I didn't expect it to be delayed due to the weather. ”

McLeo Wu, who was sitting in the dining car, muttered to himself.

When it snowed last night, he thought it was a little strange, but he didn't pay attention to it, but now, it was surprising that the heavy snow would cause problems on the train.

Originally, they were supposed to arrive at the next supply depot tonight, the town of Mulholland, the easternmost part of the Trans-Western Sea Commercial Community, where MI5 support would arrive, and the next few days would be a little easier.

Of course, after dealing with the suspected "twilight wolf" promotion last night, McLeo Wu no longer has such a sense of urgency in his mentality, but simply feels habitual anxiety about the train delay.

He and his companion, the gray-haired Philo Young, sat in the dining car and watched the train staff busily walk around outside, leaving deep footprints on the thick snow.

Little Nala wanted to get off the train and play in the snow, but for safety reasons, Macro Wu rejected the proposal, and the little one could only sit by the window and watch the train conductors with interest.

If this is driving an excavator, I can watch it for a day.

At the same time, in the private room, Bai Ge, who was also looking at the scene outside, thought that he asked for a cup of warm coffee and came back, but did not rush to drink it, but held the cup to warm his palms, and by the way, looked at the newspaper he bought from the conductor before.

The Pan-Western Sea Parliament is about to be held in May, and this time it seems to involve the change of the speaker and the change of the council members, so the related news began to occupy the newspaper headlines as early as January, Bai Ge looked at it for a while, feeling dizzy, politics is really a headache, he read a recent news about the crime of alchemy dolls, and then put down the newspaper and looked out the window.

As it stands, the train is not promising.

Trapped in an unfamiliar platform by a blizzard, unable to start for a while, and there are threatened targets and upgraders on the train, as well as possible attackers.

It is good material for a Blizzard Villa murder case.

But......

Bai Ge thought back to the situation of the four people sitting by the window when he went to the dining car just now, especially the situation of the two upgraders.

Although Macro-Wu was a little tired, the vigilance in his eyes disappeared a lot, more of a calmness, he used his right hand significantly less, and his balance when holding the cup was a little worse than yesterday, was it because he was injured last night?

Enemies that need to be dealt with by an upgrader that need to be injured are most likely also an upgrader.

And Philo Young, who has a noticeably more smile and is not as attentive to the passengers around him as he was yesterday, seems to be relieved.

This shows that some kind of crisis that oppresses them has been resolved, and the two of them are maintaining a relatively vigilant state at the moment, but they have relaxed a lot?

Well? The one they dealt with last night was the real attacker?

Bai Ge's mind flickered, and it took him more than ten minutes to finish the coffee, and then he was ready to go back to the dining car for another cup.

...

...

Macron Wu closed his notes, he had just finished recording yesterday, and when he looked at the time, it was almost time for lunch, and the number of passengers in the dining car had increased, and it had become a lot more noisy, and the smell of food and wine was permeating.

"If nothing had gone wrong, we would have been on our way by now."

Macron Wu muttered to himself.

"Haha, I kind of miss my mom's mashed potatoes and fish and chips."

Philo Young said rather relaxedly.

"Are you sure your mother made it and not just bought a half-finished product and heated it?"

Macro-Wu raised an eyebrow, as if he knew something about it.

"It's all the same flavor anyway...... I don't know if there's anything like it here......"

Joking, Philo Young prepares to get up and ask for a menu.

At this point, one of the passengers stood up, seemingly trying to go to the bathroom, but as he passed Professor Henrik and Nala's seats, he seemed to trip over something and fell forward.

In a hurry, the passenger grabbed Philo Yang's clothes, and at the same time, the other hand tried to put it on the table to stabilize his body, but the hand accidentally touched the knife and fork on the table, and for a while, the sharp cutlery flew up and flew towards Philo Yang.

“！”

Philo Young was startled, and for a moment he didn't know whether to use his ability to dodge, but soon, he came back to his senses, sat back with his buttocks, stretched his hand forward, and grabbed the fallen dinner knife.

As for the fork, it landed on the seat and immediately fell to the ground with a sound.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

The guest was one of four young men and women who had gone to spend the night in the town last night, perhaps because they were too tired last night to walk on their feet.

"It's okay."

Philo Young lifted the other party up and answered.

Macro-Wu frowned slightly, in the eyes of others, it may be that he was dissatisfied with the passenger's unsteady walking, but in fact, he had just checked a little to see if the passenger was exuding malice against them.

The result is, no!

It was all an accident.

As he thought about it, he saw a waiter with a kettle of hot tea hit by a passenger who suddenly got up, and the hot water suddenly splashed towards their location.

“！”

Makerow Wu hurriedly dodged, but behind him, another passenger crashed into him in a panic, making it difficult for him to escape.

Poof-

The hot tea was poured on Makero Wu's body, and the tea that was supposed to be just kept at a high temperature seemed to have turned into boiling water that had just been boiled due to the waiter's mistake, and for a while, Makero Wu covered his face and let out a low sorrowful sound.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm ......"

The waiter panicked and lowered himself to check on Makero Wu's injuries, but was quickly stopped by Philo Young.

"Don't move yet."

Philo Young raised his hand, ready to help his colleague, but an inexplicable bump in the carpet caused him to stumble and fall to the side, and if he hadn't dodged, Philo Young's head would hit the corner of the table, his head would be bleeding, and he would even die on the spot!

“...”

As soon as Philo Young's thoughts turned, the corner of the table in front of him seemed to suddenly shorten a little, rubbing his head, and failing to hit the intended position.

Plop –

He fell to the ground in such a bad position.

At the same time, the gray-haired old man, who was sitting at the table behind Professor Henrik and Nala, wanted to see what was happening, and he stood up, and the chair pushed forward, and it hit Nala's chair right now, causing the little girl to fall forward for a moment.

Professor Henrik, who was about to hold his granddaughter, was blocked by the messy table and chair, and his arm hit the back of the chair, making a painful sound.

"Need help?"

Several eager passengers stood up and tried to help the hapless Philo Young and Macron Wu and others.

"Wait!"

Makerow Wu shouted, causing everyone to subconsciously stop their actions.

Miscalculated......

Makerow Wu has grasped the essence of the problem in his heart.

At this moment, all the people in the carriage actually had no ill will towards the four of them.

The series of events that just happened were just accidents caused by pure chance.

Yes, by chance.

Everything is accidental, but it is not accidental.

Because when a small probability event occurs continuously, it means that someone must be behind it.

In other words, the attackers are still there, and, are trying to kill them!

Macron Wu suddenly realized.

At the beginning, a first-order upgrader was sent to invade in a lame way to confirm that Macro Wu and the others were the targets of the other party, and at the same time to test the abilities of the two of them, and it was also a foreshadowing test.

With the first foreshadowing, the fact that there was a good upgrader last night made it easy for McCrow to think that "Twilight Wolf" had already made a move, and after solving it, he let his guard down.

After all, under normal circumstances, no one would use a second-order ascender with good strength as tentative cannon fodder.

So, now that Makero Wu and the others thought that the threat had been cleared, it was the best time to assassinate!

At the same time, the ability used by the other party was to use the passengers of this car and the assassination carried out by ordinary people, so that McCoe Wu and Philo Young could not use it at will.

A young man playing poker might knock them into a chair, a fat merchant might have a knife in his hand and plunge it into their chests, a waiter serving a plate might smash a plate and splinter and cut their skin, and even the old man, his cane might break and pierce their heart.

At this moment, in this carriage, others are hell.

Is this the Twilight Wolf, the assassin who has never missed a beat, step by step, cautiously......

Macro-Wu tried to sense the malice around him, but the passengers were panicked and unscathed, leaving him confused for a moment.

Even the killing intent is concealed, and it is impossible for the outside to know what is happening in this carriage, is this a real assassination?

Where, exactly?

Where the hell are the assassins?

McCro Wu knew that if the passengers were allowed to continue moving, he and the other four would definitely face more "coincidences" and "accidental" accidents, and eventually die here.

In this carriage, everyone is a murderer.

Seeing that the reminder just now had lost its effect, and several passengers had already stood up and looked at this side, McCro Wu gritted his teeth, ready to use his ability to put these passengers to sleep temporarily - this is the ability he acquired in the second order, it is a simple hint of psychology, but he has only used this ability to hypnotize up to five people, and now in the face of the dining car with at least twelve passengers and waiters besides them, McCro Wu is not very hopeful.

As for Philo Young, as the creator archetype upgrader, he can play a very limited role without prior preparation and arrangement.

Just when the people in the originally stalled food truck were about to start moving again, and the hidden killing intent was about to consume Macron Wu.

The door of the dining car was pushed open.

A man in a Pan Western Sea style affordable suit is standing in the doorway with an empty cup.

For a moment, everyone's attention was drawn to him.

Makerow Wu quickly recognized the other party: Yassen Hercule!

"Huh?"

Bai Ge had just walked into the dining car when he sensed a smell that was wrong.

It smells of crime.

What is amazing is that before opening this door, Bai Ge didn't even anticipate all this in advance, as if this carriage had become a closed theater, and no one from the outside world could detect it, which was slightly different from the "silent world", or more advanced and did not make people feel discordant.

He saw on the ground, sitting in the doorway, burned by boiling water, Philo Young falling to the ground, Professor Henrik holding his granddaughter Nala, and ten other passengers, two waiters.

He was like a crowd of passers-by who had strayed into a grand party.

But Bai Ge immediately understood what was going on.

So he smiled, lifted his monocle, and said to Macro-Wu, who had fallen to the ground.

"Need help?"