These two problems are not a problem in Feng Mo's view.

After experiencing the reincarnation torture of the snowy mountains, Feng Mo was tired of that kind of repetitive puzzle solving.

Kill the entire village directly, and when you kill someone, it shows that the mission has failed, so you don't know who is the target of the mission?

As soon as Feng Mo thought of this, an old man carrying a tin bucket happened to come across the path where they were.

He improvised his mind, pounced on it and smashed his fist on the old man's head, breaking the old man's neck!

The old man lost consciousness before he could react to what was happening, and the bucket of coal in his hand fell on the snow, black and white.

Feng Mo killed without saying a word, which scared Lin Yue.

But Lin Yue probably understood Feng Mo's thoughts, so he didn't stop him.

When the old man lost his breath, a line appeared in the sky—

Foul once, warning! The second foul will directly wipe out all the reincarnators!

Then, Lin Yue and Feng Mo saw a flower in front of their eyes, and the corpse of the old man at their feet also disappeared, and the two returned to the origin of time again.

Feng Mo smiled and looked at the sunset on the horizon:

"Sure enough, there are unspoken rules. And...... The two of us don't seem to be the same as the four seasons experienced by those novices before, compared with those novices, the natural disasters we face seem to have weakened a lot, and the main test is actually reasoning ability? ”

Lin Yue also discovered this problem, and he nodded:

"It's not the same. Maybe it's because we have too many supplies, and it's not difficult to test us with natural disasters. Trouble, we have to learn the stories of these villagers one by one, and then find out who is likely to die. ”

On the path, the old man with the bucket came over again, he was at least sixty years old, his physical strength was not good, and he had some difficulty carrying coal.

"Then let's ask them one by one."

Feng Mo stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help the old man lift the barrel of coal, smiling harmlessly:

"Uncle, it's so heavy, I'll help you get it."

Feng Mo's tone and expression were quite natural and friendly, without any sense of guilt, as if he was not the one who killed the old man two minutes ago.

The old man was stunned for a moment, looked up at Feng Mo, and then he grinned, handed the bucket to Feng Mo, and opened his mouth with a strong Northeast flavor of Mandarin:

"Thank you, young man. You...... Whose relatives are they? Why haven't I seen you in the village? ”

Feng Mo didn't blink an eye when he lied.

"If we come to ski, we pass by this village and think that the scenery of your village is very beautiful, so we plan to stay in your village for two days. Is there a hotel in the village? ”

"Where did you get a hotel in such a small village! The kids have to ride their bikes for half an hour to get to town and school! The uncle waved his hand, "If you don't dislike it, go to my house for two days, my granddaughter has just been admitted to university this year, and her bedroom is now empty." ”

Feng Mo smiled very happily:

"That's fine! Leave the rough work to us, and we'll do it for you. ”

The uncle was coaxed by Feng Mo to smile all the time, praised him again and again, and invited Feng Mo and Lin Yue to drink together at night.

But when the uncle looked at Lin Yue, there was a little more doubt and vigilance in his eyes, and he seemed to suspect that Lin Yue was not a good person.

Lin Yue couldn't help but pout.

How so...... The villagers here are really simple.

Just because Feng Mo was enthusiastic and sensible, the old man trusted him so much, on the contrary, Lin Yue was a little colder, and he failed to gain the trust of the other party.

Judging people by their appearance is really unacceptable.

Lin Yue was not such an eager person, and he couldn't pretend to be it, he continued to have a cold face and pointed to a big tree nearby:

"I'll go get our bags."

Under the cover of the big tree, he took out a backpack that was stuffed full of stuff from the spatial ring, and then followed Feng Mo and the old man.

On the way to the old man's house, Lin Yue learned that the old man's surname was Zhao, and because the name was ugly, he refused to tell Lin Yue and Feng Mo his name, so the two didn't ask.

Old man Zhao's yard was very large, with two rows of spacious and bright tiled houses, and Old Man Zhao arranged for Lin Yue and Feng Mo to live in the row of houses facing east, and he himself lived in the row facing south.

The old man was really unkind, Feng Mo said that he was willing to help with the work, so he really supported Feng Mo and Lin Yue to work all night.

Under the illumination of the courtyard lamp, Lin Yue and Feng Mo braved the moonlight and split the more than two-meter-high firewood stack of Old Man Zhao's house into broken wood in one go.

And Old Man Zhao has been sitting on the kang, drinking a little wine, watching Lin Yue and Feng Mo work through the window, and went to sleep when he was tired.

Before going to bed, Lin Yue obviously heard the sound of dragging chains in Old Man Zhao's room, as if he had reinforced the door with chains, and he also led the dog in the courtyard to his house.

Quite defensive.

Lin Yue felt that this old man Zhao seemed to be ...... It's not so simple either.

Fortunately, Lin Yue and Feng Mo's physical fitness is very good, and they are only a little tired after chopping a yard of firewood, and they can recover after a night's rest.

After holding a handful of firewood back to the room, Lin Yue began to light a fire on the kang, while Feng Mo began to look through the bookshelves.

This is the boudoir of Zhao Xiaoling, the granddaughter of Old Man Zhao, except for various high school textbooks, test papers, and tutoring books on the shelves, there is no miscellaneous book, and it looks very clean at a glance.

But Feng Mo was more curious, he searched in the room for a long time, and really turned out a locked box under the wardrobe.

The small lock was not as thick as Feng Mo's thumb, and when he pinched it gently, the lock was deformed and popped open automatically.

The box contained a bunch of gossip magazines, celebrity photos, and cartoons.

At the bottom of the box, there is also a locked diary.

Because he doesn't have his own story, Feng Mo is particularly interested in other people's stories.

The lock on this diary was also useless to him, and with a slight pinch, the plastic combination lock shattered.

Feng Meng really looked at Zhao Xiaoling's diary.

March 5, 2011, Sunny, Saturday: School has started again, the learning content of the first year of junior high school is still relatively simple, but why can't I get into the top 10 of the class? Study the weekends too!

April 10, 2011, Xiaoxue, Sunday: Grandpa made me work for another day, so tired! But grandpa's waist is not good, it's okay for me to do more work, my parents are not at home, and grandpa is quite pitiful alone.

July 23, 2011, Xiaoyu, Saturday: Wang Chun said that my table mate Duan Mingxi is handsome, why don't I think it at all? But he's really grown a lot taller recently, boys are growing so fast, obviously shorter than me when he first entered junior high school, and now he's a head taller than me. But I still bullied him all the time, and he smiled every time and didn't get angry...... Why don't you hit me? Obviously beaten.

are all very ordinary daily life, and the records are not too frequent, but Feng Mo can watch them with relish.

That kind of girl's careful thoughts, little troubles, seemed interesting to him.

Full of life.

After going to high school, the academic pressure became greater, and the content of Zhao Xiaoling's diary became less lively, and when she wrote, she basically complained that the learning content was too difficult, complained a few words, and then cheered herself up.

In the first half of her junior year of high school, Zhao Xiaoling did not write a diary.

After more than three months, on the first day of 2017, Zhao Xiaoling suddenly wrote a new diary, but the content was completely different from the previous daily trivialities.

January 1, 2016, Sunny, New Year's Day: The pressure was too great, I went to the back mountain for a walk and saw a ghost in the air-raid shelter. I'm scared.

Lin Yue had already heated the kang and laid out the futon, and when he saw Feng Mo looking through other people's diaries, he also walked over to take a look.

I just saw Zhao Xiaoling saying that she had a ghost.

Lin Yue and Feng Mo glanced at each other, and the two got together and began to quickly flip through the diary behind.

January 2, 016, Light Snow, Sunday: I heard her crying again. There was no one in that bomb shelter, only a broken kang built by a homeless man in the village before, and it must be a ghost crying. I heard that many people died in the air-raid shelter in the past, and it was the place where the Japanese devils threw their bodies, and few people in the village dared to approach it. I couldn't help but tell my grandfather about the woman's cry, but he didn't believe it, saying that I was under too much pressure to study. Perhaps...... I don't dare to think about it so much.

January 3, 2016, light snow, Monday: I called a few boys in my class to go to the bomb shelter to have a look, I didn't say I saw ghosts, I just said that it was very mysterious and I wanted to go on an adventure. A few classmates were very curious, so they went with me, looked around, and found nothing. Before leaving, a few male classmates wanted to try if the kang could burn, so they got some firewood and lit the kang, but as a result, a woman's cry came from the kang! We were terrified, ran out, ran away, and suddenly remembered, what if it wasn't a ghost, it was murder? Who sealed the living person in a broken kang and wanted to bury her alive, right? I went back with them, took the kang open and looked at it, and the woman was already dead. Was it smoked to death by us, or was it a long time ago? We don't know, so ...... He sealed the kang back and pretended that nothing had happened.

The diary entry for this day was sloppy, and it was clearly written in a state of extreme panic.

The diary after that didn't even have a date:

She wasn't from the village, and no one found out that a person had died there.

Who buried her in the kang?

I look like a murderer now, including my grandfather.

I'm going to get into a good university and get away from this horrible village.

After these three articles, Zhao Xiaoling never wrote a diary again.

The diary was brief, but Lin Yue could feel the apprehension and despair in her heart.

Originally, Lin Yue thought that Zhao Xiaoling's hidden diary was because of the girl's careful thinking, but now it seems that the secret hidden in this girl's heart is quite scary.

Lin Yue glanced at Feng Mo:

"Generally speaking, the back mountain must be in the opposite direction of the entrance to the village, let's go there and have a look?"

Feng Mo's eyes are shining:

"Okay."

Lin Yue put the backpack into the space ring, and walked out of the room with a light movement.

I don't know if the down jackets they wore were too thick, but after walking out of the door, they felt a little hot.

But before the two of them walked out of the courtyard of Uncle Zhao's house, a line of words in the sky made them stop.

The target character is dead, and the mission has failed!

Without warning, time goes back again.

Lin Yue and Feng Mo stood in the sunset again, in front of the entrance of the village.

The two looked at each other, both numb.

This time, the two ignored Uncle Zhao and passed by him directly.

(End of chapter)

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