A chill brushed Xia Lun's nose. The rich scent of air freshener drifted through the train car with its rhythmic sway, while someone's grip had left his left wrist aching. His eyes lit up, and excitement surged through him. He finally understood what was going on in this scenario!
This time, he really would have to use his brains to clear it!
He really was a puzzle-solving player who relied on intelligence!
Without stopping to check the flood of Memory Points from the fight, he turned to the person beside him.
White Line was gripping his wrist tightly. Her dark eyes were unfocused, as though veiled by mist. Despite the air conditioning, fine beads of sweat dotted her fair cheeks.
Xia Lun cleared his throat.
White Line turned on reflex and asked, looking dazed, "Are we still alive?"
Even as she spoke, her grip tightened.
Even with a Constitution of 21, Xia Lun's wrist bones creaked under the strain. He was about to ask her to let go when an idea struck him. He reached out with his right hand and pinched her cheek.
"Ow, ow, ow." White Line sucked in a breath and frowned, looking aggrieved as she let go without realizing it. Then her eyes suddenly brightened. "It hurts. We really are alive! But when I grabbed my wrist just now, I couldn't feel a thing..."
"That was my wrist!" Xia Lun protested.
White Line's hand froze against her cheek. "Huh?"
"All right, use Psychological Invisibility on everyone." Xia Lun shook out his wrist and glanced at the passengers looking his way. "I know how to clear this perfectly."
A dozen or so seconds later, Xia Lun called everyone over, and the group gathered again.
Under the effect of Psychological Invisibility, they formed a tight semicircle around Cripple's