The Train Slayer
"How is that possible?" the blond man spoke first. "The Aliens along the train tracks usually travel in packs, and they generally don't appear during the day. Besides, Aliens eat people."
None of the corpses at the scene had been missing any body parts.
"Why do you say that?" asked another man, an elegant-looking middle-aged gentleman.
"There shouldn't be any Players this strong in the same carriage," Xu Huo said. "Almost all of these people were killed by brute force, which would take considerable strength. Even a Cannibal Player of the same level shouldn't be capable of this."
"He has a point. It wouldn't be easy to kill all the Players in this carriage within two hours, either," the gentleman said.
In fact, there hadn't been anywhere near two hours. Strictly speaking, it might not even have been half an hour.
Skinny Monkey had been in this carriage before. He clearly knew one of the Players here, which was why he'd been so shocked to see the bodies scattered across the floor and had immediately checked for survivors.
At least, no one in this carriage had died before he returned from the Rear Carriage.
From the moment the Player who'd fought the Paper Beast was killed, less than half an hour had passed. Apart from Skinny Monkey, no one from the eighth passenger carriage—the one Xu Huo was in—had gone to the Rear Carriage. No Players had come from the carriages up front, either. There was an employee passage beside the carriage, but it wasn't open to Players.
"That doesn't rule out a High-level Player getting on the train," the baby-faced Player said, glancing at Xu Huo.
"High-level Players wouldn't be here." The female Player rolled her eyes. "There are two major Stations along this line, with