Chapter 2835: Dying from Not Being Cautious Enough
The female player didn't mind either, stating the detection device she had used, then stepped aside.
After eleven people among them successively purchased devices to test their own blood and confirmed that the female player was telling the truth, they then bought the corresponding antidotes based on the information from Under Dimension.
The player who had been poisoned injected first. Sure enough, one shot later, his complexion immediately improved, and his state was no longer as manic as before.
The other players also injected the antidote one after another, their eyes clearing up considerably.
Seeing that the crisis was resolved, the players in the carriage no longer stared them down, but for safety's sake, both sides took a step back. These eleven people withdrew from the third carriage and stayed in the transition car between the third and fourth.
"You were also poisoned by that kind of bird; you should buy an antidote too," the middle-aged woman said to the injured man who had returned to the carriage.
The man had been injured last night and had already taken an antidote before. Although he suspected that he and those eleven people had been poisoned by the same thing, the symptoms were different, so he hadn't rushed to buy a new antidote.
"It shouldn't be the same poison," he said to the middle-aged woman. "I just used the antidote, and I feel much better."
The middle-aged woman didn't press further.
The train returned to calm, traveling in this tranquility for three hours before once again encountering darkness.
Although nothing unusual happened this time, an hour later, someone died in the transition car.
At first, it didn't attract much attention—after all, with players wearing their protective suits, it was normal not to notice others' breathing.
However, half an hour later, six people stopped breathing. The others in the transition car could no longer stay calm and used props to cover the windows, starting to check themselves.
But in that very moment, two more people suddenly collapsed.
Players in the front and rear carriages couldn't ignore this, and the quick-witted ones realized the crux of the problem: "It's the potion that's faulty!"
The leader among the eleven gritted his teeth and glared at the female player who had "kindly" helped earlier. "You tampered with it!"
"Good heavens," the female player said. "I just said I knew what the poison was. You bought the devices and the antidotes yourselves. If you were unlucky enough not to be cured, it's hardly fair to blame me."
That was indeed the case. These people had been very cautious, not letting anyone else handle the process. Accusing the female player of tampering was a stretch.
Eight of the eleven were already dead, and it was clear the remaining three would meet the same fate. The other players had no mood to investigate further, only guarding against them damaging the train.
Knowing it was impossible to drag the entire train down with him, the leader cast a murderous glare at the female player. "If I'm going to die, I'm taking you with me!"
A prop flew through the narrow carriage. The female player's defensive prop activated, forming a spherical crystal shield that covered her completely, leaving the man no opportunity. She glanced around at the others. "Are you all just going to watch? Aren't you afraid he'll pull out a big prop and blow up the train?"
The half of the carriage that had been detached was still somewhere unknown, so the remaining players stopped watching. Several of them acted in succession. First, white threads bound the leader and his two companions, then a player used a special ability to restrain their hands and feet. Following that, a speedster quickly fitted each of the three with a mechanical collar—accompanied by a click, the poison needles inside the collars shot out.
But this didn't kill the three; their passive defensive props activated. Seeing this, the leader's eyes nearly bled with rage. He bellowed, "Fine! Then let's all die together!"
As he spoke, a translucent halo appeared beneath his feet. But before the halo could expand, the sound of a finger snap rang out from behind the crowd. With that sound, the trapped three were momentarily stunned—but that brief moment was enough.
The female player finished off the three.
A circular flying knife circled the transition car and returned to her hand. Wiping the blood off it, she nodded toward the fourth carriage. "Thanks for that."
The one who had snapped his fingers was a short, elderly man. He was naturally small, but he wore a rather long trench coat, and with a slight hunch, it made him look even shorter. However, his face appeared very kind, showing no hostility toward others, and it wasn't easy for others to feel hostile toward him either.
The players moved apart a bit. The old man walked over, looked at the bodies in the transition car, then turned to the female player. "Young lady, don't go too far. Even if these people were poisoned, they didn't all have to die. What good do you think you'll get out of this?"
The female player was unperturbed, her pretty brows arching upward. "In the game, it's just kill or be killed. Maybe the people who died on that train earlier would thank me for avenging them. How is that not a good deed?"
"Besides," she said, smiling at the old man, "since you see it so clearly, why didn't you save them earlier? Isn't it a bit late to say this now?"
The old man shook his head, not angry. "Their deaths are not worth regretting. What I regret is that your intelligence isn't being used where it truly matters."
The female player laughed out loud. "Old man, you don't think a few words like that will fool me, do you? Think I'm some naive girl?"
Her smile faded, and she added with a hint of warning, "People who meddle too much don't live long."
The old man wanted to say more, but as his gaze swept past her, it unexpectedly met a pair of eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly: When did that person sit there? And how long had he been watching him?
Not bothering to argue further with the female player, he shook his head and retreated to the fourth carriage.
"Putting on airs!" The female player waved her hand and returned to the third carriage.
The doors of both carriages closed, and no one even bothered to collect the props from the bodies.
"Were those people really killed by the antidote?" the injured man asked, looking at the woman who had just entered with lingering fear.
The female player tossed her long hair and smiled. "They died from not being cautious enough. You're pretty lucky, huh."
The injured man said nothing and silently returned to his own room.
The "tragic lovers" exchanged a glance, looked at Xu Huo ahead, then at the woman who had just come in. Deciding the transition car was a bit safer, and wanting to scavenge some spoils, they dawdled their way out.
But the spoils weren't so easy to get. Before the man could even touch anything, an invisible force strangled his throat. No matter how he tried to use removal props, he couldn't break free. After struggling for only a few seconds, he breathed his last.
The woman was terrified and quickly retreated to the third carriage.
When daylight came again, the train staff collected the bodies from the transition car.
"How beautiful this place is," someone remarked, looking out the window. The train had entered a sea of flowers. A gentle breeze swept through, sending petals flying everywhere like an endless rain of blossoms.