Mystery quickly turned back to see the woman standing behind him looking at him with an extremely eerie smile.

"Xiao Xun, how many times have you said it, it's not good to turn over other people's things, why don't you listen."

"I ...... I was wrong, I don't dare in the future. Mystery lowered his head, his body shaking, and he cried.

The woman cried when she saw Mystery, smiled, stroked his head, and said softly, "You are a good boy if you know that you can change your mistakes, don't be like this in the future." Otherwise, you will really die. ”

After some time, Mystery looked up to find that the woman was long gone. He stood up, looked at the diary in his hand, silently placed it on the table in the living room on the second floor, and then walked up to the third floor.

On the third floor is an attic with three bookshelves full of books on history and mythology. Mystery Hunt took out a copy at random, it was "Historical Secrets". Turning the first page, there is a passage written in the book: History will not be forgotten, because no one will remember. We can only move forward and let everything become a thing of the past, drowned in the long river.

Enigma turned to the front page, and the first page read, "God never shows faces, 'they' will only look for suitable agents to carry out the instructions issued by 'their'......" I don't know how long later, Enigma heard the woman's cry "Xiao Xun, Xiao Xun should eat." ”

Mystery went downstairs and saw the woman sitting at the dining table waving at him, "Come on, come on, sit down, I specially burned your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs today, come and try it." Enigma sat down at the table and said nothing. After a while, the woman said to Mystery, "Xiao Xun, I'm going to go out later, eat well and do my homework." With that, the woman went out. The mystery looked at the time, oh ten twenty. No, ten-twenty!

"Sure enough, you have to follow the prescribed way before you can continue with the next events." After analyzing the situation, Enigma quickly devises a plan to use the infinite loop to get information.

Mystery returns to the attic and re-reads the book. But I didn't read it long before the woman reappeared.

"Xiao Xun, this is the last time, don't mess around." The woman's smile was even more weird this time, and her body was shaking with excitement.

It's wrong again, he's wrong in betting, maybe he can only continue by following the plot. There was no way, so he had to do his homework honestly.

To the surprise of the puzzle, however, there were only three questions to the assignment

1. Does God exist?

2. Is God omnipotent?

3. What do you think is the requirement to become a god?

Mystery silently closed the workbook, and thousands of alpacas galloped past in his heart. This question is really too difficult, and for an open question that does not have an accurate answer, it is possible to answer it correctly or incorrectly. You only get one chance, and I have to say it's challenging.

After pondering for a long time, the mystery suddenly burst out laughing and wrote down the first answer: existence. Then the second answer was written: no. After pondering for a moment about the third question, he wrote down the third answer: There is no requirement because everyone is a god!

The woman did not appear, and the homework on the table floated out of the window without wind.

At this time, a man's voice came, "Xiao Xun, come down." ”

Mystery went downstairs to find a man standing in the middle of the living room. To his surprise, the man's head was a mosaic from any angle, and when he heard the sound of going downstairs, he added, "I can't see you, you must find a way for me to see you, or you won't want to get the key clues." The man paused for a moment and then said, "Since you know it's a game, I'm going to get to the point." Success, leave; Fail, die! ”

Mystery, wordlessly, looked at the mosaic-faced man and asked curiously, "How do you know, I know, it's just a game." ”

"I'm God, so I know what you're thinking." The man remained expressionless.

"Bullshit God, do you believe me if I say I'm God?"

"Faith."

The mystery was speechless, and he didn't know what to do. And so he looked at the man, and the man looked at him. After some time, the man spoke, "You still have three hours to find a way. ”

"Dry" Mystery glared at the man fiercely and left the living room on the first floor.

Back on the second floor, Enigma first observes the family portrait he saw earlier. Seeing the smeared man's head on it, he couldn't help but try to erase it with his hands. What is surprising is that the traces of the crayons seem to exist with the photograph in the first place, and there is no way to scrape them off.

Sure enough, it can't be so simple, the mystery stares at this family portrait wordlessly, and the more he looks at it, the more he feels that something is wrong. The background used to be a clear sky, but now it is cloudy. Suddenly, the mystery thought of the rain. Mystery returns to his room to find a paintbrush and tries to draw rain on the photo. However, he failed. He tried to splash again, and it worked! It gradually began to rain in the background, and the crayon marks on the man's face slowly faded, revealing the man's handsome face.

"So I'm so handsome." The man stepped behind the mystery at some point.

"You're still so narcissistic, Daddy." Mystery suddenly said, "Don't ask me how I know, just gut feeling." But I'm curious, have you been here all the time? ”

"You've found out, but I'm dead now, and it's just a, well, how to put it, just your imagination." Daddy smiled, "I can only exist in your dreams, don't worry, I will always watch you." The world needs to be explored by yourself, and there are surprises in the basement. With that, he transformed into a puff of green smoke drifting into the air.

The mystery stood for a long time, shook his head, and walked to the basement.

The basement was empty, with only one door, and an ancient sword hung next to it, and Mystery stepped forward to pick up the sword and looked at it carefully. It is engraved with strange patterns, and mysterious words are engraved on the hilt of the sword. The mystery played around a few times, pinned it to his waist and straightened his dress, then came to the door, where he gently pushed it open and walked in without looking back.