Blizzard Villa mode, also known as island mode, refers to a narrative mode in which a group of people are trapped in a limited space and cannot get in touch with the outside world, during which a series of events occur, and detectives can only use limited means to solve the case.

This kind of mode is indeed a classic suspense routine, and the most famous is Agatha Christie's No Survivors.

However, this mode is a classic, and Ann has experienced it several times in the game, so to be honest, there is really nothing new.

He even thought very badly, has the system finally run out of brains? Actually reusing such an old-fashioned pattern.

However, it turns out that An Yizhi thinks too much, and you can't understand the brain hole of the system......

Humans and mosquitoes have something in common, such as that they are both phototaxis creatures.

For human beings, darkness is the enemy, and it also makes humans feel insecure, which is a 'sequelae' left over from a long evolution.

On the contrary, in a dark environment, if there is a warm light in front of it, human beings will reflexively move towards the direction of the light, which is considered a biological instinct.

From a rational point of view, the appearance of a lamp also means that An Yizhi has found the right place, and it will soon be time to enter the plot, but he doesn't understand it a little.

The Blizzard Villa mode is not too novel, why didn't the system just throw him to the place where the plot took place?

If you don't go directly to the place where the plot takes place, it usually means that this dungeon has a high degree of freedom, and the player needs to choose the next plot development by themselves.

Ke'an pointed out that when he wanted to go down the mountain, he was blocked by the 'white fog', and he couldn't go down the mountain smoothly, so he would return the same way no matter how he went, and he could only choose a way up the mountain.

This is a very contradictory point, and it may be useful.

An pointed to these things in his head, but his feet did not stop.

The appearance of the lights may well represent the beginning of the plot, and in any case, it is not wrong to go and see it first.

As the distance narrowed, An Yizhi gradually saw the whole picture of the light.

It was a wooden house built in a mountain col, and it looked like a two-story structure, not a villa, but more like a garage house of the American imperialists.

The light An Yizhi saw was actually a kerosene lamp hanging in front of the door swaying in the wind and rain, and when he got closer, he could still smell the peculiar smell of burning kerosene, which was honestly not good.

He looked around and saw a tire print stretching into the garage on one side of the house, and he could see that there seemed to be some inconspicuous light in the wooden house, and he could smell the aroma of cooking mixed with the peculiar smell of kerosene.

These are all indications that there may be people in the cabin.

No matter what kind of virtue this copy is, An Yizhi is really fed up with walking in the rainstorm, and it is really uncomfortable to say that he is pampered or can't stand the suffering, and the feeling that his fingers and toes are a little frozen.

He tugged at the hat of his raincoat, then stepped briskly into the small canopy in front of the hut, and reached out and knocked on the door where the kerosene lamp hung it.

"Anyone?"

After two successive greetings, An Yizhi heard the sound of a 'tom tom tom' walking from behind the door, like the sound of a heavy person walking across the wooden floor.

He took a slight half step back, and at the same time quietly reached for the pistol in the outer pocket of his coat, ready to fool the other party in the face of danger at any time.

Not long after, with the sound of a bolt sliding, a tiger-backed figure opened the door and appeared in front of An Yizhi.

To be honest, if he hadn't shown his face first, An Yizhi might have thought this guy was a bear.

He looked like a sturdy old man, with a gray beard and a face full of weather, literally full of stories.

However, he was wearing a velvet pajama and fluffy slippers on his feet, which was a bit of a contrast to his huge size.

In his hand, he was also carrying a glass lantern that used candles, which made An Yizhi a little confused about the chronology of this copy.

Since there are tire tracks that look like the traces of modern cars, they can only be lit by kerosene and candles, and there is no electricity. Even considering that this is a mountainous area and the power grid is not easy to come by, is it really so difficult to get a flashlight......?

There are these messes in my head, but it doesn't affect An Yizhi to say hello:

"Hello, my name is Anslow, I am a botanist and botanist, I was sketching in the mountains today, but I didn't expect to encounter heavy rain suddenly, and I couldn't go down the mountain for the time being. I also heard wolves outside, so I took the liberty of asking if I could stay overnight. ”

There was nothing on his body that could prove his identity, and An Yizhi could only tell from his sketchbook that he was playing a botanist and botanist or a painter.

And the reason for choosing a botanist and botanist is that An Yizhi really doesn't have any artistic cells, although he can sketch a little, but he can't even let out a fart when he is asked to evaluate paintings or artworks, and pretending to be a painter has the possibility of revealing his stuffing.

And pretending to be a botanist and botanist is even more likely to show his stuff, after all, An Yizhi is not reading so many miscellaneous books in vain, and he can't use the knowledge learned in the animal world to fool the past.

The other party didn't seem to be suspicious of An Yizhi's words, and a kind smile appeared on the weather-beaten face of the stout old man:

"I'm sorry for what happened to you, please come in, I'm making a stew and you need some hot food."

Not only was he not suspicious, but the other party was still very enthusiastic.

Although it is not excluded that there are such hospitable guys in reality, An Yizhi is still used to thinking of all strangers in the worst possible way, considering whether the other party has other plans.

In the final analysis, there are only a few people in this world who can make An Yizhi completely believe without reservation, not to mention encountering NPCs, even if they are also players, he will also use the worst thoughts to figure out the meaning of the other party, the difference is only the difference in the degree of vigilance.

Especially in the very dangerous temporary dungeons, no amount of caution can be overstated.

An Yizhi was very talented in acting, he pretended to be happy and thanked the old man like an old man, and walked into the room from the space that the other party had left out.

"You can put your raincoat and coat here."

The old man pointed to the hanger by the door and said:

"Walk up to the living room, I'll get something to eat."

As he spoke, he turned around unguardedly, fully displayed his back in front of An Yizhi, and walked into a room on the left side of the entrance by himself, where the smell of food wafted from, it should be the kitchen.

The old man did not take the candle in the lantern with him before leaving, and Ann did not slam it, but by the dim light of the candle, he could see that the corridor was decorated with many specimens, such as the heads of deer and wolves, and it seemed that the old man liked to hunt and show off his trophies.

Living alone in the mountains, he likes to hunt and is hospitable.

That's the intelligence that's been gathered so far.

An Yizhi took off his raincoat and coat and put them on the hanger, he was wearing a white shirt jacket and vest under the coat, and the quality of the material seemed to be good to the touch.

It's just that there is nowhere to hide the pistol, and no matter where it is hidden, it will be exposed as long as you sit down.

This made An Yizhi a little entangled, and he was really insecure in an unfamiliar environment without a guy in his hand.

But after thinking about it, even if there is a gun in hand, with An Yizhi's marksmanship, there is still no sense of security......

So he only carried tobacco and pipes, which were inconspicuous things on his body, and would not cause misunderstanding even if he was discovered, and walked down the corridor rather alone.

As he passed through the kitchen, Ann glanced inside, and he saw that the old man he had just talked to was humming a small tune, stirring in front of the cauldron with a spoon in his hand, and throwing some chopped firewood into the stove from time to time.

In general, there was nothing suspicious for the time being, and An Yizhi didn't dare to stop in front of the kitchen door for long, so he just glanced at it and continued to walk forward.

When I saw a staircase that turned around, the right side of Ann's finger was the living room that prevented the sofa and other things, and there was a closed door opposite the living room, so it was not clear what it did for the time being.

Stepping into the living room, a gust of warm air enveloped him, and his fingers, which had frozen in the rainstorm, felt pleasantly soothed.

The warmth comes from the fireplace, which is filled with a red flame, and the user has thoughtfully installed a metal valve with a cut-out on the fireplace to prevent smoke from pouring directly into the living room.

A row of firewood was neatly stacked on one side of the fireplace, and the sofa was not far in front of the fireplace, on a soft oval carpet.

An Yizhi sat down on the sofa honestly with the reserved look of 'visiting a stranger's house for the first time', and looked up at the fireplace.

There was a huge half-meter-long specimen of a giant salmon hanging there, and there was a specimen of a larger arapaima on the side, which was supposed to be the prey of the old man.

On the other side of the firewood, there is a closet with picture frames scattered around.

This aroused Ann's curiosity, and he listened intently, and heard that the old man was cooking stew in the kitchen without any signs of stopping, so he quietly approached the picture frame.

The photographs in the frames are in color, and they are not the kind of 'color photographs' that are hand-colored from black and white negatives, and there is a clear difference between the two at a glance.

This made Ann Yizhi clearly realize that the current age of the copy should be after the sixties of the twentieth century, and it was only in this era that color photographs began to become popular on a large scale.

- Although it did not take long for it to become popular, it was completely swept into the dustbin of history by digital technology.

Many of the photos in the frame are solo photos of old people, such as hunting or fishing, and there are also several photos that do not belong to old people.

An Yizhi saw a man about middle-aged, and a child in his teens, judging from the face, these two should be the sons and grandsons of the old man, the family has a very strong physique, and at the same time, some inheritance can be seen from the facial features.

It is strange that An Yizhi did not find a photo of the old man's wife, but it is not too strange, for an old man who lives alone, he has countless stories to explain.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, An Yizhi hurriedly returned to the sofa lightly, and then saw the old man holding a plate with a bowl of creamy soup and a piece of white bread on it.

"You must be hungry, come and try my creamy soup, made with fresh vegetables freshly picked in the morning."

The old man's smile made people feel good, but An Yizhi was a little worried that the soup was poisonous......