Duan Luoyan keenly found that this was much softer than the content of the previous letter, and it was indeed missing part of the content, so he could be regarded as a scholar who handed him a cheat sheet?

It's still the kind of intimate cheat sheet that gives three solutions to one question and lets you pick your favorite.

Second shipwreck? The village chief's daughter is dead? So their current timeline is "later", Duan Luoyan frowned, if he didn't have that letter, what happened later, he could only rely on groping, what was it.

The door was gently opened, and in came a chubby, kind, weather-beaten face, with blue plastic boots stained with mud stains, who seemed to be the fisherman mentioned in the background of the story, and immediately laughed when he saw someone in the house.

He cleaned up in the strange hut for a while, and the deserted hut immediately became angry, and it was no longer so lifeless.

He took another match, scratched it on the badly worn sandpaper, and with a "rub" sound, the dim room lit up, and he threw it into the stove, and the faint flame caught the fine wood chips and then ignited at once, and while the fire was hot, he stuffed two more firewoods, and the tongue of fire greedily licked the dry firewood, and the flames jumped up and jumped, and the fire was scorching.

He squatted in front of the stove and rubbed his hands vigorously, stood for a while, then turned his head and smiled and beckoned the players to come along: "Come on, everyone's cold, come and warm up."

The corners of the man's mouth and face were full of broken and bloody skin, which was enough to see the harsh environmental conditions here.

A few players who were so cold that they ran over to keep warm, but the basic common sense was still there, and they were all some distance away from that person.

Duan Luoyan was fine, but he smelled it, so he almost put his hand on the fire and roasted the meat fragrantly.

Duan Luoyan glanced at it, and said in his heart, is it so delicate?

Wen Jiong saw his disgusted eyes, and couldn't help but sneer. Then he put his hand around his mouth and blew, rubbed it again, and did not bake the fire again.

The man probably saw that the politeness was almost over, and began to unhurriedly report himself to the door.

"I am a fisherman in this village, and I earn money every day by catching fish and selling fish for food. The village is poor, I didn't have enough people a few days ago, I want to ask you for help, I am very surprised that you will really come to help me, I have made a schedule for you every day, you can complete the task on time, it is very simple, and there are meals. ”

Well, we can also not help you.

Everyone had a calm face, and it was not a good task to think about these tasks.

Duan Luoyan was still thinking about the scarred weirdo before, the fisherman was already here, and the key person was still the village chief, and the scarred weirdo wouldn't be the village chief.

So what happened when he came in and walked around, and then disappeared in the dilapidated bedroom? What is the relationship between a fisherman and a village chief? What is a scarred weirdo? Duan Luoyan still had many questions in his heart, and now he could only suppress them first.

"In this way, I will assign you a room first, because there are few rooms, so everyone can have a room for every two people, and the schedule is posted on the wall on the right side of the inner door, you can take a look, all the schedules start tomorrow, during which you can walk around and enjoy the scenery of the village."

After saying that, he left.

What is the view of this village?

Is this time to give us clues?

Wen Ji insisted on living with Duan Luoyan, but Duan Luoyan couldn't resist him.

There is also a small couple who divided the room, two girls, and then a man with glasses and a timid boy, as well as Yu Feng and a lonely lady, fortunately, there are many beds, and the two of them sleep on one end, despite this, the lady also put a knife on the bedside table that I don't know where to find, Yu Feng has no matter how much thought it has, and the last remaining middle-aged man has to live with the young man who was killed by him before.

After Duan Luoyan cleaned up the room, he planned to go to the bedroom before to take a look, the pocket watch he had seen before might be of some use, but he had not taken a few steps before someone suddenly pulled out his wrist.

"Huh?"