Xin Zhixia walked out from behind the tree and followed the footsteps of Zhao Qian and Li Yiran.
Before leaving the church, there was a flash of light in her peripheral vision, which aroused her vigilance.
Xin Zhixia looked in the direction of the flow of light and shadow, and found that in a closed corner, complete pieces of glass were piled up on the lawn.
Next to the wall was a long ladder and a round barrel whose color was unclear.
The fact that she could roughly see this scene was not due to her amazing eyesight or extraordinary powers of observation.
Because people are in the dark, the naked eye will automatically adjust when the light is weak, so that the eyes gradually adapt to the dark environment, so that they can observe better and perceive imaging phenomena more keenly.
Although there are very few light sources around, there is still light.
Light will be reflected when it passes from one medium to another. There is no light source behind the glass, but there is no lack of light around it, so diffuse reflection will still occur on the object.
Xin Zhixia raised her eyebrows and praised inexplicably.
"It's quite scientific. Pile the fragile items together."
He paused with his raised foot, then moved two steps to that side, and stepped forward to take a look.
Xin Zhixia held the Sword of Judgment in her right hand and wandered all the way without wasting time.
Although the struggle between players continues, when entering the dungeon, the player's goal is still to clear the game.
Therefore, she still pays attention to every small detail.
As long as there are suspicious clues, they must not be let go.
What's more, she doesn't need to rush now.
Discord has arisen among other players.
As long as you make good use of it, you can kill people with a borrowed knife without any effort.
Xin Zhixia has regained her confidence at this time, has a good attitude, a leisurely posture, and is even more at ease.
Standing in the corner, she observed that the glass pieces on the lawn were intact and neatly arranged.
When I looked through my head, I saw that there were smaller pieces of broken glass in the round barrel.
The intact glass that seemed to be broken has now been abandoned and has become unusable garbage.
Xin Zhixia looked at it for a moment, narrowed her eyes, and reached out to pick up a piece of broken glass from the bucket.
There are cracks in this piece of broken glass.
Not only that, but there was also broken glass with cracks attached.
The broken glass was pressed further down.
What’s even more peculiar is that even the cracks on it have the same pattern.
Xin Zhixia held the piece of broken glass in her left hand and muttered to herself in confusion.
"The broken ones...are exactly the same? Abandoned glass?"
I am eager to try, whether to dig out these glasses and compare them carefully so that I can make a clearer conclusion.
However, Xin Zhixia felt that this did not seem to be a good decision.
After all, it’s weird to dig through a trash can with bare hands, and to dig through a trash can with broken glass is completely unorthodox.
"Probably not a clue."
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly noticed that there was another piece of broken glass with cracks underneath, and there were less obvious red marks on the edge.
Just when she was about to pick it up and compare it, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance.
"Bata Bata"
Xin Zhixia was stunned for a moment, her hand shook in panic, and a blood mark was scratched on the index finger of her left hand by the glass.
"Tsk."
With a slight click, he threw the glass back into the bucket.
She didn't hesitate, just chose the nearest one, and hid behind the trash can.
Fortunately, this round barrel was quite large and could completely cover up her figure.
Otherwise, it will be exposed in minutes.
Xin Zhixia held the sword of judgment in her hand and squatted on the lawn with her back against the wall.
He tilted his head slightly to check the source of the footsteps.
Without waiting to see who the visitor was, she subtly noticed that there was something...off about the grass she was stepping on.
On this lawn, the grass next to the glass trash can grew wildly, and only the grass under my feet was compacted.
It seemed like it had been stepped on so many times that this happened.
The corners of Xin Zhixia's mouth twitched, and her mind was running wild.
"There are actually experts who are like her, hiding behind the trash can."
Have some fun in the midst of suffering and return to the serious mood.
Where Xin Zhixia looked, there was a man in plain clothes.
The footsteps came from this man.
He is short and stooped, and his gray linen clothes are old.
He was carrying a box in one hand and an oil lamp in the other.
The classic white skin color of the islanders shines with a dense white light under the light.
Xin Zhixia didn't expect that there were NPCs in the church.
What made her scalp tingle the most was that this NPC was walking straight towards this direction without hesitation at all.
Xin Zhixia bit her lip. She was unlucky enough to have cold water stuck between her teeth.
But that’s okay.
After all, he is an NPC, not an inexplicable player.
It is better to encounter NPCs who are hostile to players than to encounter players who do not know their mental state.
Against NPCs, it's very simple.
Talk about people when you see them, talk about ghosts when you see ghosts.
Xin Zhixia did whatever she thought.
Without waiting for the NPC to come to her, she exposed herself and stood up openly.
Standing behind the glass trash can, he smiled slightly and waved to the NPC.
"Hello."
Smile on your face and your tone of voice rises naturally.
According to common sense, in the darkness and silence, a person suddenly jumped out in front of him, or he was only half a body.
No matter who it was, they were probably shocked.
but……
This islander really has a big heart.
He just glanced at the corner lightly, and then reminded her calmly.
"Unlucky man, don't stay here."
Underneath his calm tone, there was a hint of impatience.
Seeing this, Xin Zhixia felt frustrated that her prank had failed.
At the same time, I felt even more lucky, as long as the NPC didn't show that unkind look.
For her, it's a good thing.
Xin Zhixia didn't want to anger an NPC for no reason.
So he walked out knowingly, slightly curved his lips, and waved goodbye to him.
"Okay, farewell."
After saying that, he quickly stepped past the man and pointed directly outside the church.
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The man stood quietly and watched Xin Zhixia leave his sight.
After waiting for people to leave, he walked slowly to the pile of glass.
He bent down and put down the box and the oil lamp, then squatted on the ground and opened the box.
I saw all kinds of tools in the box.
The man turned over several tools inside and muttered softly to himself.
"Even...it's gone...it's time to add something..."
Then he seemed to remember something and looked up. There was only one ladder placed against the wall in the corner.
His cloudy and dilated pupils were dull for a moment, and he sighed quietly, talking to himself in a helpless tone.
"At this time, the ladder has not been returned yet."
After saying these words, the man sat directly on the floor, using the weak light of the oil lamp to tinker with the tools in the toolbox out of boredom.
It wasn't until a long time later that the man heard footsteps coming from behind.
Without even turning his head, he reminded him expressionlessly.
"Don't just grab the ladder."
