Infinite Stream: Fox Cub's Black Cat Gachapon Game

The conductor's room in the tenth carriage.

A man in a flight attendant uniform fainted on the ground.

A young man was holding Feng Ling hostage and confronting Qidie.

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against Feng Ling's temple.

"Ms. Weeping Butterfly? ...Or [Seventh Father]? You two are really unexpected. You can still be so lively in the middle of the night."

There was a hint of sarcasm and contempt in the man's words, and he raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly to show off his sense of superiority that came from nowhere.

"Are you a player?"

Everything changed so quickly. Qidie clenched her fists and planned in her mind how to successfully rescue Feng Ling from the man's gun.

They originally thought that the only players in the dungeon besides them were Green鸩 and Red鸩, so the two of them did not raise their guard against ordinary flight attendants at all.

I never expected that there would be other players from the hostile camp disguised as NPCs.

"Yes, let me introduce myself. I am the Blue Cod of [Burning Star], but I am not as ostentatious as those two losers, Red Crow and Green Heron... Fortunately, I am low-key enough, so Miss Fengling fell into my hands so easily, right?"

There was a flash of cold light under the cuffs, and Qidie bent her wrist upwards.

But her every move was seen by the cod, and as if something funny had been tickled, the cod raised its chin and glanced at the crying butterfly lightly.

“I want to wait until later to see Miss Weeping Butterfly’s most skilled butterfly knife.

Even if you are as skilled as others say, you can try to see whether my gun is faster or your little dagger is faster... Maybe Miss Fengling is born different from ordinary people, and a small bullet is nothing to her?"

"boom".

Cod made a threatening tone, changed the direction of the gun, pulled the trigger and then quickly reset it.

A patch of blood spread out on Feng Ling's blue and white uniform on her right arm, forming a glaring pattern.

"Sister Feng Ling..."

Qidie's breathing became disordered for a moment, and she subconsciously took two steps forward.

"You're coming over again?"

Enjoying her loss of composure very much, Cod poked Feng Ling's temple twice with the muzzle of the gun, with the whole body showing the attitude of a villain who has succeeded in teasing.

"Don't touch her."

Forced to stop and stand still, Qidie bit a corner of her lower lip.

He glared at the cod fiercely, but still suppressed his anger. He pushed the back of the knife with his fingers to close the small knife hidden under his sleeve.

The gunshot not only made Wenren Yihan extremely alert, but also awakened the flight attendants of Group B who were already feeling guilty.

A faint orange-white light shone through the crack in the door.

"There seems to be something wrong in the back car! Open the door! Quick..."

A man's gnashing teeth and complaining could be heard outside the door.

The scabbard chopped the side of the green jinn's neck without hesitation as it tried to call for help. It then used a piece of curtain fabric to tie up the green jinn's hands and feet tightly.

Wenren Yihan glanced at the table, picked up five or six used and somewhat dry facial masks and stuffed them into her mouth.

I inadvertently glanced at the milk tea master cat's "new products" on the ground and it was full.

The milk tea master who used the hood as a makeshift cat bed looked at his masterpiece and then at his owner who was about to abandon it.

Finally, he pretended not to care at all and turned his head to look elsewhere.

It's just a cup of milk tea that no one drinks, the cat doesn't care at all meow

"Although it tastes a bit strange, at least I put a lot of effort into making it..."

The big fox himself was not lucky enough to enjoy it, but it didn't seem right to waste it like this, and it seemed like it would discourage the kitten's creativity...

The mask was dry and it would be uncomfortable to hold it in my mouth. Wenren Yihan simply poured half of it into Luzhen's mouth to comfort his prop cat:

“You see, there are still people who like it very much.”

The easily satisfied milk tea master meows: "Okay meow..."

(The green poisonous snake, whose face turned red and purple, was in a coma: …)

Wenren Yihuan rolled the person under the bed, which was just high enough to hide a person, and squinted his eyes and muttered to himself:

"I hope you're lucky enough not to break free. After all, I'm not always willing to do something so troublesome..."

After calling for a long time and no one came out, the flight attendant outside was already using brute force to break down the door.

"you……"

The flight attendant breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the door finally opened. He was about to scold the person in the room for sleeping like a pig, but he found that the person in front of him was not his colleague.

When he was about to raise his right hand holding the gun, his forearm was pressed down tightly by a scabbard.

He tried to raise the gun with force, veins bulging and teeth bared, but the handsome young man in front of him remained calm and pressed downwards until his arm was straightened.

"Ah."

Just responded with a word.

Wenren Yihan raised his knee to attack his lower abdomen, and while the conductor was bending over in pain, he moved the blade upwards and accurately cut his throat.

The conductor, before closing his eyes, looked at the smiling handsome young man and moved his lips:

"Excuse me, I made a promise with a little hero to help him clean up his 'trash'."

After resolving the problem, Wenren Yihan rushed towards the direction where the gunshots came from.

The door of the attendant lounge in the tenth carriage, which was originally in charge of Qidie and Fengling, was wide open.

The tables and chairs inside were all over the place, and many things were broken on the ground and it was impossible to tell what they were originally.

It was the mess left after a fierce battle.

Recalling what had just happened in the ninth carriage, Wenren Yihan judged that the only person passing by at that time should be the conductor from the opposite direction, so he quickened his pace and headed towards the next two carriages.

[Currently existing physical keys on the train: 0/3

Fingerprint key 1/1】

No physical keys left?

A shrill, sharp alarm suddenly sounded on the train, almost bursting the eardrums of people in the corridor.

[[Train Opposition] The player has used the only "Alarm Elimination" in this game. (Compensation due to the numerical disadvantage)

All NPCs in the carriage will now be sent back to the room.

Players who are not on the [Train Opposition] side please answer the carriage room question as soon as possible.

Players are prohibited from disturbing guests on the train and are requested to enter a room that is willing to accommodate them.

In five minutes, a two-hour life form removal will be carried out in the carriage corridor, meow!

If there are still players lingering in the carriage corridor after five minutes, they will be eliminated indiscriminately.

Please cherish your life, meow! 】

Perhaps because it was afraid that the notification sound would be drowned out by the alarm sound, Copy Cat kept repeating the content of the notification over and over again.

Unmoved by Copy Cat's anxious report, Wen Ren Yihuan was still determined to go to the back carriage to look for Feng Ling and Qi Die.

I happened to see the Group B train policemen who were armed with guns and surrounding the door of the second-to-last carriage turning into black mist and floating away.

Wenren Yihuan, sensing that the two must be here, pushed open the half-closed door.

The carriage was empty, with only Qidie standing at the back.

"Ms. Weeping Butterfly, meow?"

The sound of someone pushing the door from behind and the meow of the milk tea master did not make the girl turn around to look.

Her hands were clenched into fists, suspended in the air, and she looked like she was about to bang hard on the door in front of her.

In the end, he just stretched out his palms and gently and slowly placed them on the cold iron sheet.