Wei said truthfully, "So I'll ask for the information first and wait until I go back to discuss it with my companions."

"Okay." The whistle didn't waste any time, and readily told the information about the three volunteers, "The volunteer who boarded the Endless Train in August was a woman, nicknamed 'Silk Scarf,' and she always wore one Silk scarf, that’s what everyone calls her.”

"The guy who boarded the Endless Train in May was a very young guy who looked like he was still underage. He was nicknamed 'White Cat'. It is said that someone thought he was white and looked like a cat, so he gave him this nickname. , and this nickname has followed him ever since.”

"The first batch of surviving volunteers, everyone called him 'The God of Death'. I don't need to explain the reason, right? The number of volunteers he killed may be more than the number of volunteers who died in the survival game. , the title 'God of Death' is well deserved."

Wu Wei's brows were furrowed, and the expression on his face was very ugly.

Obviously, it was still difficult for him to accept the news of "Death" killing other volunteers again.

Especially when he heard "The number of volunteers he killed was more than the number of volunteers who died in the survival game", his heart trembled uncontrollably.

This contrast further shows the fact that the "God of Death" has become darker, and also reveals the cruelty of the "God of Death".

To put it another way, if the God of Death had not killed the volunteers, there would not have been only so many volunteers who could have survived.

This realization made Wu Wei feel more unspeakable anger.

The whistle didn't pay much attention to Wu Wei's emotional changes and continued: "The silk scarf lives in box 7 of carriage 1, the white cat lives in box 4 of carriage , and the god of death lives in carriage . I don't know exactly where. ”

Having said this, the whistle shrugged: "I haven't been to Car No. 1 for a long time. The people there are not easy to mess with, and it is difficult to get useful information. I am not willing to go there unless there are special circumstances."

"Okay, I understand." Wu Wei nodded to express his understanding.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly asked the whistle: "Can you describe to me the appearance of the surviving first batch of volunteers? Maybe I will know who he is."

He memorized the facial features and specialties of all the first batch of volunteers. Even if a year passed and even if the appearance changed, some features would not disappear easily.

He wanted to determine who was still alive.

Even if that person turns dark, even if that person is no longer a volunteer, even if that person becomes his enemy, he still wants to confirm who that person is.

"Okay," Whistle burped, and then spoke, "His hair reaches his shoulders and is usually tied into a ponytail. When he smiles, there is a pear dimple on the left cheek, but he doesn't like to smile, and he always looks at people. He has an expressionless look on his face. His skin is fair, a very healthy cold white skin, and he is naturally tanless. By the way, there is a small blue mole on the lobe of his right ear. The color is less common.”

After hearing the last sentence, Wu Wei's mind instantly flashed information about the other party.

Looking at the subtle changes in Wu Wei's expression, Zhao Xun knew that Wu Wei had determined who the surviving volunteer was.

But he didn't ask any more questions.

The whistle didn't have any idea. Seeing Wu Wei's expression changed slightly, he immediately asked: "Do you know who it is? What's his name?"

Before Wu Wei could speak, the whistle quickly waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it, you better not tell me, I still want to live a few more years."

Although he makes a living by selling information and usually likes to collect information from everywhere, he still knows very well what not to ask.

He sells information to improve his quality of life and survive on the endless train.

Therefore, when faced with someone who would kill someone if they disagreed, and the probability of him being killed by the other party was 90%, he would rather not have this news.

Life is at stake.

Wu Wei had no intention of saying anything, but seeing the whistle like this, he just kept silent.

"I've said everything that needs to be said. Our deal is finally done." The whistle stood up and stretched out his hand towards Wu Wei, "You are welcome to come to me to discuss business next time."

Wu Wei stood up and held the whistle's hand back, forcing a smile: "Thank you for the information."

The whistle waved his hand, turned and left.

Wu Wei sat in his position for a while, neither moving nor speaking.

Zhao Xun had already finished lunch, and seeing that Wu Wei didn't seem to be leaving for the time being, he prepared to leave first.

Just as he was about to stand up, Wu Wei suddenly spoke: "Ah Shui, what do you think I should do?"

There was some sadness in his tone.

"You have to discuss it with your teammates." Zhao Xun's tone was calm, "I'm not your teammate."

Wu Wei didn't care about Zhao Xun's indifference and just sighed.

He looked up at Zhao Xun and asked very seriously: "Although you are not my teammate, I would like to know your thoughts. What would you do if something like this happened to you?"

"It is difficult for this kind of thing to happen to me." Zhao Xun said truthfully, "I will not become a volunteer. This will eliminate all the troubles you are having now from the root."

Wu Wei: "..."

It makes sense and is completely irrefutable.

"You can't solve the problem if you continue to worry here. It's better to go back and explain the situation to your teammates as soon as possible." Zhao Xun stood up, "Anyway, I'm leaving first."

"I'll go back too." Wu Wei stood up immediately and returned to the box with Zhao Xun.

When Zhao Xun was lying in bed taking a nap, he heard the short-haired woman and Ajie uttering various modal particles.

He knew that he would definitely not be able to take a nap today.

But originally he just wanted to lie down and take a nap, so it didn't matter if he couldn't fall asleep.

Compared with Zhao Xun's peaceful life, the three volunteers' life can be described as ranging from "turbulent" to "gloomy and bleak".