Infinite Stream: Fox Cub's Black Cat Gachapon Game

The train broadcast sounded on time at 20 o'clock in the early morning, announcing that there would be a heavy snowstorm today and the temperature would approach minus degrees Celsius, reminding passengers that if there is insufficient heating in the room, please put on thick warm clothing in time.

In the penultimate carriage, black curtains hung to the ground.

It seemed to cover up all the shameful filth and crimes, and allowed them to grow rampantly in the dark corners.

People always make jokes half-seriously.

There are always places in the world where the sun doesn't shine.

You can't be too demanding of a clean world, but that's no reason to let it be so dirty.

A dozen people dressed in flight attendant uniforms stood in a row, listening to the report with their eyes closed with their backs to the people sitting behind them, and repeatedly pressing their smouldering cigarette butts on the table.

"The person in charge of the auction last night hasn't been found yet?"

"Not yet, Boss. I don't know where this grandson has gone."

The conductor closest to him was trembling with fear, holding the cigarette box in both hands and waiting for people to take a cigarette.

At this critical moment, the person is gone. If the boss gets angry, they will all be in trouble. But if they meet a passenger who is interested in the man, they can spend a night with him.

What if someone smells the smell and comes to arrest the person? What will happen to the goods?

The man called the boss finally dropped the cigarette butt that was squeezed out of shape and took two cigarettes from the hand of the conductor next to him whose arms were shaking with soreness.

The conductor quickly put away the cigarette box and helped the man light both cigarettes.

"what!"

The man sitting there held a cigarette aside, while the other cigarette was pressed forcefully against the hand of the conductor who was lighting it.

Red blisters soon appeared on the back of his hand. The conductor gasped in pain but did not move away and endured it silently.

"Boss... Boss... We've been searching for half the night, but we really haven't seen a single person..."

The man who had been resting with his eyes closed finally opened them, and he casually threw the cigarette that was lit on the back of the conductor's hand onto the ground.

The sparks gradually died down.

"Look for it. Dig deep into the ground for me. The police have their own rules. If they did it, the person should still be alive.

We made a lot of money from this batch of goods. If the owner is a good person, we can give him some money to get rid of him. If he is a stubborn person who doesn't know what's good for him... do it cleanly... pretend it's an accident and throw it away."

The man made it sound like killing a policeman was as easy as crushing a snowflake.

I've been in this business for so long, and all of the lives I've been involved in have been lost. It doesn't matter who I'm involved with.

"Then will the 'cargo' be unloaded as usual tomorrow at noon?"

Another flight attendant interrupted.

With his eyelids drooping, the man pondered the question.

"...unload tomorrow afternoon's cargo together at noon tomorrow."

The conductor handing over the cigarette was in a dilemma: "But the buyer at the terminal has already been notified. I'm afraid the customers will have objections to the last-minute change."

The man looked like he had heard some huge joke.

Doing this kind of bloody business in private is just for money. Now that the money is in hand, do you still have to worry about taking the customers' thoughts into consideration?

"It's just a detour, it's just a little late, it's not like we won't deliver the 'goods'. Just notify them, if they don't accept it, return the money and tell them to go buy it somewhere else... But remember to remind them. If they don't take the 'goods' and participate in the whole transaction, whether they can get off the bus alive depends on their luck."

If they don’t get the goods off the vehicle, they won’t have the leverage over the buyer. How can they expect to leave safely under such circumstances?

Pulling open the curtains, the man looked at the falling snow and muttered to himself.

"The snow is heavier than in previous years. It's not a big deal if a few people freeze to death."

Besides, if we miss this opportunity, we may never find this store again. Even if we are not happy about it, how many people can refuse to accept the conditions and look for another store?

After smoking a cigarette, the man walked out of the penultimate carriage.

"Boss, the auctioneer is gone. Can you please leave us a key to the rear carriage? Just in case something goes wrong while you're not here..."

A charming female voice was filled with flattery, and Lu Zhen stepped out from the middle of a row of train attendants and called out to him.

The man stopped and threw a bunch of keys behind him.

"Please use it sparingly and don't bother me all the time."

……

Green Hen opened his mouth wide, watching Chi Wu throw one of the two keys he had just obtained out of the car window, and grabbed his collar and asked angrily:

"Why would you throw it away? What if you need it later?"

"...You and that little girl are both born in the Year of the Ox, right? Let go..."

Pulling the angry green poisonous bird, Chiwu played with the other key in his hand and said nonchalantly:

"What use can it be? Our current mission is to get the kids off the train at tomorrow's stop. The carriage cannot be opened by force. Only the key can open it normally. Of course, the fewer of these things the better. One key is enough for emergencies."

The third person in Group B's outfit, dressed as a flight attendant, advised Lu Zhen to calm down.

"What Chiwu said makes sense. Luzhen, you still have a lot to learn. Our opponent this time is not only the Wizard but also the Seventh Father. We must be extremely careful... the person next to the Wizard..."

"Huh? You mean the one in pink? Whether you're looking for someone to join the guild or have that intention, I'm kindly reminding you that his strength is no worse than that of a [Wizard]."

He was also present at the final scene of "Jiushi Town" and had witnessed Wenren Yihuan's strength with his own eyes.

Speaking of this, Chiwu felt a slight pain on the side of his face where he had been punched before.

After receiving the rescue mission, Qidie was eager to find Fengling to talk, but she just chatted with Gong Chi for a few words and then left.

According to the auctioneer, the physical keys were distributed to the people below, and now one is missing.

If the number continues to decrease like this, Wenren Yihan and the others will have no choice but to go find that "boss".

There was no hair dryer in the carriage, so the Wenren fox cub shook his body refreshed by drying it naturally.

Then he emerged from the blanket and turned back into a human.

"Let's go find Feng Ling and see if she can..."

Gong Chi, who was trying to search for the information of the permanent train attendants of the "Yihuo" on the Internet, turned back and paused.

Wenren Yihuan "emerged" from the blanket, his upper body naked, his waist thin and white, and his long legs folded as he half-knelt on the bed, preparing to get up.

Maybe it was because he had just taken a hot bath, there was a faint layer of pink on his chest, and a big cherry-colored tail was piled at his feet.

The blanket that was more than enough for the little fox to sleep in was barely covering its key parts.

The small blanket was about to fall as he moved.

"Wait... don't get up! Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Unable to understand the shock in Gong Chi's eyes, Wen Ren Yihan tilted his head and asked, "Shouldn't you take off your clothes when taking a bath?"

"What's wrong? Is there something ugly about me?"

As he spoke, the big fox lowered his head 90 degrees to examine his body.

It's quite clean, nothing ugly...

“Is this mole ugly?”

His fingertips touched an attractive crimson cinnabar mole on Bai Yu's chest, and Wen Ren Yihan narrowed his eyes.

It doesn't look ugly, does it? What kind of reaction is this?