EBE Chapter 121 Another Him
Chapter 121 Another Him
The woman watched Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi leave, then turned and closed the door.
She kept muttering to herself, "He'll find out, won't he? He will. Can I still trust him?"
Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi obtained the two offerings without lifting a finger.
However, the more relaxed they seemed, the more uneasy Jiang Qi felt.
As the cave-laying ceremony approached, Jiang Qi had a feeling that something unexpected might happen.
Lu Zhi, who had been silent all along, swallowed hard. His voice was cool and soft, with a lazy huskiness.
Jiang Qi was momentarily dazed, as if the sky had darkened the instant the sound rang out.
"Brother, should we get that miniature listening device back?"
“I think we can go get it back today, but I still want to follow my brother’s opinion.”
Jiang Qi raised his handsome eyebrows slightly. "Okay, today is just the right time to pick it up."
The two men and the rooster walked up the path to the ancestral hall.
Under a peach tree in full bloom, Lin Wanchu and her group caused a huge commotion in an attempt to make the child in front of them cry.
For the first time, I felt so guilty, and I also had to be constantly wary of the adults in the children's home. The two children in front of me were coaxed out of the house with candy by Lu Xue.
Luckily, the three of them were good-looking; otherwise, if they had been crouching down and sneaking into the house from outside the yard, they would have been mistaken for human traffickers.
Having finally found two innocent boys and girls, getting them to shed tears became a problem.
You can't exactly beat up both kids.
But the little girl called them "sister" in her sweet, childish voice, so they just couldn't bring themselves to hit her.
The little boy and girl, still quite childish, were intently licking their lollipops; they had never tasted anything so delicious before.
However, the sisters' request was quite strange; they wanted to collect their tears.
"Sister, we can't cry."
A childish voice reached their ears, and two pairs of big eyes blinked as they looked at them.
Oh my god, these two little bundles of cuteness are absolutely adorable, Lu Xue is completely melted by their cuteness.
However, for the sake of the mission, Lin Wanchu hardened her heart and directly snatched the lollipops they were eating.
Her words were icy cold, and her voice carried an undeniable air of authority that could frighten children.
"Okay, you can't eat lollipops anymore, unless you cry."
They watched helplessly as their delicious lollipops were snatched away, and the older sister in front of them was even stern-looking. They had never seen anything like this before.
Immediately, the two children pouted and tears involuntarily streamed down their faces.
She sobbed, "Sister, I want candy, candy, waaaah..."
Chi Miaomiao, meanwhile, frantically collected the child's tears, drop by drop, with a glass bottle in hand...
Soon, the small glass bottle was filled with tears.
Before leaving, Lin Wanchu gave the two children some extra candy to cheer them up, and she also specifically told them not to trust strangers too much.
The moment their eyes filled with tears, the system notification announced that all their tasks were complete.
It's really incredibly simple; you don't have to deal with ghosts or monsters, and you don't have to be afraid of any danger.
Lin Wanchu and the other two turned back home. After walking only a short distance, Lu Xue felt weak all over, her legs were limp, her steps were unsteady and difficult, and she felt dizzy.
Everything went dark before my eyes, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I slumped down involuntarily, feeling my heavy body become light and airy, and soon I lost consciousness.
Lin Wanchu immediately squatted down, and Chi Miaomiao helped support Lu Xue.
Lu Xue was carried steadily on Lin Wanchu's back. Lin Wanchu and Chi Miaomiao were silent to each other, and the only sound along the way was Lu Xue's uncomfortable murmurs.
The day after tomorrow is the cave-laying ceremony, and she is worried about leaving Lu Xue alone in the stilted house.
In front of the stilted house, they ran into Mo Qing, who was lost in thought.
She unconsciously reached her hand to the back of her neck, seemingly because she was itching unbearably.
Their eyes met, and Lin Wanchu nodded as a greeting.
However, as they passed each other, Lin Wanchu glanced at her neck and noticed that she also had a familiar red brand on her neck.
This is the third player I've seen marked so far today.
Carrying Lu Xue on her back, Lin Wanchu felt no strain at all. As they climbed the ladder, A Yue leaned against the wall and smiled and nodded at her.
Lin Wanchu looked up, a smile curving her lips, but her eyes were as dark and heavy as the night, as if they would never dissipate.
Lin Wanchu stepped onto the last step and then withdrew her gaze from her.
She lowered her eyes, concealing the turmoil within.
Something about A-Yue has changed. How should I put it? Her smile also seems very fake.
His lips curved into a smile, but there was no hint of laughter in his eyes.
From the moment they entered the instance, there were four oxcarts, four wedding dresses, four Miao girls, and even the candles were related to the number four.
Therefore, a fourth player will definitely be marked this evening.
This still needs to be verified; everything is traceable.
However, what she was facing now was a tangled ball of yarn, and she couldn't find the beginning of it.
Where should we really begin?
Perhaps, once Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi return, she will have more clues and will be able to find out.
I've been so busy with tasks these past few days that I almost forgot something.
She had to go check the room where the male player died, hoping no one had found the thing.
Why was the head facing the bed, a bed soaked in blood, instead of the doorway or the ceiling when it died?
He has a clue he wants to pass on to his companions; it all depends on how attentive the player is.
The main problem is that his head was cut off while he was still alive, and no player dared to stay there anymore, so the room was left empty.
The timing is perfect; before anyone else returns, she can go and check.
Lin Wanchu gently placed Lu Xue on the bed, gestured for Chi Miaomiao to look after her, and then turned and left the room.
Lin Wanchu quietly opened the door, looked around to make sure no one was there, then closed the door and began to check.
The bloodstains on the bed had long since dried, and the male player's body had been disposed of by the Nightmare Game.
The room fell silent for a moment. Lin Wanchu compared the direction her head was facing and moved closer to the outermost foot of the bed.
Fortunately, the large communal sleeping area was actually built with bricks underneath, so there was no fear of not finding clues.
The surface still bore the marks of the male player's struggles. He took out a piece of tile he had picked up from outside and started scraping it.
The blood dried, and soon a small patch of bloody fragments fell to the ground.
After the blood that was in the way was cleaned up, a different color appeared on the bricks.
White fingerprints were neatly distributed across all seven bricks.
Could it be the number 7?
What does this represent? Seven days or seven people?
It turns out the white was just covered by red, and it wouldn't be visible at all if it weren't cleaned.
Lin Wanchu stretched out her finger and casually ran it across the white fingerprint. She rubbed the white substance on her hand, and it got on her hand and couldn't be rubbed off.
I brought my nose close and smelled it; the pungent odor hit me like a ton of bricks—it was paint.
Lin Wanchu understood, her gaze fixed on the direction where the head had originally been, as if she were looking at someone.
She stood up, bowed slowly to the male player who was separated by time and space, and silently thanked him.
At the ancestral hall, Lu Zhi kept watch outside the door. They had come at a good time, as the clan chief was not there.
A table, covered with a tablecloth, is placed neatly in front of the shrine in the ancestral hall.
Jiang Qi leaned down, reaching his arm under the table to feel for any protruding areas.
The listening device placed on that villager wouldn't stay on him forever, otherwise it would be a waste of a good tool.
Jiang Qi withdrew his hand and put the table back in its original position. He couldn't stay in the ancestral hall any longer, especially since there was a faint, cold gaze behind him—it was the ancestral tablets.
I had to leave quickly after getting the listening device.
There was no movement outside. Lu Zhi looked down at the scenery with nothing to do. With him there, no one dared to come over.
The door opened a crack, revealing Jiang Qi's face. He nodded to Lu Zhi, indicating that he had received it.
Immediately, the two figures disappeared in front of the ancestral hall.
As the sun sets in the west, sparse sunlight filters through the gaps in the branches and leaves.
The players all returned to the stilted house, except for Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi, who were still not back.
After Lin Wanchu finished her exploration, she went back to take care of Lu Xue, and no one noticed her actions.
Lin Wanchu wrung out a towel and placed it, still steaming, on Lu Xue's forehead.
The door opened and closed again, and Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi returned.
Jiang Qi dragged over a small table and began playing the content from the listening device.
A small listening device lay on the table, and an inexplicable tension filled the room.
The four people in the room held their breath, listening intently to every subtle sound coming from the listening device.
Suddenly, a crisp sound of something falling to the ground broke the silence, as if something had fallen from a height and crashed onto the hard ground.
Then, a rustling sound came from inside, as if someone was carefully picking up the listening device.
After a moment of silence, a commotion erupted inside.
Jiang Qi tried to discern useful information from the chaotic sounds.
A minute later, the sound coming from the listening device made Jiang Qi's heart skip a beat.
That was a voice he knew all too well—his own.
Jiang Qi's voice was transmitted through the monitor's electrical current, accompanied by a buzzing noise and slightly distorted, but it was still clearly audible.
Jiang Qi stopped speaking, but the audio continued to come through the listening device.
Jiang Qi listened very carefully, and he could faintly hear a frequency similar to the vibration of a table being tapped in the listening device.
Jiang Qi's heartbeat synchronized with it.
The table vibrated exactly three times, no more, no less.
The first two taps were spaced out by a short interval, while the third tap was spaced out by a longer interval.
This is a clue, and the act of banging on the table was also something he did through the listening device.
His memory was accurate; he hadn't banged on the table in the ancestral hall at all today, which was quite puzzling.
Could it be that another version of him has appeared?