After I died, I became a cat

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Everyone fell silent, the train rumbled, and Uranus let out a long sob.

Not long ago, the handsome blond man who was looking at the snow in style seemed to be about to faint, but Ye Weidan showed a bewildered expression that could be called his true self.

"What?" He blinked and said, "20 years ago, the K331 accident...was there?"

He checked so much information before getting in the car, and there was really nothing related to this.

As a result, the uneasy atmosphere created by the stale air and low pressure disappeared.

"Young man," said the writer Thompson, shaking his head.

"Foreigner." Photographer Alexander also shook his head.

"I also want to ask," but His Excellency the Earl also interjected, frowning and asked, "What is this catastrophic accident?"

"You don't know?" the ex-president asked in surprise.

"You don't know?" The chairman of the transportation group was also surprised.

"Is this something that I need to know?" His Excellency the Earl asked coldly, "Do I know, is it related to our current situation?"

Then the air that moved a little bit sank again.

Ye Weidan looked up at the luggage rack, exchanged a glance with the little black cat with its head exposed, then lowered his head, and asked, "Well, can you explain in detail, Ms. Athena, what you mean is that this car will soon be Hit the station?"

The hostess Athena nodded, then shook her head again.

She put the hair that fell in front of her eyes behind her ears, and after a while she whispered: "Because of the cold and fatigue, the driver ignored the command of the control room. He entered the station too fast, derailed directly, and hit the platform. Seven people died in 320, and more than 400 people were injured... Although young people don't know much about it, no matter in the past or now, this country or the whole world, it is a very tragic and major accident. Although I am not from this country , but I happened to be an international reporter 20 years ago, and I was very concerned about this matter at that time, and even thought about doing a special report, and collected a lot of information, but it was a pity that it was not useful.”

Her explanation is more detailed than the previous one, and it makes people feel that they are on this K331.

But someone disagrees.

"Are you so sure that we are on this train?" The gang woman crossed her arms and slapped her elbow with a pistol impatiently, confronting the hostess Athena, "Why does it feel like you all accepted that you have crossed over in an instant? 20 years? This is clearly kidnapping! I know some similar methods, this car may be real, and there must be innocent people among the passengers, but let’s say we were on K20 331 years ago... Hey, I do not believe."

Obviously, her statement is more in line with common sense and easier for people to accept.

"It's true," the writer Thompson said with a smile, touching his gray hair, "Scientists have been pursuing something for so long, so I met it like this, it is simply luckier than winning a billion dollars. But if it's true... will we be the main characters? What is the theme of this story?"

"Can the kidnapping be done so realistically?" the great director Sawyer asked.

"Huh?"

The gang woman continued to slap her elbows with her pistol, and the former mayor of Kalkaborg, who was standing next to her, moved away indiscernibly and with great effort.

She raised her eyebrows and said, "What's your opinion, Mr. Director?"

"It's not a good idea," the great director Sawyer said, "Have you all squeezed in and looked around? I'm not a prop director, but I know quite a few prop directors. Even if you don't look around, it can be said that the layout of the scene is flawless. In terms of props... the instant noodles with the flavor of Neihai Tomato, Jinxing Company stopped producing it more than ten years ago."

Someone moved his nose. In the smelly air, the sweet and sour tomato smell was still obvious.

"The style of clothing is also right," the photographer Alexander raised his camera, "I have also been in the fashion industry, and I took a lot of photos just now. To be honest, I can't tell that anyone is performing at all."

Director Sawyer nodded.

Of course he knows best whether there is a performance or not.

"What you said, what kind of props and instant noodles taste, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can do it," the gang woman retorted, "Tricking a group of people into the car, and letting them not know that they are being cheated, of course, no acting skills are needed gone."

"What are they spending so much effort on?" the hostess was dissatisfied.

"Hmph, the people standing here, isn't it worth their effort?" The gang woman looked around the crowd and asked.

Earl Arnold snorted coldly. The chairman of the transportation group with a net worth of tens of billions rolled the wedding ring on his ring finger with an anxious expression on his face, not to mention retired civil servants like the president and former mayor. There.

Great director, singer, star-studded entertainer.

Great writers, famous hosts, masters of nature photography who have won international awards many times, and retired world champions are also not to be taken lightly.

Among this group of people, Ye Weidan, who is not worthy of other people's waste of effort, tried hard to reduce his own existence, but unfortunately, with his current tonnage, he really couldn't succeed.

Props and sets with a similar degree of completion are worth at most one or two hundred million, but if you really control these eleven people, no, just controlling one of the eleven people can get far more rewards than that.

If this kind of kidnapping is really the case, their current situation may be very dangerous.

But no matter how dangerous it is, it will not be more dangerous than traveling to a death train 20 years ago.

Now that there is one more theory of kidnapping with reasonable evidence, several of the 11 people have relaxed.

For example, the king of heaven, Bunyan, looked better and asked, "Is it really kidnapping?"

The hostess sighed and said, "It's not sure yet, whether it's kidnapping or time travel, we need to find more evidence..."

"keep the change."

The world champion who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke.

This quiet thin man looked out of the window, which was the snowy field under the sunset.

Of course there is no sunset, heavy snow is falling, and the world is as dark as night. Because of this, the small piece of flickering lights is more eye-catching than in other environments.

"My hometown," the world champion whispered, he is a pure native, "Campbell Village, Campbell Village 20 years ago, now the biggest house in the village is my home."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Lantern Village was already left behind by the speeding train.

"Are you sure you see it clearly?" The gang woman tilted her mouth.

The world champion looked away without even looking at her, and returned to the quiet one-person world.

Everyone fell silent, and the hostess asked, "What should we do next?"

She just asked it, just like she asked the guests on the show, but unlike the scripted show, she knew that no one could answer the question at this moment.

Unexpectedly, since just now, the former president, who rarely expressed his opinions, came out to speak.

"The cause of the accident was the driver's fatigue?" he said logically. "Then we should go see the driver."

"what……"

A few people exclaimed, wondering why they hadn't thought of this sooner.

Regardless of whether the crossing is real or the kidnapping is real, going to see the driver can solve the problem.

"Let's go," said the ex-president, Bertram Oliver, calmly. "Staying here won't solve the problem."

After saying that, he turned around first, and squeezed through the crowd with a fearless attitude.

No matter what other people thought, they followed suit at this moment.Ye Weidan fell to the end because of the tonnage.

He felt something fall on his shoulder, and then a warm and soft fur was attached to his neck.

In reality, Ye Weidan suddenly trembled.

He has died in the game, and he has been intimate with people according to the investigation needs, but to say that a game character can empathize with people... No, it is impossible, especially for the increasingly fast-paced mobile game industry.

But at this moment, Ye Weidan in reality could really feel a mass of warm fur sticking to the side of his neck, and even feel the natural trembling of that small body due to the beating of the heart.

such a small bunch...

It's his brother...

Ye Weidan sat up straight suddenly, but he didn't turn on the camera, otherwise the audience in the live broadcast room could see his blushing face.

"Ahem," Ye Weidan, who couldn't use the team channel to communicate, cleared his throat, "...brother?"

"Huh?" Chen Erhuang's deep voice seemed to ring in his ears.

A few more familiar viewers started tipping, but Ye Weidan had no time to take care of it.

He exhausted his self-control to control himself, not rubbing his red ears, and asked in a low voice, "I didn't see lychee honey, what should we do next?"

Chen Erhuang didn't notice his small movements, he actually only looked at the people in front of him.

[Psychological test, what do you think she is hiding?]

[Psychological test, this person seems a little flustered]

[Psychological test, there seems to be something wrong with what he said]

Ah, I don't know whether it is true or not, the little black cat rolled its eyes.

But Chen Erhuang is a policeman. He has been observing the expressions of these eleven people without the participation of the system and dice. He has his own conclusions about what they say.

"Come on, don't fall," he said.

"It's useless to find a driver, right?" Ye Weidan said, "If all this is done by half a typewriter, the driver probably won't know anything. You should find a half typewriter."

"Have you ever wondered why half of the typewriters are hidden in the Orient?" Chen Erhuang asked him.

"Well," Ye Weidan thought for a while, "if it's just a dead thing, then the Orient is just a place where it randomly arrived."

"If it's a dead thing," Chen Erhuang said, "PU won't arrange a ticket and worry about finding it."

"...Li Jufu." Ye Weidan had to agree, "So?"

"So, does everything that's happening now look like a classic plot in a mystery novel?" Chen Erhuang asked him back.

"...You know I don't like reading." Ye Weidan whispered.

Chen Erhuang smiled.

"I like exquisite mystery novels...Adan, if this is a novel, the appearance of every character has a role, no matter how cumbersome he looks, the author only let him appear for a purpose."

"...so so?"

"So you have to understand the author's intentions, for example, who is that, it's really hard to remember the names of foreigners."

The little black cat raised its head, with its chin pointing a little forward, and its eyes were piercing.

He looked in that direction, and it was Bunian, the king of heaven who quietly let himself fall behind.

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Thank you all for the nourishment!

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