Cheng Ye calmed down.
Seeing nothing in the dark room, he simply closed his eyes and thought seriously.
There's a lot wrong with this game.
Such as the inexplicable thick fog.
The sight is blocked and it is difficult to move.
Another example is that the house he is in has no windows.
Airtight, like a box.
Why are there no windows?
Cheng Ye frowned slightly. He walked back and didn't see anyone lighting a lamp.
Including his own home, there is only the kerosene lamp carried by Old Man Chen.
Because...the village is too poor?
Glass is too expensive, so just don’t open the windows, which saves money and keeps you warmer.
Cheng Ye still felt a little strange, but he didn't think much about it and began to recall what the players said today.
Thoughts kept spinning, everything came together like streams, and finally everything came together.
Suddenly, he smiled.
Got a lot more information.
First, Lu Hooligan said that the old bachelor did not have enough points to return to the main city. It should be that the old bachelor took a loan for some reason.
I owe a lot of points, so I downloaded the dungeon just to give it a try.
So he was always anxious.
This also gave Cheng Ye two reminders: 1. The moment the points return to zero, he will not die immediately.
2. If you don’t have enough points, you can borrow a sum of points to tide you over temporarily.
Second, Yang Cunhua is obviously an old man who has played many games. She can directly tell that this is a level 3 dungeon, and can also remind everyone not to deviate from the character design more than three times.
When she said that, Cheng Ye observed the people around him.
Except for the perverted Lu Hooligan, Zhang Dazui and the old bachelor were all stunned for a moment.
So tomorrow he can get closer to Yang Cunhua and see if he can get more information about the game.
Third, this game is a collaborative game, so it must be closely related to the five of them.
Everyone must contribute a piece of the puzzle to piece together the complete story.
"Let the game like you."
This sentence suddenly appeared in Cheng Ye's mind.
If you want to get more points, you have to make the game like you.
What kind of players does the game like? It is certainly not lazy, lax, and waiting for things to happen.
The game will like players who work hard, explore as much as possible, and restore the complete plot.
Cheng Ye's narrow eyes narrowed.
Let’s start with his father. There is no reason why the system only arranges relatives around him and Yang Cunhua.
He stood up and pushed open the old wooden door.
The rough barbs on it pricked him, causing some pain.
Go out of the house and come to the main room.
There are no windows in the main room, only one door is open.
The room was not big, with a table and two stools in the middle. Directly above the table was a shrine with incense burned on it.
He walked towards the house opposite again.
It was deserted, and there were no windows.
Cheng Ye looked around and found that there was almost no difference from his room.
A bed, a few clothes, nothing more.
He walked out.
A bright moon hangs high in the sky.
The faint bright white moonlight shines on this land.
Cheng Ye glanced around the yard. The kitchen door on the right was open, so he didn't even have to go over to see it.
The courtyard was even more empty, with only fallen leaves piled in the corners.
Empty.
His character's father is missing.
Cheng Ye raised his eyebrows and looked at the high moon.
It's so late, where will he go?
His eyes unconsciously moved to the fence at the entrance of the courtyard.
It's better to go out for a walk and look for clues.
For now, he only knows who he is in front of Old Man Chen, but he doesn't know who he is in front of the villagers.
In fact, this is also a doubtful point.
The other four teammates can guess their corresponding personalities just by looking at their names, but he can't tell anything about them.
The village was deserted at night, and there was no one anywhere as far as the eye could see. It was so ethereal that it seemed like we were in another world.
The cold wind was raging and the night was dark.
Cheng Ye came to the small square again without knowing it.
He saw a light on in a room not far away.
The people in this village who are willing to light lamps must be their own people.
Cheng Ye smiled.
I don’t know if I am opening my mouth, Yang Cunhua or an old bachelor.
If it was gangster Lu, he would definitely turn around and run away.
He walked leisurely towards the room, wanting to chat with his teammates about his thoughts.
Sometimes communication can lead to unexpected ideas.
However, as he got closer to the house, he could clearly hear the noisy and chaotic sounds in the house.
It was like something was rubbing on the ground.
"Shashasha..."
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Cheng Ye became wary.
What are you doing so late?
mop? wipe the table? It shouldn't be...
He stopped and thought for a moment.
Then he stood on tiptoes and walked gently around the wall to the back of the house.
His back was against the wall, next to a window.
The sound suddenly stopped, and then after a while, it started again.
Cheng Ye had a serious look on his face. He slowly turned sideways and popped his head out, wanting to find out.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Ye saw his father through the window.
Old man Chen's thin back looked extremely familiar under the light.
The kerosene lamp was placed quietly on the table, emitting a warm orange light.
On the ground, blood flowed all over the place.
The bright red color makes people's eyes sore.
Suddenly, Old Man Chen turned around, and the light of the kerosene lamp cast a shadow on his face, making him look terrifying.
His face was expressionless, he stretched out his hands familiarly, bent down, and began to drag the body of a little girl out.
There were bits and pieces of bright red blood on his clothes and arms.
Cheng Ye was stunned for a moment.
My brain froze.
That extremely weak father?
The father who was so timid when he saw him being cautious?
Why?
Why would such a cowardly father kill someone?
Cheng Ye controlled his breathing, and his brain was running at high speed uncontrollably.
There was no trace of his father in the room.
After a while.
Old man Chen is back again.
He held a piece of cloth in his hand and began to wipe the blood stains on the ground carefully.
"Shashasha..."
"Swish, swish, swish..."
.......
That familiar voice came again...
Cheng Ye looked towards the table and the wall.
Clean, nothing.
His mind immediately flashed to the scene where old man Chen wiped the table calmly after killing the girl.
Move slowly and unhurriedly.
After everything was cleared, the girl's body was dragged away.
Then wash the rag and come back to continue cleaning the floor...
...
Cheng Ye's fingers trembled slightly.
why?
Why would the father come out to kill a girl while he was in the room?
...
Cheng Ye's dark eyes became more and more confused, everything seemed so incredible.
He leaned against the wall, lowering his eyes and thinking.
its not right.
Suddenly, Cheng Ye noticed something was wrong with the time.
He remembered that he went out at around 12 noon, chatted with his teammates for more than two hours, and then went home.
There was a thick fog in the middle, so I probably lay on the bed for a while and thought about something before going out.
But now, it's late at night.
Cheng Ye raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the distance.
