"Please, does my younger sister already know I'm Black Cocoon? What do I do now?" With this thought, Black Cocoon couldn't help but sigh.
He shook his head and moved through the corridor between carriages 7 and 8.
At this moment, the Train Demon was still rumbling forward, with light and shadows flickering inside the carriage.
Black Cocoon stopped, stood at the entrance of carriage 8, and slowly lifted his gaze.
Through the glass door, he saw a solitary figure sitting in the carriage, a girl with a high ponytail wearing a blue and white school uniform.
At this moment, Su Zimai was drooping her head, silently looking at a black audio recorder in her palm, her face expressionless.
"I really didn't expect this day would come for me."
Black Cocoon squinted his eyes, staring motionlessly at the audio recorder, finding his emotions mixed.
At this moment, he suddenly recalled when he used to record conversations with his big brother on a recorder to threaten their father.
