Infinite Stream: Fox Cub's Black Cat Gachapon Game

The square, jewel-like golden box was filled with dried corn kernels and peas, mixed with a lot of grains.

There is clear small print on the top of the lid:

[Special feed for first-class handsome pigeons

Ingredients: Things pigeons love to eat].

He took one out and put it to his nose to sniff it, then looked at the owner of the room:

"You keep pigeons?"

"I don't raise them. I just feed them when I see them begging for food."

Gong Chi paused, then added meaningfully, "If I were to raise one, I'd prefer a furry ball...a softer kind."

What furry ball? Does he have some hidden meaning? Wenren Fox Cub pointed at the three little black cats. There were only black "little coal balls" here.

Relying on the retained relevant memory, he skillfully opened the prop panel, and in the temporary prop bar lay a gray-blue bird feather.

Wenren Fox Cub tried to stuff the box of pigeon food into the temporary space.

[Do you want to add "First-class pigeon special feed" to the temporary prop column?]

"Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the resistance decreased, and the fox claw pressed the box and continued to push it in.

[Props are being stored. Mr. Little Mermaid, please do not place suspicious items violently, meow... please...]

The pigeon food turned into a flat icon, but for some reason it went wrong and squeezed out a notebook from the next compartment.

A pink pig with a hair dryer's distinctive nose smiles on the cover.

The content on the opened page was blurry, as if it was covered with a thick layer of mosaic and soaked in water, but the dark marks showed that there was actually something written on it.

He slowly turned the pages of paper that did not reveal any information at all, and the tail unconsciously came to his mouth.

The fox stuck out its tongue and stroked its tail hair, and the gold in its pupils dimmed.

Even though it was something I took out from my own item column, I couldn't remember the slightest bit about it.

A man's face came closer, carrying a scent and temperature that made the fox want to get closer involuntarily.

The big fox was puzzled. This feeling was too strange. This person must be a vixen.

"One hundred and seven."

Gong Chi read out a number and his eyes stopped at the end of the page where his claws were pressed.

Perhaps because a number cannot reveal much information, the mosaic on this page is extremely perfunctory.

The "107" at the end is not even vague at all, it's very clear.

After moving the claws away, there was a round fox head and a little heart that was so exaggerated that it seemed to jump out of the page.

The big fox's ears were almost pressed together and were about to become one ear.

But I can't help but feel empty in my head, I can't think of anything...

Although the other contents are not clear, the layout and symbols of this count...

No matter how I look at it, it seems like Brother Yi An taught him how to choose a partner...

But isn't the full score 100? How come he got 107...

The big fox was anxious.

The big fox is shedding its fur.

The big fox jumped back and forth.

Gong Chi looked at the three simple symbols, rubbing his furry paws back and forth on the numbers, almost puncturing the paper: "Does this number have a special meaning?"

"Yep."

It seems like I'm in love, but I'm not sure.

It’s special enough.

After saying that, he put his tail on the notebook, completely covering up the scribbles on it.

How could this person openly peek at the fox's little notebook?

Gong Chi reached out his hand and pretended to take the furry ball away.

The Wenren fox cub lay flat on his back and hugged the big furry ball tightly. At the same time, the whole fox lay on the opened paper, squinting its eyes and looking back vigilantly.

The light golden color leaking out from the slender pupils is like an exquisite and gorgeous sharp blade:

"Don't touch my tail."

This action, which once made him laugh and cry in his memory, made Gong Chi withdraw his hand and cover his lips.

The man lowered his head slightly, lowering his sharp jawline and hiding his smile.

"You really are..."

When you want to protect something, you just press the whole ball on it to hide it.

Nothing has changed.

It looked fierce and alert, and seemed a little bit irritated, like a big sakura-flavored bread that had just been taken out of the oven and was about to dissipate the heat.

So Gong Chi decided to try the texture of the Sakura bread.

The slender but sinful fingers slowly reached out to the tip of the tail that was exposed from between the fox's claws.

"Ohh ...

"...Is he such a bad person, meow?" Milk tea master meow raised his chin to face the series of teeth marks on Gong Chi's hand.

Sitting on the horoscope of a colleague, rubbing his beloved trumpet, [Judgment] Meow said in a deep tone:

"Yeah... He has always been..." Realizing that he had almost let the cat out of the bag, Judgment Meow's tongue was tied. "That's right, it's really too bad. How could he be such a bad person..."

[Sainz] Meow adjusted the frame of his glasses at a cat that was speaking with great emotion and making extremely exaggerated body movements:

"The show is over, meow."

The big fox covered his mouth.

Why is he biting people again? Is he degenerating?

Gong Chi retracted his finger, which had an obvious bite mark but the skin was not broken at all.

After wiping the horn, [Judgment] Meow looked up at the man and the fox, and suddenly felt guilty. He took out the horn from under his butt and swept up the dust, muttering to himself:

"Some animals have the habit of licking and biting to express their affection... even though... it turns out that feelings and subconsciousness are difficult to change, meow..."

He held the notebook in his mouth and went to the other corner. He stuffed the Peppa Pig notebook with messed up contents back into the prop column. Wenren Fox Cub wanted to take a look at other props.

[xxx's lucky capsule coin: xxxxx

You can ask it questions that can be answered with "yes" or "no".

The coin's answer is absolutely correct.]

The little black cat half jumped out of the round coin.

"Good... good afternoon, Fox. If you don't want to toss a coin, you can just ask meow~"

Wenren Fox Cub narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Is the owner of this room the murderer of any of the corpses?"

There's no need to search now that you've got the answer. There are boxes and cases in this room, including a gorgeous, wide skirt... It's going to take too much effort to search.

"certainly……!"

"Boom."

An inflatable toy hamster hammer fell from the sky and knocked back the little black cat who was about to answer the question.

[Sorry, this game is special in nature. After the reasoning stage begins, any props with special functions cannot be used.

Originally, cat props were excluded...

However, the lucky coin meow relies on a special carrier and can get an absolute answer meow, now I will inform you not to disclose any confirmed information about this game meow! 】

Half of the cat's head crawled out again, and the fox cub touched the small bag on it:

"……Are you OK?"

Perhaps because it was afraid that more hammers would fall, Lucky Coin Cat only showed its eyes and howled at the ceiling:

"Meow will sue you! I will sue you to the central government! This is personal injury to meow!!!"

The original shortcut answer turned gray and re-entered the prop bar, and a small cake sticker appeared in the lower left corner of the coin icon.

The fox dumpling, who had failed in his "cheating", sighed and plunged into the busyness of jumping up and down the room looking for clues.

Before long, in addition to a pile of gold, silver and jewelry, there were more than twenty bags of different shapes and materials on the floor of the room.

Not to mention finding evidence, just searching for suspicious things would make the big fox see double.

Closing his eyelids to focus the light on his eyes, Wenren Fox picked up a square embroidered bag and opened it.

A lot of coins fell out, all of them were gold, and many of them were encrusted with diamonds.

What a super rich woman.

After all the coins fell out, Wenren Fox Cub reached in to open the next one, but he felt something stuck at the bottom of the bag.

A certain fox didn't put its whole body into the bag to reach the suspicious item. After drinking the last sip of hot water, Gong Chi stared at the big tail that seemed to grow out of the embroidery bag, and rubbed the base of his other hand with his thumb.

Stuck inside was a ball of heavily crumpled parchment. Judging from its ravaged appearance, it must have been used by someone to vent their anger when their emotions were extremely out of control.

The Wenren fox cub used all four paws and took a long time to smooth it out. Fortunately, the words inside were clearly visible.

After reading both sides, he cast a sympathetic look at Mr. Mougong who had been watching him from the side.

"Are you going to die?"

"……almost."