Boom!
He knocked on the door of a house and shouted: "Hello, I accidentally got lost here. I wonder if you can let me in and sit for a while?"
Soon, a loud voice came from the door: "There are still people outside in such a cold weather. Brother, wait a moment and I will open the door."
The door was opened, and a strong man quickly pulled him in and closed the door.
After coming in, Qin Bai immediately felt very warm. It turned out that the family used charcoal for heating at home.
Although this is a bit dangerous, as long as there is a ventilated place, it is still much better than freezing.
"Thanks bro, it's really cold outside."
Qin Bai rubbed his hands and said with a grateful look on his face.
"It's okay. We have to help each other when we go out. It's just brothers. There's so much snow outside. Why do you go out alone? It's so dangerous."
The man asked with concern.
Qin Bai's face suddenly fell, and his acting skills began to show up.
"Originally I didn't want to come out, but the leader insisted on asking me to come over and check the specific conditions of this heavy snowfall. There was nothing I could do."
Qin Bai successfully created the image of a hard-working worker, and the man patted him on the shoulder understandingly.
"I understand! But it looks like it's going to snow outside. Just stay at my house. I'm the only one who lives here anyway."
The man said.
"Alone? I see there are many houses around..."
Qin Bai was a little confused.
"Oh, they have all moved away a long time ago. I have been living here with my old mother. After I bury my old mother, I will be alone here."
The man said while pouring water.
Qin Bai frowned slightly. If he remembered correctly, this village was the village they went to. The layout was exactly the same. There was no mistake about it.
In addition, the sound coming from the light group he came into contact with said that there was an incident here.
Generally speaking, only things that happened in the past are called events.
"Is this what the village used to be like? There is also the birth of the charred corpse. It can't be the person in front of you, right?"
Qin Bai didn't know the specific situation or what he was going to do, so he simply didn't do anything extra.
"Come, drink some hot water to warm yourself up first."
The man handed over a worn cup and said.
"Thank you, bro."
"Hey, you're welcome, my name is Zhao Dali, what's your name?"
"Qin Bai."
"Good name, much better than mine. Judging from your appearance, you must be from the city. What is the city like now?"
Zhao Dali was very talkative. He told Qin Bai that he had been a soldier and took care of his old mother when he came back from the army.
After sending away his old mother, he still lived in this village. As for everyone else, they all moved away, leaving him alone.
Qin Bai would also ask about other things, such as the previous village chief and a few people whose faces he remembered, but Zhao Dali said that he did not know these people.
The clue seemed to be broken, and snowflakes were falling outside.
"You must be hungry. Wait here, I will go to the vegetable field to get some vegetables. The snow is too thick, and I will have to dig for a while."
With that said, Zhao Dali picked up the shovel and walked out.
When Zhao Dali left, Qin Bai immediately entered his room to check.
Unfortunately, nothing was found.
This incident didn't tell him what to do, it just said that he would be rewarded for completing random events.
The moment Qin Bai returned to the living room, his scalp suddenly went numb.
Because he saw an old woman on the bench in the living room!
The problem is, Zhao Dali has clearly said before that he is the only one in the village. Where did this old woman come from?
Also, he remembered that this home was not big. He had just looked at it and there was no one else there.
The next second, Qin Bai suddenly thought of something.
Zhao Dali said that his old mother passed away before. Could it be that...
Just when Qin Bai felt a chill in his back, the old lady suddenly spoke.
"Young man, I'm so sorry. I'm too old to do physical work anymore. Could you please help me go to the vegetable field to get some vegetables?"
"The shovel is right next to the door. You can take it and use it."
Following the direction pointed by the old lady, Qin Bai saw the shovel that had just been taken away by Zhao Dali.
This time, Qin Bai was really confused.
What exactly is going on?
Why did this old woman appear after Zhao Dali went out, and there was only one shovel? He watched Zhao Dali take it out with his own eyes, why did another one appear?
Thinking of this, Qin Bai decided to test it: "Grandma, do you remember Zhao Dali?"
He originally thought that the old lady would give some reasons, but he didn't expect that she would actually say: "Dali, my poor son, I didn't expect that I would give a man with white hair to a man with black hair. He left too early."
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, leaving Qin Bai stunned.
What did he hear? Zhao Dali was dead?
But that's not right. What Zhao Dali said was that his old mother was dead.
Who is telling the truth and who is lying?
There is another more important thing, who is the living person?
For a moment, Qin Bai didn't know who to believe. In fact, both of them seemed to have problems.
Qin Bai picked up the shovel and walked out directly.
When he came outside the door, he discovered that the traces of Zhao Dali's previous walk were gone.
He turned back and glanced at the old lady. She was sitting on the bench, as if she didn't care about anything.
Qin Bai closed the door and walked in the direction of Zhao Dali in his memory.
He wanted to see if Zhao Dali was there.
After walking hard on the snow, he came to a separate vegetable garden.
Here, he saw a familiar figure.
Zhao Dali!
Qin Bai's eyes widened. He looked at the shovel in Zhao Dali's hand, and then at the shovel in his own hand. Why were there two shovels?
Zhao Dali also saw Qin Bai, immediately put down the big cabbage in his hand, walked over and said, "Brother, why are you out? It's cold outside."
"Brother Zhao, don't you only have one shovel?"
Qin Bai asked directly.
Zhao Dali was stunned: "No, there are always two, one mine and one belonging to my old mother. Before she got sick, she worked all day long."
"Then do you remember where you put this shovel?"
Zhao Dali said without hesitation: "The two shovels are always kept together."
Qin Bai understood now that he was the only one who seemed not to be affected in any way, while both Zhao Dali and his mother seemed to have some kind of problem.
The first possibility is that Zhao Dali is alive and the old mother is dead.
Second, Zhao Dali died, but the old mother lived.
The third one, both alive.
The fourth one, both died.
What the two have said so far is that they both think the other is dead, and it seems that they will never see each other.
So Qin Bai is more inclined to...
