After I died, I became a cat

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Orient train, No.13 car, bar.

Yes, that's right, like a luxury vacation cruise, there's a bar on the Oryd train.

There are bar counters and high round chairs, as well as small soft fabric sofas with teak low tables. Whether you are sitting at the bar counter and drinking alone, or leaning on the sofa and watching the scenery flying outside the window, it is an indescribable enjoyment.

Maybe everyone thinks so. When Chen Erhuang and Ye Weidan followed the hostess Athena Kerry into this compartment, they found that it was almost full.

"Athena," a tall, thin old man with gray hair like a turtledove at the bar raised his goblet towards her and raised his voice, "Did your notebook suffer too?"

"I can't believe who did this kind of thing," Athena said to the old man, the winner of the Rhododendron Literary Award and the great writer Thompson Fergus, complaining, "I still have some work to relax I'm doing it while I'm at it, and it looks like I won't have anything to do until the next stop."

Seems to have a good relationship with the hostess, the great writer shrugged and complained about her instead, "What a workaholic lady, she actually treats work as relaxation. If life is not in a hurry, I think it is more beneficial to relax your brain during the journey. Inspiration emerges."

"I don't think your life is urgent enough, Mr. Fergus," Alexander, the master photographer sitting on the other side of the bar, waved his mobile phone, "I have to post what I just said on Facebook Come on, let the fans urge the third part of the Dark Nebula for me!"

"Send it." Thompson Fergus showed a kind and tolerant smile.

"Not anyway." Athena Kerry laughed.

"Haha," Thompson Fergus also laughed, and said after a while, "I have an idea about the new book. Look, twelve celebrities, some of them with their families, got on the same train. In the snowstorm - spent four days and three nights together. But after driving for less than an hour, they returned to their room and found that the notebooks they were carrying with them were split in half for some unknown reason - oh, that Does the Mr. World Champion, who has never been here, bring a notebook?"

Nobody knew, and the world champion was clearly a loner.

After Chen Erhuang and Ye Weidan came in, they sat down at the only empty low table, and Chen Erhuang hid under the table.Then one cat and one pricked up their ears, using successful Listen checks to listen to the conversation going on in the entire carriage.

Noticing the writer's words, Chen Erhuang slapped Ye Weidan on the back hard.

Ye Weidan was taken aback and stopped his feet abruptly.

The sofa under his buttocks was dragged with a loud noise, causing everyone to look at him.

But when they saw him, most people frowned and looked away. As for Ye Weidan's repeated apologies, no one listened seriously.

But the oldest writer nodded to him, expressing that he didn't care about the interruption just now.So Ye Weidan, who had been treated coldly after he came in, had an earnest smile on his face, and ran to the bar and sat down.

"Master Fergus!" he said, "I just heard you mention the new book and Mr. Campbell. I saw it."

The three people at the bar looked at him, and Ye Weidan tried his best to put on that kind of flattering tone—it was really not easy given his acting skills—and said, “I walked here with the sheriff, and Mr. Campbell is in the car in front of me. I saw his notebook, it was also split in two, I thought it was dropped!"

"How could it be possible to fall like this." The photographer pressured Shanda to take another sip of wine.

"You can't cut it like this with a knife," said the hostess Athena. "It's really weird. It was fine when I put it in the suitcase yesterday."

"Mysterious incident!" The writer Thompson was enthusiastic. "So it's worth writing about! By the way, what about you, did you and your girlfriend bring a laptop to the car?"

"I brought it, but I haven't taken it out yet. My girlfriend is sleeping. I'll call her and let her see it."

"Hey," the writer Thompson called him, "since she is sleeping, there is no need to wake her up. You don't have to go back, come, sit here, and drink with us old people. To be honest, there are a few more in the traveling companions." A lucky little guest is fun too."

"Poor Jennifer," the photographer spread her hands, "she was fine when we met yesterday."

The little black cat, the culprit who caused the actress to get sick, stood at the photographer's feet without guilt.

He didn't bother Ye Weidan who had already entered the interior, glanced at the singer Bunian who was still standing in the viewing car at the back, and then looked at the other two small groups in this small space.

Former President Bertram, with a big hooked nose, was chatting with His Excellency the Earl from Rhodopyroxene Isle... No, it should be said that he was flattering His Excellency the Earl, while the former mayor of Calcaburg was To pave the steps for him, the cooperation of the two former civil servants was excellent, and he deserved to be someone who got mixed up in the officialdom and could retire safely.

Your Excellency the Count flattered dispensably, and he was in neither a good nor a bad mood.Of course, his attitude is gentle and polite, the kind of gentleness and politeness that pulls the distance away and tells you that we are not of the same class.

People in the shopping mall are sitting on the other side. Wesley, the chairman of the transportation group, and his wife, are feeding me a piece of cake, and I will share a piece of cake with you. These two guys don't understand the happiness of single dogs at all.

The great director Sawyer also sat at a table with a woman, but that woman should have nothing to do with him.

Chen Erhuang looked at the fat and tall woman who seemed too strong.

Baxter's vice president, Ms. Sophie.

She is indeed a public figure and rich, but her fame may not be as good as the character card that Ye Weidan and Li Zhimi are using at the moment.

As for the size of Baxter, that's about it.Unlike the transportation group, it is closely related to the opening of this luxury travel train.When Chen Erhuang saw the list and passenger information earlier, he was a little surprised why this is also the first time to open a passenger.

But now he understood.

"Meow."

The little black cat narrowed its eyes.

It seems that just like the news Li Zhimi heard, some gangs in Calcaburg have contributed a lot to the opening of the Orient.

This woman is a gang glove.

"People with completely irrelevant identities, right?" the writer said to Ye Weidan, "In this group of people, some of them I know, and some of them are very unfamiliar. It's hard to imagine that we came from all over the world and gathered together in this car. ...I have already figured out what your character's name is!"

"My honor!" Ye Weidan said excitedly, although he was a little bit late, "When this book comes out, can I ask you to sign it!"

"Thompson," the hostess Athena said suddenly, "if you dare to write me in, you will die."

"Why not?" The great writer laughed.

Photographer Alexander was also very interested, and interjected: "I want a handsome guy, a handsome guy of Huber Island descent, preferably younger, remember to add three girlfriends to me."

"Three is too much..."

"Mr. Fergus," His Excellency the Earl who was sitting on the sofa by the window looked over suddenly, "If you must write, please don't add me."

"I think it's very interesting," former President Bertram said, "Mr. Fergus, if there is a role for me, I can just use my name. In this way, readers who read your book in the next few decades will be able to read it." I saw the note behind my name—'The prototype is the president of XXX·XX of XX country, who was retired at that time', haha."

"That's right," the former mayor of Calcaburg also said, "In the future, my grandson will read your book, and I will be able to show off to him."

"I'll buy a collector's edition." The chairman of the transportation group said to his wife, "isn't it, dear?"

"It feels very suitable to make a movie," the great director Sawyer said, "Please give me the right to adapt."

"I'm not interested," said the gang woman, "don't add me."

"Understood, understood," the writer Thompson said with a smile, "If you have any requirements, please ask now, but don't say a word after I start writing."

Someone laughed, and the atmosphere in the car was very relaxed. Obviously, no one took their notebook cracked seriously.

There is no surveillance in their room, but there is in the corridor of the train.The conductor of the train has already promised to catch the criminal. The criminal sneaked up to commit the crime while the train was at the station, and then escaped before driving. people catch.

Nothing terrible.

It is even said that this matter is much better than other ordinary things as a talking point.

"What a big heart." Ye Weidan said in the team channel.

"Did you notice a point of information in what they said?" Chen Erhuang asked him.

"?"

"Everyone sitting here has touched their cracked laptop, but nothing seems to have happened."

"..." Thinking that the next step is to look at the notebooks one by one, Ye Weidan, who was playing to find fault with everyone, realized, "Yes, if half of the typewriter touches it, it will automatically start typing."

"From the current information, if half of the typewriters are disguised as notebooks, then the ones in their hands are not genuine. When we go back and check the computers in our luggage bags, if we touch them, nothing will happen..."

"It means that we didn't find this mysterious trace at all." Ye Weidan raised his forehead.

"However, splitting up more than a dozen laptops in a row is logically unlikely to be something that humans would do. It must be related to half a laptop... no, half a typewriter," Chen Erhuang said, "We want... Meow? "

Meow.

He hugged Chen Erhuang with both hands.

The singer Bunyan, whose shoulders were covered with snowflakes in his hair, walked into the bar car, hugged the cat in his cold hands, and exclaimed, "It's so warm."

A waiter in a tuxedo served the singer with a cup of hot water.

"We have entered the mountains." The king of heaven explained the reason for his entry. "The wind is stronger than that on the flat ground."

"You are the only one standing outside," the writer Thompson said. He looked at the little black cat that was hugged and motionless, and said with a smile, "I even forgot that there is such a thing in the car." A little guest, it must be given an important role."

"what?"

Having not heard their previous discussion, the king of heaven was a little puzzled.

And Chen Erhuang was thinking about whether he should struggle out.

Just then, in this very compartment, two creatures heard voices that no one else could hear.

It was a dice that fell.

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I'm crazy, I decided to write twelve original NPCs with names and surnames in one copy, or foreigners.