Murder on the Tracks

Murder on the Tracks

"What's the point of knowing when it originated?" Unlucky Face said. "Wormhole Points have already reached E. Who knows how many there are before that? At least a hundred or two hundred years' worth. Knowing won't help us."

"Not necessarily," Yan Jiayu said. "Maybe we can travel through time."

Unlucky Face smiled. "Don't kid yourself. Time travel doesn't exist. If it did, do you think those Super Players and High-level Players wouldn't want to turn back time?"

"Fair point." Yan Jiayu sounded perfectly relaxed. "But thinking that way doesn't hurt us at all. If we can turn back time, we can go back to before the game began. If we can't, at least we can hold on to hope until we know the final outcome. Either way, we've got nothing to lose."

The others fell quiet for a moment. The old man was the first to laugh heartily. "That's right, that's right! Hope is better than no hope!"

"Making the best of a bad situation," the knitting female player murmured, her head lowered.

Xu Huo remained silent.

Under the lights, the players chatted for a while before settling down to rest.

Close to midnight, a few people set off along the tracks one after another: two men and two women.

They walked out of the illuminated area. Everyone knew what they were up to. Two male players got up with interest, intending to join in, but after taking only a few steps, they suddenly attacked a nearby player. He had drawn in his legs to make room, but was caught off guard and slashed on the arm. He rolled over and used an item against them—two balloons covered their heads and rapidly tightened!

"Pfft! Pfft!" The balloons burst in no time. The two players lunged at