# Chapter 331: Xenomorph? Player? Flight Attendant?
"We usually call this kind of xenomorph a blood xenomorph or a train-killing monster, a destroyer of public property. They like to follow trains, don't eat people but love to kill — isn't that strange? I've heard that on some trains that encountered a train-chasing monster before, not even the staff survived. Tsk tsk."
Xu Huo wouldn't consider someone who could work on a train as a normal person either. He paused for a moment and asked, "Are there any xenomorphs that can freely control their body growth?"
The flight attendant looked at him with surprise, "How could there be such a xenomorph?"
Xu Huo didn't ask anything more. After the flight attendant left, he put away the Silent Figure and faced the curious gazes of the others in the carriage. He said, "Looks like we're unlucky — we've run into a train-killing demon."
He briefly relayed what the flight attendant had said. The player in the hat was the first to express doubt, "I've never heard of a train-killing monster."
"Didn't the flight attendant say that if you encounter one, even the train staff might be wiped out? It's normal for this information not to circulate among players," said the female player. "Because most players who encounter it die."
"Then what do we do?" the middle-aged woman quickly asked. "Aren't we in great danger?"
A whole carriage of players killed just like that. The train was only this big — where could they hide?
But the baby-faced player keenly noticed a loophole in Xu Huo's words. "Since that train-killing monster is so dangerous, how did you escape?"
"It left on its own," Xu Huo said flatly. "I just happened to see those eyes in the lightning. I don't know anything about its form or size."
"Then you're really lucky," said the skinny monkey.
Xu Huo glanced at him, "You're pretty lucky too."
Going to the tail carriage but not encountering the train-killing monster — could that be called bad luck?
The skinny monkey also realized this and his face turned ugly.
"Let's go to the carriage ahead," said the unremarkable player who had been knocked out by the skinny monkey, his voice trembling with fear. "If we keep staying here, we'll definitely be the most dangerous!"
The others felt the same way. Without much thought, they headed toward the carriage ahead.
Carriage Seven originally had fifteen people. One died last night, leaving fourteen. A thirty-seat carriage could accommodate ten more people without issue. But with so many players suddenly arriving, the original players in the carriage looked displeased. Especially the player who had been tricked by the skinny monkey — he immediately stood up.
The skinny monkey was someone who could bend when necessary. Without a second word, he knelt and begged for mercy, offering up banknotes. "Big brother, I'll return the money to you. Please go easy on me!"
That player was stunned for a moment, then looked back and asked, "What happened in the back?"
The skinny monkey seemed to have opened a floodgate of complaints. "There's a xenomorph — a train-killing monster! The players in the last carriage were all killed when passing through the thunderstorm zone. Every one of them died horribly. The flight attendant said the train-killing monster even kills train staff. How dare we stay in the back!"
Hearing such terrifying words, another player said angrily, "No wonder a whole carriage of you ran over here. Do you want to drag us into this too?"
The players in Carriage Eight secretly cursed the skinny monkey for having a big mouth, revealing the matter of the train-killing monster. How could players from other carriages accept them now?
"It's better to speak up," Xu Huo said at this moment. "At least it's better than being caught off guard. Besides, no one said the train-killing monster would definitely start from the last carriage and move forward in order."
"You make it sound so real," said a heavily made-up woman in Carriage Seven, tapping her high heels. "Have you seen it?"
"He has!" The skinny monkey immediately pointed at Xu Huo.
Several pairs of eyes in the carriage turned toward him. Xu Huo scanned them one by one, finally stopping on the man holding a black leather suitcase. "I only saw a pair of red eyes. But those eyes..."
"What?" the made-up woman subconsciously pressed.
"A bit distorted. Not like a living person's eyes," Xu Huo said.
The man with the leather suitcase averted his gaze.
"Of course, I could have been mistaken," Xu Huo added.
Seeing is believing. Two players immediately got up to check the back. When they returned, their expressions weren't good.
"From the external wounds, it looks more like something a cannibal player did," said one player with a streak of purple hair. "The killing method was clean and efficient, not like a mindless xenomorph."
"But to strike so simply and directly at so many people's vital points isn't easy either." Another player's gaze wandered among the players in Carriage Eight.
"Don't bother," said the baby-faced player. "We've already gone through a round of internal suspicion. Compared to a train-killing monster, we'd rather believe it's a player on the train. But the flight attendant has no motive to lie."
"You remind me," said the female player. "The flight attendant's words were only told to him. Everything we heard was relayed through him. And he's the only one who saw the red-eyed xenomorph."
She was naturally referring to Xu Huo. But at this moment, the golden-haired man said, "I can read lips a little. What this gentleman said isn't too different from what the flight attendant said."
Only then did the players in Carriage Seven begin to believe somewhat in the train-killing monster. But some still had doubts, including the man with the black leather suitcase. "Xenomorphs have no thinking ability. Can they really kill so cleanly?"
"The more powerful an evolver, the stronger their abilities after degeneration. Acting on instinct isn't impossible," said an elderly man in Carriage Seven. "Some people even specifically train such xenomorphs for killing or entertainment."
"What if it was done by the train staff?" the suitcase man frowned. "After all, the story about the train-killing monster came from them."
Everyone's first reaction was disbelief. To them, the staff were like NPCs on the train. There was no conflict between the two sides. Besides, the train staff were employed by the game — wouldn't destroying the train incur punishment?
Xu Huo had suspected the train staff ever since he saw the broken window.
No one from Carriage Eight went to the tail carriage, and no players from the front carriages came over either. The staff, who could pass through the dedicated passage, were highly suspicious. Even without a dedicated passage, only staff could open the train doors while it was moving.
At that time, the red-eyed monster had been startled and fled. He thought the two skin-retaining insects should have had some effect, but the possibility of killing it was very low. It might not have caused much substantial damage.
However, he soon ruled out this possibility.
The kitchen on the train was contracted by Eternal Star Restaurant, and the flight attendants should also be employed by Eternal Star Restaurant. Eternal Star Restaurant guaranteed they wouldn't serve human meat meals, which was a kind of alternative protection for players. Regardless of their purpose, at least Eternal Star Restaurant wouldn't eat people. So Eternal Star Restaurant, which boarded the train to make money, wouldn't allow their own staff to cause trouble on their turf. Cases of train-killing monsters attacking trains had occurred more than once — Eternal Star Restaurant must have screened their own people.