Infinite Stream: Fox Cub's Black Cat Gachapon Game

Chiwu complained about everything from the clouds in the sky to the soil on the ground, and from the steamed buns in the dining car yesterday to the snow on the ground that he gnawed on when the cod was thrown out of the car window today.

Wenren Yihuan even missed the first day he entered the studio, when he picked out the pot of braised chicken from among thousands (crossed out) of a dozen dishes.

Although the taste can only be rated six points and cannot be compared with Gong Chi’s, the quantity is huge.

The big fox was only seven-tenths full.

"It seems you don't know much."

Chiwu sensed a dangerous aura from Wenren Yihuan's seemingly casual words:

"What's wrong with me not knowing much?"

The big fox curled his eyes.

"…Nothing. You don't know much, so I won't waste my time."

Since Chiwu couldn't explain the whereabouts of the energy key, it would be better to get the key to the last carriage in front of him first.

Whether the fake conductor really has the fingerprint key that can open the last car, you can just take it and try it and you will know the result immediately.

Seeing that Wen Ren Yihuan showed an aggressive tendency towards him, before Chi Wu could decide whether to stab the fake train conductor, "Wen Dao" stabbed the slender sheath of his knife into the thick snow pile on the top of the train.

Chiwu raised his eyebrows and looked at each other, not understanding what Wenren Yihuan was doing.

The untrampled snow on top was loose and shaky, and with a quick movement of the arm, the scabbard was pulled out of the thick snow.

A vertical "I"-shaped snowball flew up and stuck to Chiwu's face and neck, feeling cold and icy.

Chiwu was forced to take two mouthfuls of pure natural, unprocessed snow water one day: ...Poof! Pah! Pah! Pah!

Taking advantage of the time when Chiwu lost his sight, Wenren Yihan's ghostly figure tugged at the fake conductor's clothes rudely, intending to drag him away from Chiwu.

Seeing that the person attacked by Xue had not yet reacted, he kicked the sluggish Chiwu off the top of the train.

Chiwu, who was still spitting out snow, suddenly lost his balance.

With a "plop" sound, the front sank into the soft, wet and cold snow.

Within just one minute, after the second bite, Chiwu tasted the third bite of snowflakes today, with a piece of dry grass in between.

Wenren Yihan squatted down and tore off the tape on the fake conductor's face.

His mouth finally got full contact with the air. The fake train conductor didn't care about the sub-zero temperature outside. He opened his mouth and took two breaths of air mixed with biting wind and snow.

Although it seemed like a normal action, Wen Ren Yihuan felt an indescribable awkwardness in it.

The fake conductor looked too bewildered in the face of him.

It was as if this man was just a confused unlucky guy who was temporarily pulled over from the roadside, and his facial movements were very wild, and he was not afraid of tearing the horrible wounds on his face at all.

Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, Wenren waited for the fake train conductor to catch his breath, thinking about how to get the information he wanted from him.

"who are you?"

The real CD has become a skeleton.

Is the current fake train conductor the "boss"? If not, who is the one who allowed him to replace Zhang CD as the train conductor?

I thought of various answers, but the following development was something Wenren Yihan had not expected.

The fake train conductor, who was still in shock, saw Ren Yihuan kicking Chiwu, who had tied him up and thrown him on the roof to suffer, off the train, and naturally thought that he was there to save him.

Although I was curious about his ears, I just thought of them as some kind of decoration popular among young people.

Since the "lifesaver" asked, if he answered even a second slower, it would be disrespectful to his own life.

"I am an old passenger of the 'Firelight'. I don't know the man who just fell from the roof..."

Hearing this answer that was totally inconsistent with the facts, Wen Ren Yihuan, who had originally thought that if he refused to cooperate, he would hang it on the window for twenty to thirty minutes, narrowed his eyes and shrank his pupils.

there is a problem.

As soon as the fake conductor finished speaking, the skin on his forehead and temples seemed to be ripped open by a sharp weapon, and a thin layer of paper-like and gauze-like substance formed an edge.

Then a transparent, thin human skin mask fell from the fake conductor's face.

A square masculine face that Wenren Yihan had never seen before was revealed.

At the same time, his clothes also changed. It seemed as if a layer of colored water was slowly drying up and evaporating on the conductor's work uniform.

The male passenger was not wearing a train uniform, but a gray-blue down jacket and a pair of cotton slippers with rainbow pony heads on their feet.

From the moment he climbed onto the roof of the car, the men he saw were all "fakes" decorated with props.

No wonder the passenger's facial expression was so rich after the sealing tape was removed, without considering the wound on his face at all.

Because the wound on that "face" was not his at all, but was copied from the real owner of that "face".

The male passenger was still complaining about the atrocities of the Red Ox and the Cod, and was completely unaware of what was happening to him.

"Good man, can you please help me untie the rope?"

[The limited-time Gachapon item "One Thousand Faces" is no longer effective.

People always have some weird ideas, and from time to time they will come up with strange ideas like "I wish I were xxx" or "I want to become like xx".

But it's impossible no matter how you think about it, right?

But it would be different if you owned it.

If used on oneself, one can transform into the appearance of anyone who has appeared in one's field of vision in the last ten minutes.

If used on an NPC, it can make the NPC change into the appearance of any person seen within ten minutes. At this time, the NPC cannot detect its own changes.

The duration is twenty minutes.

Tip: If the NPC explains or emphasizes his/her identity to others during the duration of the item, the item will become invalid immediately. 】

After carefully combing out several threads, Wen Ren Yihan distracted himself and used the tip of his knife to cut the rope on the square-faced passenger.

"Is he the only one who kidnapped you?"

The male passenger who was knocked unconscious by the knife said: "How could it be possible... There was another man. How could one person subdue me? We fought for several moves. I was just no match for four hands..."

"Do you know where the other man went?"

"I don't know about that... I fainted and just woke up from the cold, but if it happens again..."

"Stop...Which room are you staying in?"

The rescued male passenger not only reported his room number, but also enthusiastically counted the luggage he brought with him.

"...In addition to these, my girlfriend also brought 18 lipsticks and..."

Wenren Yihan was not interested in how big a girl's makeup bag could hold. He was sorting out the clues and was too lazy to ask the passengers to be quiet.

Then he lowered his ears and dug his fingertips into the soft snow, drawing circles.

When the deputy conductor knocked on the door before, the female passenger showed obvious resistance to them.

It was probably because her boyfriend was taken away by Chiwu and his gang, and they said threatening words like "kill the male passenger if you are discovered."

She felt uneasy so she kept silent and did not ask the staff for help.

Weeping Butterfly mentioned that in addition to Green Heron and Red Crow, there is another companion of theirs, Cod.

The previous "disinfection alert" was specifically noted as a privilege given to them as compensation for their numerical disadvantage.

So it's almost 100% certain that there are only three of them.

"Fuck... this damn codfish lied to me..."

Chiwu, who crawled out of the snow dizzy, had good eyesight and saw at a glance that the person he had been guarding for a long time was a "fake" who had been replaced by someone else.

Wen Ren Yihuan's light golden eyes showed annoyance, and she glanced at him with a little displeasure.

His hands looked even whiter against the snow. If you just took a quick glance, you couldn't tell which was whiter, him or the snow.

He gathered the snow on the edge of the roof towards the middle and held it tightly together, then squeezed the originally soft snow in his hand into a solid snowball.

The irritability did not turn into substance and the anger was aimed at Chiwu's head and smashed.

With his palms facing upwards, Wen Ren Yihuan gently threw it towards the sky.

The snowball's trace was obscured by the rustling snowflakes.

When he appeared again, he was smashed on Chiwu's face under the car, and the melted snow flowed into his mouth.

Chiwu who scored four goals: …

His ears finally calmed down, and his cheeks were flushed with a faint blush from the cold. Wen Ren Yihuan curled his lips slightly, feeling as happy as a child who had succeeded in a prank.

The tip of the furry ear, which was covered with some snowflakes and crystals, broke off a small corner. There was the sound of someone turning over and jumping up behind him, followed by the man's steady steps.

Wenren Yihan stood quietly at the edge of the car roof, without turning around or looking back, waiting for the person to approach.

His left hand was pressed against his leg, protecting the snowball he had just formed.

As expected, he did not hear the voice calling him, and Wen Ren Yihuan was about to turn around.

What arrived was a trench coat with a scent of vanilla roots and cashmere wood.

It still had the warmth of the body temperature that I had just taken off.

It was in stark contrast to the cold wind that was blowing straight at my back a second ago.

The big fox, suddenly wrapped in warmth, was stunned for a moment and stopped turning halfway.

He tilted his head and looked at the overlapping shadows of two people on the ground on the white snow.

The person behind him put the clothes on his back not very skillfully, and their black and cherry hair rubbed against each other in the process.

Someone ran a fingertip upward from the base of his ear to brush away the snow that had not yet melted on the fur on his ear.

The ill-fitting windbreaker covered his knees.

The man's hand pulled the sharp corner of the collar of the clothes, making sure it was fixed on his shoulders before moving away.

This windbreaker fits Gong Chi perfectly in size and length, and it also highlights his well-trained body, well-proportioned and strong frame... and long legs.

Now draped over the thin body of the beautiful monster, it looks a bit empty.

He looked down at his legs, which seemed to be several centimeters shorter due to the loose windbreaker, and his arms, which had no visible muscle lines at all, hidden in the wide sleeves.

The big fox frowned.

He's also quite knowledgeable, okay?

He turned over Wenren Yihan, who was frowning and commenting on the windbreaker.

Gong Chi's gaze fell on his jade-like hands.

A dry and warm hand reached up and covered the fingertips that looked a little wet and red from being exposed to the cold in the snow.

The strange thing is that one hand seems to be getting wetter and wetter.

Wenren Yihan let Gong Chi pull that hand and spread out the fingers.

In the wet palm was a snowball that had already begun to melt.

From the moment he was wrapped in the windbreaker, the big fox, who had forgotten all about teasing Gong Chi, had his ears tipped red.

I don't know if it was because of the cold.