Don't follow the rules

Chapter 177 Qimeng Amusement Park (Seventeen)

The backyard of a bamboo house is the most ordinary backyard.

In rural areas in the south, such a backyard is almost standard.

The difference is that ordinary people don't have so many scary "celebrity peripherals" in their homes.

That's right, the enthusiastic clerk took a break from his busy schedule to introduce to Ning Yao and the others that these rough-looking ovens are actually special celebrity peripherals, in order to restore the famous barbecue scene in the original show.

When Ning Yao and the others serve the barbecue set, they will also use these ovens for cooking.

"You can take photos and check in. I'll go to the kitchen to help first." The clerk waved his hand and ran away.

Ning Yao couldn't stop tsk-tsk, couldn't help but get very close to observe, but didn't dare to reach out and rummage directly.

"What are you talking about?" Xin Cheng asked curiously.

"Who's scared?" Ning Yao immediately retorted loudly, "You know what, it's called 'cautious'. I just observe first, what if there is something unclean in it that will kill me in the face?"

Chunyu was too lazy to pull it apart, so he stepped forward and lightly brushed the oven, rubbed some black ash on his fingers, twisted it between his fingers, and then brought it closer to his nose to smell it.

"It is indeed an ordinary oven, and there is no other mystery." He made a judgment almost immediately.

Then he stared at Ning Yao and added: "I have never burned corpses or household garbage."

Ning Yao smiled with a guilty conscience: "I'm not scared."

Chunyu nodded: "I know you are not cowardly, you are simply afraid of getting dirty."

Xin Cheng took a few pairs of disposable gloves from the table in the front yard and distributed them to everyone. He said incredulously: "Brother Yao, you can even wipe your face with urine, but you think this thing is dirty?"

Ning Yao took the gloves and put them on: "When you understand poop, it is no longer poop, but a lethal weapon."

"But dirty stuff is always dirty stuff, it's disgusting."

Xin Cheng seemed to understand, but he raised his head in confusion and asked Xu Sui: "Do you understand?"

Xu Sui said uncertainly: "Maybe it's selective mysophobia?"

Ning Yao cowered by the oven, Chunyu kicked him in the crook of his leg: "What kind of mysophobia? He is just hypocritical."

Then he assigned tasks to everyone: "The adults will flip the oven for me, and the children will search other corners of the backyard to try not to miss any blind spots."

Everyone took the order and got busy.

There are about eleven or twelve ovens stacked in the backyard, which is roughly slightly more than the dining tables in the front yard. It seems that when the front yard is full, new tables can be set up directly in the backyard.

For four adults, it’s easy to rummage through so many ovens.

An Han was the first to take action, not just to be good-looking in front of Brother Chunyu, but for this kind of team task that ordinary people can do physically, he is very happy to participate in it, and feels that he is naturally a part of the team.

When he opened the lid of the oven closest to him, it was so smoky and dark inside that even in the sunlight it was almost impossible to see the details inside.

An Han tilted the oven slightly and reached in to shake off the charcoal at the bottom.

There is nothing abnormal, only the grease dripping from the barbecue sticks to the piles of dust.

Open the other oven and it's exactly the same situation.

It's normal, yet it seems extremely abnormal.

According to Bass's hint, there must be a seal in the bamboo house, but everyone has already searched the carpet here. Not to mention the seal, nothing related to the treasure chest has been found.

The most suspicious one was the pile of ovens in the backyard, but they still didn't find any trace of the seal.

What went wrong?

An Han had already searched for his own ovens, but found nothing. He couldn't help but continue to search for the ovens that his teammates had already checked.

Seeing this, Chunyu asked: "An Han, what's wrong?"

An Han hesitated slightly, and put down the oven in his hand: "It's nothing, I just... According to normal logical reasoning, there shouldn't be any clues for such a large oven placed here."

"+1." It was rare for Ning Yao to echo An Han's reasoning, which made An Han himself look at him in surprise.

Regardless of his gaze, Ning Yao raised his hand like a student answering a question and continued, "I just discovered a pattern that can support An Han's reasoning."

Chunyu: "Oh? Let's hear it."

Ning Yao snapped his fingers: "The seal we found in the first level is in the [fire box], the seal in the third level is hidden in the [ticket box], and there are so many [ovens] here, I guess, the level treasure box of the treasure hunt game, In fact, they are some [boxes] that reasonably exist in the paradise scene.”

"So, we can pay attention to objects with the word 'box' in them. There is a high probability that they are treasure chests."

Chunyu thought about his chin: "... It makes sense, but the fire box and ticket box that have been found may just be a coincidence. No clues have been found in the oven. If you want to infer the pattern of the word 'box' in the game, at least More than three repetitions are required.”

While talking, everyone had rummaged through all the ovens in the backyard, but found nothing.

"Look," Chunyu said, "the oven can be ruled out."

"Guest officer~ the dishes are ready, you can serve dinner~" the clerk greeted them to eat in the front yard with a smile.

Having found nothing, everyone returned to the front yard listlessly.

The barbecue set they ordered needs to use this kind of oven in the backyard. The clerks have set up the oven next to the dining table, and the bottom is covered with smokeless charcoal. The processed fresh ingredients are put on skewers on the table. barbecue.

Ning Yao casually grabbed a handful of palm treasures and put them on the oven. After a while, it was sizzling and tempting grease oozes down.

Xin Cheng sniffed: "It smells so good!" Then he grabbed a handful of meat skewers and started grilling them.

It was not yet noon, and Chunyu had no appetite. He just lowered his head and thought about the information on the treasure map.

A breeze blew by, and Chunyu, who was downwind, smelled a special aroma of meat.

He frowned and raised his head, his eyes falling on the skewers in Xin Cheng's hand.

Xin Cheng was a little nervous under his stare: "Brother, you eat first?" He said and handed over a bunch.

Chunyu didn't take it but moved closer: "Dog meat?"

"Dog meat?" Xin Cheng was stunned, "I thought it was mutton or something, who knows how to grill dog meat?"

Chunyu declined Xin Cheng's roasted dog meat skewers: "You guys eat it, I don't eat dog meat."

Ning Yao held up the skewer in his hand in confusion: "Can I eat it? I heard that believers can't eat dog meat."

Chunyu asked him: "Do you believe it?"

Ning Yao: "I don't believe it."

Chunyu rolled his eyes: "Then you are so entangled."

Ning Yao: "Oh ok!" Then he started to dry out.

An Han looked at the dog meat skewer in his left hand and the tip of the chicken wing in his right hand, and murmured in a low voice with some self-doubt: "Chicken...chicken and dog hear each other?"

(End of this chapter)