Noon.
Whistle arrived as promised.
When he saw Zhao Xun sitting at one of the tables in the Ordinary Dining Car, Whistle knew that the muscular man with a buzz cut beside him was his prospective customer for the day.
Whistle smoothed his pinkish-purple hair and sat down opposite Zhao Xun.
Before Zhao Xun could speak, he extended a hand to Wu Wei. "Hello, I'm Whistle. What should I call you?"
Wu Wei shook his hand and replied politely, "Hello, I'm Wu Wei."
Whistle was slightly surprised.
Not revealing their real names was an unspoken rule among practically every passenger on the Endless Train. He hadn't expected anyone to volunteer his full name.
Or was "Wu Wei" a fake name?
Forget it. That didn't matter.
Whether the man used his real name made no difference to Whistle.
"I know you," Whistle told Wu Wei. "You're one of the Volunteers who boarded the Endless Train in September."
Wu Wei paused in surprise. "You actually knew that?"
Then he smiled again. "A Shui said you were an information broker. It makes sense that you'd know."
"Of course. This is how I make a living, so naturally, I know more than other people." Whistle chuckled. "Most Veteran Players aren't interested in new players, but I'm different. If I collect information ahead of time, who knows when it might come in handy?"
By the end of September, he had already gathered basic information on the three surviving Volunteers.
He had some knowledge of their builds, ages, and appearances.
Still, hearing Wu Wei give his full name had surprised him.
After a pause of a few seconds, Whistle asked Wu Wei, "Why didn't your two companions come?"
"I was worried that having too many people here would make it harder to talk, and I heard