Nights grew more agonizing, especially after they discovered Xu Huo's mental state was unstable. The players in Carriage Ten had originally been deliberately isolated, but now, to guard against Carriage Eleven, the players in the carriages ahead wouldn't let Carriage Ten close its doors. They also assigned several people to enter Carriage Ten, where they kept an eye on its players as well as Xu Huo.
The players in Carriage Ten had already been ostracized. Now they were being targeted because of Xu Huo, and none of them looked happy.
When the many outnumbered the few, nobody cared about their feelings.
Perhaps everyone had been focusing too much on Carriage Eleven. In the middle of the night, a player in Carriage Three quietly died.
The player had been dead for some time before the person preparing to take over the watch found him. He'd died the same way as the previous players: a small tear had appeared in the back of his Protective Suit, his clothes were soaked, and he showed the signs of drowning.
But this time, the windows in Carriage Three weren't broken, nor had the sealed sections in Carriages Two and Seven been breached. There wasn't even any water on the floor. It was as if the player had drowned in water that had appeared out of nowhere.
"Should we do another autopsy?" someone suggested.
"It was probably the same," the man in the white suit said. "Otherwise, where would the water in the train have come from to drown him?"
"Drip! Drip!" Water suddenly sounded outside the carriage. Everyone's expression changed, and they hurried to open the windows and look outside.
It was raining.
The Alien lurking near the train was connected to water, and now it was raining again. What a coincidence.
"Looks like it