After finishing speaking, Lin Fengmian stood up, brushed his hair, and saw that the little nightingale was still squatting on the ground, facing him with an eyeless face, although there was nothing that should have ...... But that kind of anticipation beyond words, uh, can still ...... You can feel it.

Lin Fengmian smiled awkwardly and promised, "Don't worry! My brother will definitely help you find ice cream. ”

"Squeak-"

The rusty iron door was slowly opened in Lin Fengmian's palm, and the moment he stepped into the front yard of the western-style building, Lin Fengmian only felt a sudden and inexplicable palpitation...... One or two are not estimated to be fuel-efficient lamps.

However, Lin Fengmian thought about it again, the illusion of death is the deepest projection of the host's subconscious, maybe after seeing the appearance of the little nightingale's family being shaped in this world, you can push back their true faces, it is difficult to say what key role it will play in solving the case, after all, ...... After all, what is projected from the depths of people's hearts is the most real and reliable, not to mention that the little nightingale is just a child.

Thinking of these, Lin Fengmian thought of the information that Hou An Ge had reported to himself, about the parents of the little nightingale, their family is not complicated on the surface, Mr. Wang is the general manager of a joint venture in Liucheng, and the workplace can be said to be very prosperous, and in the past two years, it is because of the perfect implementation of a business plan proposed by him and the great results, his career has climbed to the peak; And Mrs. Wang is also a talented woman with bright eyes and bright teeth, a slim and talented girl, graduated from a top university academy in Liucheng, and has a solid family background, and the two are often described as a perfect match and a natural pair by people in the circle.

Of course, these are all superficial things, when the couple who found the little nightingale's corpse in the alley called the police, Hou Ange had already collected the information of Mr. Wang's family as quickly as possible, not only the superficial information, but also those under the glossy skin...... Unknown negative information.

It is undeniable that some people are like this, how bright they are on the surface, how erosive they are on the inside.

Thinking of these things, Lin Fengmian walked through the front yard of the western-style building and stood outside the door, the door was not closed, but opened a thin slit and peeked in from the outside...... There doesn't seem to be a light source.

Lin Fengmian looked left and right, raised his hand and pushed, and opened the door.

"Whew-whew-whew-"

Caught off guard, a gust of yin wind swirled out from the western-style building, through the dark living room, through the porous entrance, and directly to Lin Fengmian's cheek, Lin Fengmian subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and when he focused his eyes again, he found that this place was really ......

There are no lights in the house, the only light source is the dense fog outside the house, the faint light laboriously penetrates the glass, cracks and holes of this western-style building, and incompletely transmits into the house, giving people a feeling of infinite destruction and sadness.

- The wooden floor has been rotten and collapsed in large parts, and there is a danger of falling if you are not careful; Cracks in the walls were so dense that they seemed to be able to reach into a fist at the widest point; Not to mention the ceiling, Lin Fengmian felt that every step he took could shake off a large amount of dust—even though he had already walked very cautiously.

The little nightingale seems to have a warm and beautiful home in the depths of his heart...... Sure enough, that's what it looks like.

After carefully stepping through the traps of these environmental factors, Lin Fengmian successfully arrived at the main living room on the first floor of the small western-style building, and when he entered the house, he completely understood that the light sources outside really had no effect at all, which of course could be described as "reaching out and not seeing five fingers", just in this environment, let alone looking for any ice cream, it was simply looking for death.

After thinking about it for a while, Lin Fengmian decided to go to the kitchen to have a look first, after all, once the refrigerator is in the kitchen, maybe the ice cream will be put in the refrigerator? Secondly...... The kitchen should have tools for lighting, not to mention, most of the cold weapons that can be used for self-defense...... It's all from the kitchen......

That's right, there are many crises in the illusion of death, Lin Fengmian, as a wanton traverser, does not have any superior benefits, it is no exaggeration to say that he didn't even have a dog at the beginning, but fortunately, except for some special exceptions, most people's illusions of death are relatively general, and the moment they construct the illusion of death, they will also automatically fill in all the associated things.

For example, the little nightingale, she built a steel city, built a second-floor bungalow, and at the same time, she also unconsciously made up for the facilities that were supporting these things, such as cobblestone paths, such as the front and back yards of western-style buildings, and those street lamps that were useless.

In this way, it can provide Lin Fengmian with great convenience, in short, he can search for any items and props that he can use in these scenes, no matter what style and theme of the other world the host builds, no matter how absurd and weird. For example, if there is a ghost, then he may find the peachwood sword, if there is a demon, he may find the demon mirror, the so-called all things are born and restrain each other, this is the truth.

So the first thing that Lin Fengmian thought of at the moment was the lighting device, uh, after all, it looked ...... The biggest threat at the moment is this endless darkness.

The little nightingale's temper is not strange, it can be seen from the exchange with Lin Fengmian on the side of the street, so the broken house in her subconscious is also relatively decent in terms of layout, passing through the entrance, arriving at the living room, on the left hand side of the stairs leading to the second floor, is the kitchen.

Frowning, Lin Fengmian had to slowly walk towards the door that seemed to be a kitchen in the dark, it was hard to imagine that there were still people living in this kind of house...... What kind of people would that be?

"Hmm...... My brothers are there too......"

Suddenly remembering the little nightingale's words, Lin Fengmian's brows furrowed more and more, and he couldn't help but suddenly feel that in addition to the lighting device, he also had to ...... You have to find some kind of physical knowledge to defend yourself.

I thought so, but when the kitchen of more than thirty square meters was completely displayed in front of him, Brother Fengmian was still a little ...... Uh, not adapting.

The scene outside the kitchen is ruined, like the end of the wasteland, but the kitchen is ...... But it's transparent and bright.

Exquisite kitchenware, neat stove, bright floors, and a well-equipped dining table...... Finish, complete and outside the house are two worlds, hey!

In a daze, someone walked out of the fruit room in the kitchen, Lin Fengmian subconsciously moved a few steps towards the sink, after all, there was a set of German knives in that place, at this distance, according to Brother Fengmian's calculations, he only needed 1.5 seconds to turn around and draw the knife, and he would do it with the knife.

"Little crow? What are you doing in the kitchen? It's not time to eat yet. ”

Lin Fengmian thought very carefully, but unfortunately what came out of the fruit room was a slender woman with an apron (waist, waist), she saw Lin Fengmian with a slightly distorted face at a glance, so she showed a puzzled look on her face and asked.