Infinite Stream: Fox Cub's Black Cat Gachapon Game

In this copy, every player with a specific identity present has his or her own thoughts.

The identity of the young detective with glasses was confirmed by the manager Maomao himself, but this only ruled out his suspicion as a criminal.

If he only played the role of a detective in this script-killing copy, there was no need to give him the character of a "Little Girl with Red Hat". It would be enough to simply and clearly tell everyone that there was a detective after the plot ended.

In the real-world script-killing games, detectives often participate in events with some purpose. Even if they are innocent, they often provide some background information or other fragmentary clues.

Although Wenren Yihan had never personally experienced this type of game before, he would occasionally come into contact with some knowledge about human social trends.

The only detective who is currently "officially certified" as not a suspect will undoubtedly be the one that everyone trusts the most. Even if he does not say a word about his own personality, it will not arouse objections from others.

But the big fox doesn't think so.

The detective skipped the introduction of his own character and adjusted the frame of his glasses. The back of his hand tilted slightly downward, covering his eyes for a moment.

When he looked up again, he had a look of gratitude on his face as if he had been reminded of his carelessness.

"…The reason I boarded this cruise ship is the same as the one wearing an apron, because the salary is much better than other temporary jobs."

It sounds like there's nothing wrong with it.

Staring at the pair of eyes behind a layer of lenses, the fox cub poked his head out.

The young man with glasses maintained a sincere and apologetic smile, and the innocence in his eyes seemed to be about to turn into a cannonball and hit the fox dumpling that was confronting him on the table.

The young man with glasses was defeated first.

"…Why do I feel like I'm the suspect?"

Wenren Fox, who was also staring with sour eyes, nodded after a while.

“Not being a suspect doesn’t necessarily mean he’s a good person.”

The detective, who was annoyed by the stare, took off his glasses and wiped them.

"…So you think I'm a bad person?"

The fox walked a short distance in his direction, sniffing with its head tilted back.

"I'm on you..."

The young man with glasses wanted to take a small step back but failed to complete the action. However, his slightly leaning back body caused the chair behind him to make a noise.

The young man with glasses lowered his head stiffly:

"…What happened to me?"

The doubt in Wenren Fox's eyes had completely disappeared and he stopped at the edge of the round table.

"You must have smelled a lie, meow... I'm going to say a very cool line next!"

The milk tea master Meow, who has read many short comics recently, summoned his own small milk tea cup and climbed in by grabbing the wall of the cup.

When the other two cats thought it was going to take out some small books to share.

A kitten made a stunning appearance wearing a deerstalker hat, a khaki trench coat and a chocolate-colored British cloak.

The round gold-framed glasses exude a cultural atmosphere, and the red bow at the end is elegant and lively.

The cat's paw pressing on his chest moved away, and the tie collar under his little head looked gentlemanly and well-behaved.

[Sainz] Meow touched his chin and lay on the cup to look inside.

There were open black-and-white comic books scattered here and there on the small cloud-shaped cushion inside, and a novel was lying upside down on the pillow.

"Where's the cat? Where's the little milk tea cat that just came in? It's so big... not very big... why hasn't it folded the quilt yet, meow? It's like it hasn't built a nest yet..."

Milk tea master meow pulled out an owl-handled cane and smashed the forehead of [Sains] meow who had put his head into his nest without permission:

"…Are you polite, meow? A cat's nest is worse than a golden nest, don't you understand?"

The [Sains] cat rolled on the ground and finally realized that the person in front of him was the Milk Tea Master cat that he thought had disappeared.

"As expected, clothes make the difference..."

"The criminal is you!"

The milk tea master turned his head and pointed his cat paw at the young man with glasses.

The detective accused by the prop cat and suspected by its owner: …

The Wenren fox cub retracted the half of its body that had been stretched out, completed the sentence, and then gave the milk tea master a meow paw.

"...I smell grilled mushrooms. Sorry, it should be...not very old."

Halfway to his seat, Wenren Fox turned around without warning and looked at the young man with glasses.

The glasses he took off and wiped were actually very clean, but the legs of the glasses that were temporarily glued together were broken again.

“It’s spicy and delicious.”

This detective is really weird.

Obviously the ultimate goal should be to lead other players to catch the murderer, but he covered the color of his underwear tightly.

Mr. Cinderella, who was sitting next to him, moved his chair and sat down next to the four little ones without any hesitation.

"After watching it for so long, is Detective any good?"

“…It’s not bad.”

The fox dumpling didn't realize that the man squeezed fresh lemon juice.

He looked back at the detective who was dealing with the man with a crew cut, and gave what he thought was a very fair and objective evaluation.

In fact, his temperament without glasses is different from his dull and soft personality.

But every time he took off his glasses, the young man would lower his head or hold the glasses and handkerchief directly in front of his face to wipe them.

As if afraid that a tiny speck of dust might escape from under his handkerchief, Wenren the fox cub only happened to see it clearly for a moment when it just jumped in front of him.

"In human terms, it's a... small meat bun."

The fox raised his paw and gestured.

"Meat……"

It took Gong Chi two seconds to realize what he said.

"…Yeah, little meat bun."

"What are you doing here?"

After discussing the little meat-filled detective, Wenren Fox Cub realized it later.

Gong Chi shook the tie in his hand.

"Return your things."

"What's wrong with him? He keeps tying the belt. He's even slower than me when embroidering..."

[Sainz] Meow was dissatisfied, he rubbed his front paws and was about to run between the man and the fox.

He was dragged by the tail by the [Judgment] cat and fell flat on his face.

"Please, my living father, meow... just be quiet... otherwise you will regret it when you get out, meow..."

"Let me go... You will regret it if you don't rely on me to fight for my own happiness..."

How could [Judgment] Meow let go? He just lay down on the ground and held [Sains] Meow tightly. After all, the fox dumpling was the future wife of his master.

"The pursuit of a fox without a partner is the pursuit of happiness...

Although they haven't officially confirmed their relationship, I've seen that my in-laws can round up their ashes and put them in the same box...

Why don’t you just stay here and eat fish, meow…”

The fox dumpling's furry ears trembled as it faced Gong Chi.

The man's movements were gentle and slow, and his brows were filled with a gentleness that warmed a cup of sake.

It looks simple and clear at first glance, but once you taste it, you will inevitably be intoxicated.

"All right."

The fox looked away and regained his consciousness, pulling at the hairband that was tied around his neck like a bow ribbon:

“Does this really look good?”

"Well, if you don't like it, we can pick something else next time."

"You are so familiar."

But it does seem to be quite nice.

The milk tea master meowed closer to the Wenren fox cub, showing off his little tie.

"Fox, fox, fox, look, do we look like a couple now..."

"Father and son." Gong Chi whispered.

"Father and son meow!" Milk tea master meow accepted it all without any hesitation.

The original timeline narration that followed the process was terminated by the crew-haired man's poor and perfunctory response of saying he didn't know or was not clear.

The detective had no choice but to discuss with the manager Maomao and decided to search for clues first, and then continue with the presentation of evidence and description of the timeline all at once.

Gong Chi leaned against the window to avoid suspicion, watching the fox group that was busy in the same group as him dragging out a bunch of boxes and then opening them all at once.

The precious fox eyes were almost blinded by the light.

"This is my brother's room, right? I'll go in and take a look, just one look."

As Duan Ran spoke, he leaned half of his body in, greeted Gong Chi and glanced inside.

Opinion? Take another look.

"Fuck you, brother...how can you be Cinderella? You are clearly the Golden Girl!!"