To Lovend:

Well, you can't imagine what I've just come back from. This morning, we all had a crayfish meal for breakfast. Originally, everyone was going to have a supper tonight when they were chasing the show, and I think you must ask where you came from to catch up on the show, because we really don't have any additional entertainment facilities, except for the board games you brought to play - by the way, I played UNO with them last night and won thirteen games in a row (both single and double), no cheating, no luck, please believie me - the will never cheats.

Here's what happened, we found an abandoned utility room in Marcellus's house, and from this dusty, cobweb-strewn room, we found a dilapidated TV in a room that we knew had not been used for a long time, and Gloria cleaned it with a magic cleaner, and I repaired it with the power of the will, after which it was ready to use.

There was no signal, but we found a DVD player and a stack of CDs. The player was badly dusted, appeared to be damaged inside, and there were many scratches on the disc, and Marcellus was embarrassed to ask him to fix the player. But I turned him down, scratches and damages, and that's not a problem for me, is it?

That night, we started chasing the drama burned on the disc. It's a cliché love story, and Hilarily says she's seen a book with a similar content, and she suspects the TV series is based on that book. She made a vow that she would find the book and compare it to the show another day—but that would be a long time later, I guess.

Then let's go back to the crayfish.

In the morning, Gloria prepared a big pot of crayfish for us. Rather than preparing, we found a large pot of crayfish and Gloria, who seemed to be drunk and lying on the ground sleeping. Hilarily carried her on her shoulders, muttered that the stinky woman was drunk and messed up again, and walked out. I guess Gloria was placed, I guess.

There was a big pot of boiled and fragrant crayfish on the table, to be precise, three pots, and we later went to the depths of the kitchen, and there were two pots on the stove, which were thirteen spices and braised ones, and the spicy ones on the table - of course, this is not a conclusion based on the smell of the nose, I can't do it anyway, Sandy can, she knows what it tastes like when she smells it, the nose is really smart, I only know what it tastes after looking at the specific data of crayfish.

She could even smell what Gloria was saying. "Is it wine?" The first thing she asked was Milton, and although Milton didn't know anything about alcohol, the years of understanding, dependence, and trust between the husband and wife made Sandy choose to ask Milton first, I guess.

Milton acquiesced to Sandy's guess. He trusted his wife's sense of smell, and there was nothing more sensitive than a werewolf's sense of smell. (ps: I suddenly have a question when I write this, in order to maintain the integrity of the crayfish incident, I will write it in the back after a while)

"It's not like beer." Sandy then threw out her conclusion, "It's a very rich smell, like, like the smell of wine." ”

"I'll smell it." Thompson inhaled the aroma into his lungs, "Ah, it's the taste of Villegrave - I don't know where Gloria got it, it's a dry white wine of the best quality, even the elves can't find the finished product, I have a few bottles in the cellar, or did I grow the grapes and make them myself......"

As if he realized something, he suddenly shouted, "Oh! My wine cellar! Then he ran away quickly.

Poor Thompson, it seems that he finally realized where Gloria's roasted crayfish wine came from. In addition, looking at Gloria's red face now, she should have drunk more than one kind of wine from Villegrave, plus the amount of crayfish for ten people......

A moment of silence for your misfortune, Thompson.

The rest looked at each other. After struggling for a while, we decided to eat the crayfish. It's very fragrant, and when everyone woke up, they were a little hungry, so they ate it. Of course, some were left for Gloria and Hillarily. When eating lobster, everyone was speculating about why Gloria would do such a thing.

Sandy wondered if Gloria had gone out to borrow alcohol to fall asleep because of insomnia, she had heard that drinking alcohol could help her fall asleep, plus she had seen Gloria's cupboard with sleep-inducing drugs.

(PS: Actually, I'm quite puzzled here, why did Sandy recognize Gloria's sleep aids, and ...... Drinking and falling asleep doesn't seem to be very reliable, drinking less doesn't help, drinking too much, alcohol is still relatively harmful to the human body, does Sandy often do this? ）

And then I forgot who picked up and said, and then Gloria went to the kitchen and got drunk and made a bunch of crayfish?

(PS: Last time you said I had a good memory...... In fact...... I sometimes forget, huh...... [Stall] such as now)

Then everyone said something about what they didn't have, and they made all kinds of speculations, and they were flying shovels, but it turned out to be the most reliable thing Sandy said. In short, Gloria hasn't woken up yet, so when the time comes to ask her, this public case will be cleared.

Next, I'll tell you what I think is strange.

According to the previous hint, Milton is a hunter and Sandy is a werewolf. How so...... It also occurred to me that hunters shouldn't hunt wolves...... Do you understand what I mean? In terms of identity, they were supposed to be hunting and hunting, but now they are husband and wife...... There's a sense of dissonance. What a hint of this, I think, so I'm going to write to you to see what you know. I have this strong sense of dissonance at the moment, and a feeling that something is right in front of me, but it's covered by a cloth, and if I lift it, it will be very rewarding.

Other than that...... You said that my letter was written long, which made you embarrassed to write short. Harm, what a big deal, letter, how to write if you like, I haven't thanked you for not disliking me for talking a lot of, I have to report to you about everything, and I have to talk to you about big things. Seriously, I have a lot of words, and the words that are concise and to the point may never appear in me. I even wrote about what I did when I wrote the letter, what mood I wrote, personal quirks, I think it's quite interesting, as if I can feel a kind of progress through these small movements and small moods - that is, this person seems to be doing these things in front of me, so I love to fill it in.

Finally, the last letter you said, wait a minute, I'll take out the last letter and look at it-oh, you say, "Write from the day the gods appointed me as a shield, tell me about my ......" Here you crossed out the "I", I guess you wrote it well, in fact, it's okay hhh, if you don't mind talking to me about your experiences and feelings, I'm more than happy to listen.

And then you write, write about what I used to look like, and talk about how our lives have changed since the first data person (that is, Hillarielly), and every data person has come to us...... I think these are very good, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, I feel that with the sleep of the glass, my memory is also asleep, although from time to time there will be some fragments, but such times are not much, very rare, just the beginning of the glass sleep, I remember the frequency is slightly higher, now, almost can't get the fragments of the past life......

Your proposal is really good, and I would like to know what it was like to be me, you and Bo, and everyone in the past.

Thank you for your email! Best regards and all the best.

Signature: Mu Yuanfei