He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 108 Ox Riding a Motorcycle

Currently, only one old-fashioned green train is parked at the entire train station.

The train was already packed with people, and the windows and roof on both sides of the train were filled with Indians, like a bunch of human grapes.

Delulu looked the train up and down, her eyes sparkling: "This kind of transportation is so interesting, meow. I've never ridden in such a crowded vehicle before, except for that van just now, meow."

Li Ji is going a little crazy.

With such a high population density, it's practically impossible to move around on a train, and even if a target is spotted, it's impossible to make an arrest.

We have to wait until the target leaves the train.

The location only shows that the target is near the train station, but it does not mean that he is on the train.

“Shark, stay on the platform. You’re fast. Once the train starts moving, if the target is really on the train, you can catch up with us.”

"The remaining three of us are getting on the train."

“Milia, go to the roof, and I'll go to the side wall. We can stick to it and stand firmly.”

"Dailulu, get into the carriage. You're flexible, so squeeze in there."

"Now, act!"

The four of them immediately dispersed.

Li Ji climbed onto the train with his bare hands, grabbing the outer edge of the window with one hand.
"Dudu-"

The train sounded its whistle and began to chug along slowly.

Li Ji walked sideways on the train car, moving from the first carriage to the last.

The passengers inside the car suddenly felt a shadow looming over them.

He noticed someone walking along the train car outside, and his eyes widened in surprise.

I've seen things hanging on the side, but I've never seen anything that can walk on the side.

"I knew Spider-Man was Indian."

Li Ji encountered the first guy hanging out of the car window.

The other person's eyes widened in disbelief; they had never seen such a remarkable person before.

Li Ji asked, "What's your name?"

The other person paused for a moment, then said, "Qada."

"What caste?"

"Shudra".

What kind of transportation is this?

"It should be a train."

The fact that the other person could answer these three questions in Hindi clearly meant they weren't a deliveryman.

Lee Ki reached his hand behind Kada.

"What are you doing! This is dangerous!" Kada shouted in a panic.

Lee Ki stuck his hands to the car wall, did a 180-degree spin, bypassed the screaming Qatar, and went directly behind him.

The moves are so skillful that even parkour masters cannot perform them.

Kada gripped the windowsill tightly, turning back with lingering fear, and saw the strange man continue visiting the next unfortunate soul hanging outside.

He was completely baffled as to what had just happened.

Why are you asking me these three questions?

Is this a census?

Are all Indian census takers so skilled?

Li Ji stuck one hand to the train wall, placed his feet on the ground, and casually hung diagonally on the train.

He took out his communicator with one hand and checked the location.

The target is moving in the direction the train is traveling.

He smiled slightly: "Great. Once he gets off the bus, it will be easy to pinpoint the target."

"Shark Baby, get in the car!"

He had just put down the communicator when he saw a Dalit child running on all fours on the tracks.

In less than ten seconds, he jumped onto the top of the train.

It startled the person sitting on the roof of the car.

Li Ji kept moving forward, but all his efforts were in vain.

Although most people can't even speak clearly, and some even say "airplane" instead of "train," they can still clearly state their caste.

"The caste system is so deeply ingrained."

He turned on his communicator and asked his companions about their harvest.

"Delulu, why is there music coming from your end?"

In the carriage where Dailulu was, upbeat Indian music was playing, and everyone was singing and dancing like crazy.

She was also having a great time twisting and turning inside.

"Meow meow meow meow meow~" "Can't you hear me?!"

"Meow meow meow meow meow~"

"College students are just unreliable."

Just as Li Ji was about to dial Milia's number, he suddenly noticed that the train was slowing down.

The train stopped very quickly.

Li Ji looked around in confusion.

The surrounding area was a desolate wilderness, with nothing but trees and baring wild monkeys.

There's no station, so why would the car stop there?
Could it be that those three "living fathers" have started pulling the strings?
He turned his head to look ahead with concern, and saw a white zebu standing on the railway tracks, staring blankly at the train with innocent eyes.

The passengers on the bus were neither impatient nor annoyed; they simply stared at the cow.

Li Ji jumped out of the car and looked at the bizarre scene before him.

Shark and Milia jumped off the roof, and Delulu crawled out of the car window.

"What's going on, meow? Why isn't this car going around it, meow?"

Li Ji kicked the rails under his feet: "Trains must run on rails."

"So outdated, meow."

"Why doesn't anyone try to chase that even-toed ungulate away? Are Earthlings really that concerned about environmental protection?"

Li Ji continued to explain: "Because Indians regard cows as gods, they will not drive them away, but wait for the gods to leave on their own."

"Perfect, this will make it easier for us to find the person."

Milia was stunned. Li Ji's knowledge was truly vast. He was proficient in all kinds of transportation on Earth and even understood the local beliefs.

He not only knows about vans, but also about trains.

This is knowledge not found in textbooks; most people will probably never know these amazing things, even until they die.

Being by his side, I felt like knowledge was being poured into my brain continuously.

Li Ji checked the location again and found that it was moving and had already left the vicinity of the train.

But when he looked around, he couldn't see anyone getting off the bus.

Only wild monkeys and wild dogs were running around.

Besides that, there was a cow riding a motorcycle on the dirt road not far away.

There was absolutely nothing unusual—

"Is there a cow riding a motorcycle?"

A yellow ox, holding onto the handlebars of a motorcycle, sped along the dirt road, its direction and position perfectly aligned.

"Chase!"

The four of them sprinted towards the bull rider.

As Milia ran, she couldn't help but ask, "Is there a law that forbids cows from riding motorcycles? But aren't cows gods? Why can't gods ride motorcycles?"

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Milia naturally couldn't understand why cows couldn't ride bicycles, since this mode of transportation didn't seem as complicated as a van.

This question smoothed out all the wrinkles in Li Ji's brain.

"Because the ox is stupid! It can't ride it!"

Shark has already pulled ahead of the main force and is getting incredibly close to the bull.

With a diving headbutt, he slammed his head into the ox's back, sending the ox and cart flying more than twenty meters.

When Li Ji arrived, he saw Sha Bao triumphantly trampling the cow under his feet.

"Well done, Shark Baby!"

Li Ji rushed forward and questioned the cow in interstellar language.

"You even rode a motorcycle! Hand over the Mimicry Sphere right now!"

The ox lay on the ground, its body covered in bloody scratches.

It looked at Li Ji with innocent eyes and let out a pure "Moo~".

"What planet's dialect is this, meow?"

Li Ji's heart skipped a beat.

"Holy crap, is it really a cow riding a bicycle? Are there no normal creatures left in India?!"

"Wow, the motorcycle can jump!" Shark Baby shouted excitedly.

Li Ji looked up and saw the motorcycle leap into the air, its wheels gliding over the treetops, swinging away like a monkey.

He reached into Delulu's chest, pulled out a sleep gun, and aimed it at the motorcycle speeding through the woods.

Just as he was about to fire, a wooden stick struck his hand.

"They're the ones bullying the cow!"

(End of this chapter)