Train Survival: I can copy randomly

Song Ying was about to breathe a sigh of relief after seeing the clearance prompt when there was a sudden movement at the main door below the dance floor. Song Ying walked to the railing of the private room to take a look.

The problem was obvious at first glance. A black mist-like thing had been spreading below for some reason, and the noise just now was something that fell off someone's body when he was wrapped by that thing.

The black fog below was too thick for Song Ying to see clearly what had fallen out. Now her way out was blocked, and this thing was still spreading to the second floor.

The whole building is in the shape of a U. The side closer to the inside of the building is the private room, from which you can see the stage in the middle of the first floor. There is a section of the corridor where the fight took place before where there are no private rooms. One side can look towards the first floor, and the other side can see the street outside.

Song Ying rushed to this area and tried to open the window on the second floor. After trying several times, all the windows in this area could not be opened. He then ran to several private rooms facing the street and tried to open the windows but still could not open them.

After coming out of the private room, Song Ying did not dare to delay and went to the third floor first. Now the speed of that thing spreading was very slow, so there should still be time to study it.

The stairs leading to the third floor were not far from Song Ying's private room. She saw them when she went up to the second floor and found them very quickly.

At this time, the system level did not have any prompts, and Song Ying could not be sure whether this was a real level or she was still in an illusion.

The stairs to the third floor were only half as wide as the stairs from the first floor to the second floor. When Song Ying stepped on them, they creaked, as if no one had been to the third floor for a long time.

Song Ying was still touching the handrail with her hands full of dust. There was something wrong with the third floor. Were those things downstairs forcing her to go up to the third floor?

After hesitating for a while, Song Ying went straight to the third floor. Whether he went or not, he would have to face the black fog below. He might as well go up and see what the situation was while he was still alive.

After making up his mind to go up, Song Ying walked to the third floor with a knife in hand.

At the end of the stairs was a door. The copper lock on the door was covered with dust. The copper lock broke with a sound when the long knife fell.

Use the scabbard to push the door open directly. Fortunately, the door is pushed inward, otherwise Song Ying would have to open the door manually.

The door opened directly inside due to the force of the scabbard. In the pitch-black third floor, Song Ying could only vaguely see some tables and other things.

Officially stepping onto the third floor, Song Ying put the scabbard into his backpack, holding the knife in one hand and the flashlight in the other.

The entire space looks smaller than the second floor. There is a patio in the middle that connects to the first floor, but the windows are currently closed and no light from outside can come in at all.

The floor of this floor was covered with thick dust, and Song Ying could feel something soft under her feet whenever she stepped on it.

The place you see when you come up is somewhat different from the one on the second floor. It looks like a living room. The owner doesn't seem to like watching the dancing below. The tables and chairs in the entire living room are arranged with their backs to the patio.

There was a row of doors facing the direction, which should be able to be opened to see outside. Song Ying walked over and tried them, but just like the windows on the second floor, they could not be opened.

The light shone towards the window on the patio. Song Ying went over and tried to push the window on this side, and found it could be opened. He took a look at the situation downstairs and saw that the gray fog had risen to most of the first floor and was almost reaching the second floor.

The flashlight began to shine around. There was a screen on the right side blocking the view. Song Ying walked around and saw a large study room with many bookshelves covered with dust.

After walking around these bookshelves, he saw a large desk with an open book on it. Song Ying subconsciously walked over to check, but in fact there was nothing on it and he didn't know why it was spread out here.

In order not to miss any information, Song Ying searched again, but found that the contents in the book were not about this building, and there were no system prompts.

Song Ying didn't find anything useful on the right, so he could only retreat to the left. There was a door separating this side. After entering, the first thing he saw was a piano table with broken strings on it.

The piano was facing the bed on the opposite side. The gauze curtains hanging around it had been damaged over time and were hanging down in the room.

Song Ying couldn't help but feel a chill on her neck when she saw this scene. The atmosphere of life in this room was much more intense than that in the study next door. There was also a screen in front of the bed, and when the light shone on it, she could see the blood splattered on it.

The bloodstain had turned dark brown, and under the light, Song Ying seemed to smell the blood.

He suppressed his inner fear and walked over, bypassing the screen and looking at the bed. There was nothing on the beautiful and solemn bed, as if those who had been killed that year had already been buried.

Song Ying did not stop at the bed, but walked around the bed to the room at the back, which was usually used as a bathroom.

Pushing the door open, I saw some pots scattered around the room.

When she got here, Song Ying realized something was wrong. Although this place was smaller than the second floor, the two sides combined were not that short. There was space hidden between the study and the bathroom.

After checking the bathroom, I didn't find any secret passages, so I had to leave and go back to the study to check.

When Song Ying passed by the broken-stringed zither, she put it away. This was a hint from her sixth sense.

Thinking of the hint, Song Ying took out the parchment scroll. The information on it had not changed and was still the same as before. In other words, such a change was unexpected.

Song Ying sighed and resigned himself to his fate and returned to the study. Apart from the bloodstains on the bedroom screen, there was no blood anywhere else on this floor. The study was even more tidy, as if someone had cleaned it up.

Song Ying followed the traces of cleaning and found an ornament, three sets of golden cicada ornaments. The dust on them seemed to be less than the surrounding areas, so someone must have used them in the middle.

After turning the three-legged golden cicada and hearing a clicking sound, the original screen behind the desk slowly separated and disappeared behind the bookcases on both sides.

Song Ying took a look at the newly opened space. It was not pitch dark inside. There was a little light. He walked in and took a look. The light was a night pearl placed on a lampstand.

That kind of light is very weak, and once the flashlight shines in, its light loses its effect.

Song Ying did not walk in immediately. There was a bed in the center of the room with a person sitting on it. Now that person was a shriveled corpse.

The night pearl that had attracted her attention before was on the table in front of this person. There seemed to be some papers scattered on the table.

Song Ying moved the light to the surrounding walls. There were no windows on the four sides, only a skylight at the top. Perhaps that was the key for her to leave the building.