Weird Train: All the Passengers Here Are Wax Figures

[Suspense] [Imagination] [No system] [Original copy] [Thriller game] [No heroine] There is no cookie-cutter "can't look back" or "can't speak" here. The rules here are never fabricated murder traps. It is the wishes that cannot be fulfilled, the regrets engraved in the bones and blood, and the suicide note written by a person throughout his life. We each carry our own secrets and are forced to complete seemingly simple but unusual copies one after another. Some people worked as cows and horses in the city, and finally died in the night before dawn; Some people spent more than ten years of their lives carrying heavy expectations, and finally used a blank answer sheet to tear apart the ugly human nature. There are also people who are determined to die and risk their lives on the loopholes of the system. They have gone from being arrogant enemies to comrades marching side by side. They all seem to have their own stories. But my story is particularly touching. The death of a companion is never a meaningless death. Every sacrifice seems to be unsolvable, but in fact it is already destined. There are no teammates who can subvert their intelligence, and there is no cheating system. All the problems are hidden in the details that you ignore. From the moment we boarded this train, we were not just trying to survive. We are here to accomplish redemption.