Chapter 331: Alien? Player? Flight Attendant?

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Chapter 331: Chapter 331: Alien? Player? Flight Attendant?Anyone who could work on the train, Xu Huo wouldn’t consider them normal, he paused before asking, "Is there any alien that can freely control its body growth?" The attendant looked at him strangely, "How could there be such an alien?" Xu Huo didn’t ask anything more. After the attendant left, he put away the Silent Figurine and faced the curious gazes of the other passengers in the carriage. He said, "It seems we’re out of luck; we’ve encountered a Train Butcher Ghost." He briefly recounted what the attendant had said. The player wearing the hat was the first to express suspicion, "I’ve never heard of a Butcher Carriage Monster." "Didn’t the attendant say that once encountered, it could mean annihilation for even the train personnel? It’s quite normal for this information not to be circulated among players," the female player said. "Because most players who encounter it end up dead." "So what do we do now?" the middle-aged woman asked anxiously. "Aren’t we in great danger?" A player gets killed in one carriage, and the train is only so big; where could they hide? The baby-faced player, however, keenly picked up on a loophole in Xu Huo’s words, "If that Butcher Carriage Monster is so dangerous, how did you escape?" "It left on its own," Xu Huo said indifferently. "I just happened to see those eyes in the lightning; I don’t know anything about its form or size." "Then you’re really lucky," Skinny Monkey said. Xu Huo glanced at him, "You’re also not unlucky." He didn’t encounter the Butcher Carriage Monster after heading to the last carriage. Could you say that was bad luck? Skinny Monkey also realized this point and his complexion turned somewhat ugly. "Let’s go to the carriage up front," the inconspicuous player who Skinny Monkey had knocked out suggested fearfully. "If we continue to stay here, we’ll definitely be the most at risk!" The others were of the same mind, so without much thought, they headed towards the front carriage. S~eaʀᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The seventh carriage originally had fifteen people. One died last night, leaving fourteen. The carriage with thirty seats could accommodate ten more people without a problem, but the arrival of so many players displeased the original occupants, especially the player who had been duped by Skinny Monkey, who immediately stood up. Skinny Monkey was someone who could bend or stretch as needed. Without a word, he knelt and begged for mercy, offering banknotes, "Big brother, I’ll give back the money, please spare me!" The player was taken aback for a moment, then looked back and asked, "What happened back there?" As if opening the floodgates, Skinny Monkey lamented, "There was an alien, a Butcher Carriage Monster! The players in the last carriage were all killed while passing through the Storm Zone, each of them died horribly. The attendant said the Butcher Carriage Monster would kill even the train staff; how dare we stay behind!" Hearing his terrifying tale, another player became impatient, "No wonder all of you from one carriage ran over here. Are you trying to drag us down with you?" The players from the eighth carriage were annoyed with Skinny Monkey’s loose lips for revealing the Butcher Carriage Monster’s existence. How could other carriages’ players accept them now? "It’s better to say it out loud," Xu Huo spoke up, "At least it’s better than being killed without warning. Besides, no one said that the Butcher Carriage Monster would definitely start from the last carriage and move forward in order." "You talk as if it’s real," a woman from the seventh carriage, wearing heavy makeup, tapped her high heels, "Have you seen it?" "He saw it!" Skinny Monkey immediately pointed at Xu Huo. Several pairs of eyes in the carriage turned towards him. Xu Huo scanned over them, eventually resting his gaze on the man holding the black suitcase, "I only saw a pair of red eyes, but those eyes..." "What about them?" the heavily made-up woman asked reflexively. "They looked a bit distorted, not like the eyes of a living person," Xu Huo said, pausing before adding, "Of course, I could have also been mistaken, aliens and humans are quite different." The man carrying the suitcase looked away. Seeing is believing, so two players went to check the back, returning with uneasy expressions. "The wounds suggest the work of a Cannibal Player more than an irrational alien," the player with a streak of purple hair said. "The killing methods were clean and efficient." "But to simply and neatly target the vitals of so many people is not an easy feat either," another person’s gaze lingered on the players from the eighth carriage. "Stop fussing," the baby-faced player said. "We’ve already gone through an internal round of suspicion. We, of course, would prefer to believe it’s a player on board, but the attendant doesn’t have any motive to lie." "You reminded me," the female player spoke up, "The attendant only spoke to him, and we heard it all through his interpretation. Moreover, only he has seen the red-eyed alien." Of course, she was referring to Xu Huo, but at this moment, the blond man said, "I can read a bit of lip-reading, and what this gentleman conveyed isn’t far off from what the attendant said." It was then that the players in the seventh carriage started to somewhat believe in the Train Butcher Ghost, although some were still skeptical, like the man holding the black suitcase, "Aliens don’t have cognitive abilities, can they really kill so efficiently?" "The more powerful an Evolver becomes, the stronger their abilities are in regression, acting on instinct is not impossible," an elderly man in the seventh carriage said. "In fact, some people train such aliens specifically to kill or for entertainment." "What do you think, could it be done by someone from the train staff?" the man with the suitcase furrowed his brows, "After all, we heard about the Butcher Carriage Monster from them." The first reaction of the people present was disbelief. To them, the train staff were like NPCs on the train, with no conflicting interests. Besides, the train staff were employed by the game; wouldn’t they be punished for causing harm to the train? Xu Huo had doubted the train staff from the moment he saw the broken train window. No one from the eighth carriage went to the tail, and no players from the other carriages came to them. The staff, who could pass through the dedicated channels, were highly suspicious. Even without dedicated channels, only staff could open the doors while the train was moving. At the time, the red-eyed creature fled in fright, and he thought the two Liupi Worms might have had an effect. However, the chance that they had killed it was very low, and they likely didn’t cause any substantial damage. However, he soon dismissed this possibility. The train’s kitchen was contracted to Yongxing Restaurant, and the attendants were also likely employed by Yongxing Restaurant. Yongxing Restaurant guaranteed not to serve human flesh as food, which was an alternative form of insurance for players. Regardless of the motive, at least Yongxing Restaurant did not practice cannibalism, and if there was a bottom line, then there must be comprehensive rules. Yongxing Restaurant, which came onboard to earn money, would not allow its employees to cause trouble on their own turf. The Butcher Carriage Monster had attacked trains more than once, and Yongxing Restaurant must have investigated their own people. If the Butcher Carriage Monster were a person, the chances of avoiding such scrutiny were almost nonexistent. Besides, based on the staff’s comments, Butcher Carriage Monster incidents had happened in various places, and there should also be temporal overlaps. Therefore, the likelihood of it being the train staff was very low.

Chapter 331: Alien? Player? Flight Attendant?

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