Chapter 330: Butcher Carriage Monster

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Chapter 330: Chapter 330: Butcher Carriage Monster"How could that be possible?" the blond man spoke first, "The aliens on the train tracks usually move in groups, and they generally don’t appear during the day, not to mention that aliens eat humans." There was nothing missing from the bodies at the scene. "Why do you say that?" another middle-aged, refined-looking man asked. "There shouldn’t be any player in the same carriage strong enough." Xu Huo said, "These people were almost all killed violently, which requires considerable physical strength. Even a cannibal player of the same level probably couldn’t achieve this intensity." "What he’s saying isn’t wrong, it wouldn’t be easy to kill all the players in this carriage within two hours." the refined man said. In fact, there wasn’t even two hours, strictly speaking, it might have been less than half an hour. Skinny Monkey had been through this carriage; he obviously knew one of the players here, which is why he was so shocked by the sight of the bodies on the ground, and why he checked immediately for survivors. At least before he returned from the last carriage, the people in this carriage had not died. From when Xu Huo fought the Paper Beast to the death of the player, it was less than half an hour. In the eighth carriage, his own, apart from Skinny Monkey, no one else had gone back to the last carriage, and no players had come from the carriages in front. There was a service passage next to the carriage, but it was not open to players. "That doesn’t rule out the possibility that a high-level player got on the train." The baby-faced player glanced at Xu Huo. "A high-level player wouldn’t be here." The female player rolled her eyes, "There are two major stations on this line, with instances of every level available. Even if a high-level player wanted to go, they would take the corresponding train. Although it’s not explicitly stated, usually the player level and the train correspond to each other. Haven’t you noticed that this train is different from the Level E instance train?" "That’s because the game adjusts the level of the train according to the strength of the players. If you let high-level players ride this train, they might just flip the whole thing over in a moment." "You said that’s usually the case, but as far as I know, there’s something called a temporary pass." The baby-faced player said dismissively, "It allows you to go to any station at any time without having to participate in an instance." The few people inside and outside the carriage showed a bit of surprise, and the middle-aged woman asked uncertainly, "There’s such a great thing?" "I’ve also heard of the temporary pass." The hat-wearing player said, "However, among low-level players, it’s almost like an urban legend. It’s said that as long as you get it, you can go to a train station to ride a train at any time, equivalent to a universal ticket." "If someone with a temporary pass got on the train, they wouldn’t need to differentiate between train levels." The baby-faced player said. Temporary passes, Xu Huo first heard of them from the Skinning Artisan in the Skinning Artisan’s Copy. He also got a random instance authorization, so he roughly guessed that there were certain rules about where a random instance might appear in the game. If the Skinning Artisan wanted a temporary pass, then it should be similar to what the hat-wearing player said, a universal ticket that would allow free access to various game zones. If indeed someone with a temporary pass got on the train, their player level must not be low, and breaking in through the window to kill wouldn’t be impossible. At this point, the players, who were mutually wary of each other, showed a subtle hint of greed that was hard to detect. Temporary passes might be even more useful for high-level players, but they are life-saving tools for low-level ones. Xu Huo was also looking closely at the others, but more than the temporary pass, he was concerned with the hole in the window. It was clear that the player who killed the passengers in the ninth carriage wasn’t from the eighth carriage, but if it was a player from a carriage ahead, why would they enter from outside the train? After a moment of silence, the female player finally said, "It couldn’t have been someone from our carriage." "Who knows," the baby-faced youth shrugged. "The sound of thunder and lightning was so loud, and you couldn’t see anything. Anything could have happened." "I think you’re overthinking it," Skinny Monkey pointed at the hole in the window, "I think this person isn’t that strong. Otherwise, why would they break the window? It’s clearly meant to blame the aliens." "Look, we saw the hole in the window first as soon as we got here, and the player died so horribly, of course, our first thought was aliens," he continued. "But as you know, aliens eat people, so this is a deliberate diversion of our attention." "Not necessarily, it could also be to make us lower our guard so they can make their move," the blond man said. "So you’re saying the murderer is among us?" the middle-aged woman stepped back two paces. "No, why are you so sure the person is in this carriage?" the injured, brawny man interjected. "Couldn’t someone have come in from outside through the hole?" "You’re so silly," the female player cast a sidelong glance at him coquettishly, "If it was a player from the front carriage, why would they go to the trouble of coming in from the outside? Killing someone nearby would be much more convenient, wouldn’t it?" Searᴄh the NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The other players agreed with her, so now most people believed that among the ten people present, there was one cunning and murder-happy player. "Did nobody really see anyone go to the rear carriage just now?" Xu Huo asked. The blond man shook his head, "The frequency of two hundred flashes of lightning per second is too high, even if by chance the lightning was far away, you can hardly see anything in the blink of a tenth of a second, especially later on when everything was pitch black." They had a ceasefire because, as they went deeper into the storm zone and became both blind and deaf, the difficulty of the fight became meaninglessly greater. "Right now, I can only see a shadow when I look at people," the middle-aged woman hastily added. Xu Huo rubbed his eyes. His eyesight was much better, probably thanks to perfect evolution; plus, later in the transition carriage, he had kept his eyes closed. At that moment, the door of the carriage opened, and two service staff walked in. Faced with the bloody scene in the two sections of the carriage, their expressions didn’t change as they dragged the bodies from carriage number eight to the back. Xu Huo noticed that one of them paused slightly upon seeing the broken window. He said, "When we were passing through the storm zone, I saw a pair of blood-red eyes. Are there aliens in the storm zone?" The other players and the two service staff turned to look at him simultaneously. The staff member who had been paying attention to the window said, "There are aliens near the train’s travel route." A completely perfunctory answer. The two staff piled up the bodies in the back, then used a tool to clean up the remnants and blood stains from carriage number eight. Missing seats were no longer being replaced. Xu Huo pressed the dining bell. The service staff member who had given him a tour of the train the day before came. He first broadly inquired about the situation in the front carriage, confirmed that among the dead there were none with especially strange death appearances, and then brought up the red-eyed monster in the storm zone. The service staff’s hesitant expression turned enthusiastic after Xu Huo put down a thick stack of White Notes. Xu Huo placed the Silent Figurine on the table before signaling him to start talking. "The red-eyed monster you mentioned is actually a kind of alien, but this type is different from ordinary ones. They are players who were strong but devolved. So they’re stronger than ordinary aliens and have fewer restrictions. It’s not strange for them to appear anywhere." "High-level players can also devolve into aliens?" Xu Huo frowned. The service staff’s attitude was ambiguous, "Anyone can become an alien." "We usually call this type of alien Blood Alien or Butcher Carriage Monster, the destroyers of public property. They like to chase trains; they don’t eat people but love killing them—strange, isn’t it? It’s said that some trains that encountered the Pursuing Monster didn’t even have the service staff survive, tsk tsk."

Chapter 330: Butcher Carriage Monster

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