There are only portraits of the parents-in-law and son in the master bedroom, but there is no portrait of the daughter-in-law. Let’s take a look at what’s going on in the guest bedroom first. "
Bai Mao had never been exposed to this before and was shocked when he heard it.
"Why does my daughter-in-law have to go to work and do housework at the same time? Isn't she tired? Also, having a boy or a girl is a chromosome problem. No matter how much medicine you take, it won't help."
He doesn't watch mother-in-law and daughter-in-law dramas, and he has never had this problem at home. Bai Mao only knew that going to work and doing housework were very tiring, and he felt tired even as a boy.
Jiang Yao couldn't explain so many problems to him at once.
Come to the guest bedroom.
The guest bedroom is half the size of the master bedroom. The double bed takes up most of the space. The wardrobe is built-in and connected to the master bedroom.
The window was facing away from the light, and the room was dim and cold.
With Bai Mao's help, Jiang Yao's search was much easier.
"There's a lot of kids' clothes here."
Bai Mao opened the closet and took out the clothes in the cardboard box in the corner.
Children's clothes are all made by hand, stitch by stitch. Babies grow very fast and the clothes need to be replaced soon, so there are clothes in the carton for babies from birth to two years old.
Jiang Yao walked over and touched it. They were all made of pure cotton.
The colors of the clothes range from blue to pink and can be worn by both boys and girls. This also means that the mother does not favor boys over girls. No matter whether she is a boy or a girl, they are all her children.
Bai Mao had never seen children's clothes before, so he took a small hat and put it on his head. The two braids of wool were dangling on both sides of his head. It was very cute.
"I like this hat."
Jiang Yao took off the hat from his head and put it back in the carton.
Facing Baimao's confused look, she explained: "This is what my daughter-in-law gives her children. If you like it, just ask your dad to make it for you."
Bai Mao curled his lips and said 'oh'.
Soon he forgot about the little hat and followed her and said, "Does such children's clothes mean that my daughter-in-law is pregnant?"
Jiang Yao nodded.
She turned over the mattress and flipped through the desk and cabinet, frowning slightly.
"Why is there no more..."
Bai Mao heard this and leaned closer, "What's missing?"
Jiang Yao replied: "Diary."
There are many small notebooks in the living room, including accounting books, phone books, etc. The signature is my daughter-in-law's name, Liu Siyun. The font is elegant and regular, and each stroke is written carefully.
Liu Siyun is a person who likes to write, plan life, and takes family very seriously.
Such people naturally keep diaries.
But Liu Siyun's diary could not be found in the master bedroom or the guest bedroom.
Bai Mao scratched his head and said, "Will it be taken away by the police? Didn't you say it was a massacre?"
Jiang Yao was thoughtful.
It won't be taken away by the police. This kind of role-playing copy requires players to find important information. If it is lost, it is equivalent to blocking the player's way.
"Okay, let's go out first."
Regardless of whether Liu Siyun was pregnant or not, at least the child was not born. Maybe she was born, but the girl, with the thoughts of the parents-in-law, would not survive now.
Jiang Yao tends to fail to give birth.
Otherwise, there would be no mention of babies in the information about the family massacre.
They left room '308', and Bai Mao was playing with the camera hanging around his neck.
"This task is really simple. It only takes two shots and today's shooting task is completed."
He hadn't been shooting for long before the system reminded him that today's shooting task was completed.
Jiang Yao said: "The level 5 copy is like this."
Player survival rate is very high.
But as the difficulty increases, the survival rate will also decrease.
Bai Mao suddenly thought of something and asked her: "Why do you want to investigate the massacre of the family in '308'? Can't we leave after completing the mission of shooting the required materials for seven days?"
Jiang Yao glanced at him and said nothing.
Bai Mao felt chills go down his spine at her sight, but he still asked bravely.
Jiang Yao said: "I want to explore the main storyline of the dungeon."
Bai Mao still didn't understand what exploring the main line meant, and asked strangely: "Are there any benefits to exploring the main line?"
Jiang Yao: "There are more thriller coins and more props."
When Bai Mao heard this, he became excited and said: "Then I will also explore. Don't leave me behind. I want to come with you."
When Jiang Yao saw this, he was looking forward to his reaction after knowing the main plot of the exploration.
In the live broadcast room.
off screen.
When the white-haired father, Zhuge Wanshan, heard his son's words, he couldn't hold the teacup firmly in his hand and it fell to the ground with a clang.
I wanted to get into the screen, grab my son by the collar and shake him, telling him how scary and dangerous it was to explore the main line.
…
corridor.
'Kangdang'
The porcelain made a crisp sound when it hit the floor.
They took two steps forward and saw a player accidentally kicking down a porcelain bowl filled with uncooked rice in the corner of the corridor.
It was a level 5 player. He kicked the bowl over and didn't immediately pick it up. Instead, he glanced down, put his feet back, and continued walking toward them.
Bai Mao originally thought that they were the last two-person team to shoot, but he didn't expect that there were players who were even later than them.
He recalled what Jiang Yao said to him, and kindly reminded the level 5 player.
"Don't kick that bowl down, help it up quickly."
The level 5 player obviously did not accept the kindness of a level 2 player. He glanced at Bai Mao with disdain and sneered: "What do you, a level 2 newcomer, know? It really lowers the level of players."
Although Bai Mao usually has a somewhat arrogant temperament, he was pampered by his family. After entering the dungeon, I have already restrained myself a lot. Hearing this, he became furious and pointed at him angrily.
"I'm telling you this out of kindness, why do you say that about me?"
Level 5 players simply didn't have the patience to tangle with a low-level player like him, so they just walked away.
But at this moment, his steps suddenly stopped, his head tilted up, and his fingers kept scratching around his neck. The bulging veins on his neck were like snakes, his face was blue and black, and his eyes were wide open.
I saw dense maggots crawling out of his mouth, and the player himself felt as if all the water in his body had been drained, his skin and flesh were shriveled hanging on his bones, and he fell forward in a daze.
Bai Mao was so frightened that his legs were nailed to the spot. It was Jiang Yao who pulled him away and prevented him from being knocked down by the mummy.
Countless white maggots crawled out of the dead player's body and slowly turned into black smoke and dissipated.
The player partnered with the level 5 player saw this scene the whole time, his face was pale, his face was wet with cold sweat, and he backed away in horror.
"How, how could he die? He obviously didn't violate the rules of the apartment...why..."
Jiang Yao said: "That bowl of uncooked rice is an offering to the ghost. If he kicks it over and refuses to hold it up, it will naturally trigger the ghost's revenge."
Bai Mao kindly reminded him that if he had listened and helped the bowl, he would not have ended up like this.
Bai Mao came back to his senses, and when he heard this sentence, his eyes became even redder.
"Why didn't you tell me this?"
He only knew not to knock over the bowl, but he had no idea that the bowl was for ghosts.
Jiang Yao raised his thin eyelids and said calmly: "It's not important."
Bai Mao shed tears.
What is not important is obviously very important.
When he thought about the player's death, he felt frightened. Fortunately, I was obedient enough. If I were more rebellious and heard her say that I couldn't kick her, I would definitely kick her in dissatisfaction.
