A small yellow floral skirt and two well-woven braids...... Although the little girl buried her head deep in her lap, Lin Fengmian recognized her, she was the builder of this unconscious world and the victim of this case—poor little nightingale.

Finding the little nightingale so smoothly made Feng Mian breathe a sigh of relief, among the death illusions he had experienced in the past, one of the types that gave Lin Fengmian the most headache was the need to break through many obstacles and dangers to find the host, after all, it was very important to communicate with the host, and it didn't take much effort to find it at the moment, so it seems that this time the crossing operation can be over quickly.

"Little Nightingale......

Lin Fengmian moved two steps and took the lead in breaking the silence, these hosts are completely unconscious in the illusion of death that he constructed, for Lin Fengmian who came through, he can't tell these poor people the truth of the matter, after all, while ability brings responsibility, there are also many limitations, so Lin Fengmian can not do much, entering, communicating, obtaining information, and saving or surpassing these poor people by the way is all his work in the illusion of death.

The little girl with double twist pigtails heard someone shouting to herself, and slowly raised her head, Lin Fengmian had witnessed the appearance of this little girl at the murder scene and in the morgue, but even so, when he saw the face of the little girl in front of him, it still made him frown somewhat.

- The Little Nightingale in the Illusion of Death...... No eyes.

It's not that her eyes are hurt or ...... Seeing nothing, Lin Fengmian found that on the cute and immature goose egg face of the little nightingale, there was no organ like [eyes], which should have been the location of the eye sockets, but at this minute it was an empty skin, Nima didn't talk about the eyes, not even the infrastructure of the eye sockets and eyelashes.

No way.

“…… Who is it? The little nightingale squatted on the ground, raised her head, and shook her head from side to side blankly, as if looking for someone to speak, her behavior was really weird in Lin Fengmian's opinion, and it was impossible to describe it in words.

Lin Fengmian has not yet figured out the details of the little nightingale's world, but he can tell the difference from the current situation...... It is estimated that it has nothing to do with innocence, and it can be seen from the stark contrast between the towering buildings around and this small western-style building and the fact that the little nightingale has no eyes, and this little girl's heart is filled with a very strong sense of loneliness.

A seven-year-old child.

Lin Fengmian frowned, blinked, and tried to calm his mind, the only thing he could do for her at present was to find out the real culprit.

"It's me." Lin Fengmian was short, and half-squatted in front of the little nightingale, as if he was afraid of scaring the poor child, he said softly.

"Brother...... Brother? The little nightingale stretched out her little hand and wanted to touch Lin Fengmian, but Lin Fengmian didn't dodge, held the little girl's hand, and replied to her, "Well, it's my brother." ”

In the illusion of death of all hosts, as long as Lin Fengmian enters, he will be immediately assigned to some roles that fit the subconscious world of these hosts, this situation is the unconscious behavior of the host, and Lin Fengmian also ends easily, otherwise it would be troublesome to always explain who he is.

It seems that this time, the role he has taken on in this world is the brother of the little nightingale.

Lin Fengmian had already obtained all the information of the little nightingale before rushing to the Hunhuang community, which also benefited from Hou Ange's efficiency, judging from the information, Mr. Wang's family only had a daughter of the little nightingale, and she now called her brother...... It seems that the resentment is quite deep......

"Brother...... My ice cream is gone......" Hearing Lin Fengmian speak, the little nightingale was not so flustered, she grabbed Lin Fengmian's hand, and only repeated one sentence over and over again.

"Brother...... My ice cream is missing......"

Lin Fengmian's heart sank, and he probably knew what the core obstacle of this crossing was, from now on, no matter how she asked, the little nightingale probably wouldn't answer any more information she wanted to know, she seemed to be deeply trapped in her own illusion of death, and what information did she want to get or surpass this poor little girl...... The necessary processes still have to be followed.

"Little Nightingale, your ice cream...... Where is it missing? Lin Fengmian thought about things, looked up and glanced around, the gray fog became thicker and thicker at this time, as if the place that could be seen was only the small area where he and the little girl were at the moment, so ...... Where's the ice cream?

"I don't know...... I bought it back...... It's in the fridge...... But now it's gone......" The little nightingale shook her little head helplessly, saying that she didn't know what was going on, anyway, when she found out, the ice cream was gone, and the family said they didn't see it, and the heartbroken little nightingale had to run out of the house and squat on the side of the street and cry bitterly.

Lin Fengmian swallowed his saliva, the little nightingale's words undoubtedly conveyed an important message - the ice cream was missing in the two-story small western-style building behind her.

In other words, there is no accident, Lin Fengmian has to be alone...... Exploring the western-style building.

What kind of western-style building is this! As soon as Lin Fengmian raised his head, the two-story western-style building in front of him seemed to rise suddenly in an instant, obviously only more than ten meters high, and he was stunned to create a strong sense of oppression like a hundred-meter dangerous building, not to mention that the sky on the top of the western-style building was even more turbulent at this time.

This is clearly a ghost building, hey!

In the world of death illusions, in addition to not being able to tell the host the true situation - for example, you are dead, you are in a coma due to an accident, there is also a very important rule, that is, [you must agree to and complete the host's request], if this rule is explained in normal terms, it is to help the host untie the knot, fulfill the last wish or something, in short, complete any related tasks they give.

Any.

For example, the task that the little nightingale issued to Lin Fengmian at the moment was to help her find her lost ...... Ice cream.

If these tasks were not solved, the host would not be able to wake up at all, and Lin Fengmian would not want to ask for any clues from them...... Eh, it's hard work.

Ability is responsibility! No way, Lin Fengmian scratched the back of his head, and then asked, "That...... Little Nightingale, are Mom and Dad in the house? "Anyway, let's ask first, if there are monsters inside, it's better to be mentally prepared!

“…… Well," the little nightingale nodded, "the brothers are too......"

Brothers, brothers......

Well, it seems that this time the lollipop used as a difficulty test did not play its intended role, the death illusion of this seven-year-old girl...... It doesn't seem to be as simple as [Simple Mode]......

"Okay......" Lin Fengmian had a black line on his face (fortunately, the little nightingale couldn't see it), his expression was steady, and he gently patted the little girl's shoulder, "You wait for my brother here, my brother will go in and find you ice cream, don't go around, be obedient." ”

"Hmm!"