The carriage gradually fell quiet. Since no one could convince or recruit anyone else, all the players had no choice but to keep their distance and ensure their own safety.
Under the circumstances, no one could rest. Any movement drew sidelong glances from the others, and the atmosphere remained tense.
Nothing happened for the first few hours, and the carriages ahead and behind stayed quiet. But half an hour before the sticker doll's prediction that they would enter an area teeming with Aliens, commotion came from the rear carriage door. Two soft snips sounded, like scissors cutting through paper.
"Tap..." The rear carriage door drooped to the floor like a piece of cloth. Then several small pairs of scissors flew over from the Transfer Carriage. As if they could home in on their targets, they spun through the doorway and attacked the person closest to it.
Xu Huo, the Fire-Lending Player, and the Buzz-Cut Player were all near the rear door, making them the scissors' first targets. But Xu Huo had shut the door in advance and raised a defensive barrier, trapping the scissors in the aisle.
That didn't stop them from attacking altogether. Once their initial momentum was gone, the little scissors began firing wind blades at the barrier. With a series of snips, tiny cracks appeared across its surface. Even these minor attacks were enough to shatter it completely within seconds. A storm of needle-fine projectiles followed. The needles could not only injure people but also stitch their bodies directly to objects inside the carriage. In just a few seconds, the Fire-Lending Player and the Buzz-Cut Player, whose defenses had been cut through, were dragged into their compartments, their hands or feet sewn to the furnishings.
Xu Huo kept his room door slightly ajar. After blocking the incoming