I'm just a little mouse after all [Comprehensive British and American]

After Tom proposed to rest on the spot, he took Jie Jie to explore the way and make sure what was in the surrounding compartments.

The female doctor had no objection, she curled up in a corner and fell asleep in a daze.The grandparents and grandchildren were very quiet the whole time, and they seemed to know that they were a burden to the team and never made any remarks.

Only the black boxing coach reacted more strongly. Holding the mineral water bottle in his hand, he said vigilantly, "You won't be allowed to take this bottle of water out."

Tom nodded in understanding.

"There is still a gun." The coach stretched out his hand and said, "The gun is the only weapon here. We have a lot of people here, so we need to use it for self-defense."

Tom looked at the others, and although they didn't speak, Tom also read the meaning in their eyes.

Without saying anything, he handed the gun to the only woman here.

The female doctor took the pistol/gun and studied it, showing a soft smile.

Jerry followed Tom away quietly. They went through several small doors and walked through several empty compartments.While remembering the route in his mind, Jerry looked at the surrounding environment.

After a few minutes, Tom stopped.

In the darkness, Jerry didn't have time to stop and bumped into Tom's back.

He hadn't stabilized yet, when Tom suddenly turned around and hugged him tightly.Kissing his lips eagerly, even her originally steady breathing became heavy.

"You really worry me to death." He murmured in a low voice: "I woke up and found myself in a strange place, and you were not around. I don't even know whether I should be lucky or not."

After being kissed by Tom, Jerry's nervous mood instantly relaxed.

He felt that the atmosphere was a bit stalemate, and he grinned and joked: "Some time ago, I complained that life was too boring, but now it's okay, we can take risks together again."

Then with the faint light of the oil lamp, Jerry saw a gentle smile on Tom's face.

After a brief tenderness, Jerry tugged at his collar and asked curiously, "Why do you want to hide our relationship?"

"The situation of the team is more complicated than what you see." Tom didn't answer Jerry's question directly. He said solemnly: "When I met them, these people were a small team. Coach Gu said that he was the last One joined the team, I don't know if it's true or not. But I smelled blood on the female doctor and the grandparents."

He showed off and pointed to his nose, "Although I have become a human, my nose is still more sensitive than ordinary people."

"I also encountered a corpse on the way here." Jerry said.

"You said it, but they didn't. I asked them if they encountered anything on the way, and they said nothing." Tom pondered: "I don't know why they want to hide it, even if they are honest enough, this team It won't last long either."

Jerry agreed: "It's too depressing here."

"No, no, it's not just this problem." Tom pointed to the roof and said, "Didn't you notice that the height has been decreasing, it's very subtle, but it is indeed decreasing a little bit."

Jerry looked up, then turned to look at the small window not far away.

Tom knelt down and motioned Jerry to bend down and look at the small window below.

"This kind of subtle change is not obvious. What is also getting smaller is the overall size of the room. In order to save resources, the team is the only one carrying an oil lamp. I can notice the change in room size better than you. And you didn't notice , is it getting harder and harder for the coach to get through the wicket?"

Jerry stared blankly at the small door not far away, "So it is impossible for us to climb to the end? Then how did we get in? There must be an entrance and exit here. Could it be that we are looking in the wrong direction? "

"Very likely, but then we face another question, which direction should we go now."

Tom looked around the dim compartment, tugging at his collar irritably.

"Did you get any information along the way?" Jerry asked.

"I just kept drilling straight ahead, and along the way, I encountered these people, and a corpse, and then saw a pistol/gun near the corpse."

"It can't be that there are only these things. The people who caught us put in so much effort just to watch us drill holes for fun." Jerry looked at the monitor on the roof and said, "Every compartment has this something?"

"It should be." Tom squinted his eyes and looked carefully, "It's still working, I don't know if there is someone guarding it over there."

Jerry was suddenly a little discouraged, he didn't know how to escape.

But he vaguely felt that they must have overlooked some important clues.

"Do you remember any clues on the body you came across?" Jerry asked.

"He was wearing a police uniform. He was a police officer in Los Angeles," Tom recalled. "His name was written on the ID. It seemed to be Scott Rosa."

"The corpse I met was a child star agent, her name is Lilith Johnson." Jerry took out his business card, "I don't have anything on me that can prove my identity, what about you?"

"Me neither." Tom was still recalling these two names, and he said with a strange expression: "No, although Lilith Johnson's name has some impressions, but I just saw it on the Internet. I can't think of those two names at all. What does the dead body have to do with us?"

Jerry suddenly thought of a question, "When you introduced those people to me, why didn't you mention their full names?"

"They hide it, and they can't say that. Half the people in the United States are named Smith, and the other half are named Johnson. The female doctor is Joan Smith, and the coach is Bob Johnson. The grandparents are called David. Smith, little James Smith." Tom shrugged: "I don't know if they said their real names."

Jerry held his forehead helplessly. Just as he was about to say something, a woman's scream suddenly came from another compartment.

She looked over suddenly, it was the direction they came from.

Tom slipped through the wicket at once, followed by Jerry.

When they rushed over, the coach was hitting the female doctor on the ground, and the pistol/gun rolled to the side.The little boy tremblingly picked up the pistol/gun, crying in fright.

Tom ran over to hug the coach, and Jerry took the opportunity to drag the female doctor away.

"What's going on, what are you doing?" Tom asked with a headache.

"She ate all the chocolate," the coach yelled angrily, "That's the only thing we can eat."

Tom turned his head and looked over. The female doctor was pale and clutched the wrapping paper tightly in her hand.

"I can't do it anymore, I feel like I'm going to pass out." She panted violently: "I've been losing weight for a while, and I only ate an apple a day."

The coach ignored her explanation, and he was about to rush over and beat her up, yelling.

Tom could barely control him, and on the other hand Jerry noticed that the female doctor's hands had been shaking.

"We don't have much water, calm down."

While Tom was reassuring the coach, Jerry glanced at the small door beside them and seemed to move.

The room was so dark that Jerry wasn't sure if he had read it wrong.

He rubbed his eyes and called out vigilantly, "Tom?"

Before he finished speaking, a hand suddenly stretched out from the small door and grabbed the coach's ankle.

With his back to the wicket, the coach staggered as he was dragged.

He was on one knee and was dragged through the wicket by one ankle.

Then he screamed and crawled forward vigorously.

Tom stretched out his hand to tug at him, but was almost pulled over by him.

Someone was pulling the coach's leg in the wicket. After a long period of exercise, the coach was exhausted and his resistance became weaker and weaker.

Fortunately, he is an adult man, even if he wants to drag him away, it will take some time.

Jerry asked for the gun from the boy, crouched beside the coach, and fired a shot through the wicket.

He couldn't see who was on that side, and he didn't know if he had hit something, but the grip on the coach's ankle disappeared.

Tom pulled the coach out.

The oil lamp shone through, and the coach's calf was covered with bloody cuts.

"Someone has been stabbing my leg with a knife, and has been stabbing." The coach said in fear, "I don't want to go to the back, I will go to the middle after a while."

His wound has been bleeding, it seems that Ali is very serious.

Before the coach finished speaking, he heard a gunshot, and the bullet passed through his head.

The room fell silent for an instant, and a few seconds later, the woman's terrified cry came out again.

Jerry clenched his hand/gun and turned back to aim at the small window where the bullets came from. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, he saw a face with an oil paint mask.

The man caught Jerry's gaze and turned to look at him.

The little boy was the first to break down. He yelled at the monster while crawling towards another small door.

The mysterious man did not attack him again, and quietly disappeared from the small window.

Jerry breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could relax, he suddenly realized a very important thing.

He quickly lay down on the ground and looked towards the small window below. As soon as he moved the oil lamp over, he saw the black muzzle of the gun.

Jerry stopped breathing. He stared straight at the muzzle of the gun pointing at his head, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

The moment Tom spoke, the muzzle of the gun moved away from the small window.

Jerry let out a long sigh of relief. He sat down against the wall and took deep breaths.

The air was full of bloody take-offs, and the coach's body was still lying on the ground.

After being frightened, Jerry's brain raced.He got up and walked over, rummaging through the coach.

The old man shrank in the corner, clutching the cross tremblingly and not speaking.

The female doctor kept licking her lips, holding her head to the verge of collapse.

Tom waited a few seconds, then poked his head through the little door. The compartment was empty.

"The assailant has already left." Tom wiped off the blood on his hands, and asked hesitantly, "Where is that child?"

"Run away from that small door." The female doctor pointed in one direction and said.

Tom looked suspiciously at the old man, "He is your grandson, why didn't he run to you when he was scared."

The old man ignored him, probably because he was frightened, and just kept repeating something.

Tom went over and listened, like, 'I'm guilty, the devil has come to punish me. '

On the other side, Jerry also found his driver's license on the coach's body.

"Kenneth Norris."

He flipped through it, and suddenly remembered the news he had read before.

"This name sounds familiar." Jerry said hesitantly.

Tom's expression also became weird, maybe he didn't expect that these people really used fake names.

He hasn't thought about Kenneth yet, but he knows what to do.

Tom got up and walked to the old man, and said in a cold voice: "Take out what you have hidden. Old man, what is your name?"

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