Game of Destiny: This player is different

In the vast and drifting night, the young man's poetry and wine,

Sweeping the world, Fang Qiu broke the eight wildernesses.

I don't know if it's the script world or the system deliberately did it.

When Qin Nuo and others analyzed the clues and moved to the destination, the scene suddenly switched from static to dynamic.

Four players braved the nine-level gale and granular snowflakes and performed a snow sword in the wilderness.

In this weather, it is very difficult to drive a vehicle.

Fortunately, their physiological functions are different from ordinary people, and the system gives enough time.

While walking, they stopped and dug pits on the roadside from time to time to boil hot drinks to restore body temperature, and finally arrived at the target area at dawn.

"I finally know why the mission time limit is three days. I can walk half a night."

He was sad and breathed out cold air,

Raised his hand to wipe off the ice on his face, and tremblingly lit a cigarette.

"Isn't that what high-level missions are like?"

Qin Nuo was not surprised: "Not only do we have to face opponents who are as strong as us, but we also have to be mentally prepared for a harsh environment.

Perhaps in the future we will receive more difficult missions such as faction confrontation, resource plundering, and undercover infiltration."

Xinghua Weiyu raised her eyebrows: "How do you know? Do you have inside information?"

Hanlin Zimo and Sad Arrow both looked at him.

Although they belong to the 704th Bureau, their job level is still a bit low,

They can't know some confidential information like the captain level.

Considering that Qin Shisan's level is as high as 14,

After completing this script, it is very likely that he will be promoted to level 15, touching the tail of the first echelon level, and perhaps he will know some information in advance.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Qin Nuo showed a puzzled expression on his face: "Don't you have a mobile phone?

All online novels are written like this. If you read a few more books, you will find that the routines are basically the same.

Or are you guys busy with your work and never read?"

"..."

What the hell am I expecting? Can reality be the same as novels? ?

The three players were speechless and felt that they had wasted their feelings in vain.

At this time, the sky was bright. Looking up, a trace of fish belly white was gradually driving away the night.

The biting cold wind that lasted for several hours finally dissipated when the sun rose.

After walking for half an hour, the group stopped.

"We are here." Qin Nuo pointed to the side of the road and said.

"Is this a temple?"

Xinghua Weiyu looked in the direction of his finger. Looking left and right, he really couldn't connect the pile of bricks in front of him with the land temple.

"It was originally intact. It was accidentally smashed when fighting with ghosts last time." Hanlin Zimo looked embarrassed.

Fortunately, there was no statue of the God of Land in the temple at that time, otherwise he might not be able to eat or sleep well.

Qin Nuo stepped forward and picked up a few earth bricks with his toes, noticing the traces of turning that had been covered up.

Although it was not very obvious, it could be imagined that someone had piled up bricks to sit on.

Sweep away the snow, and the soil below was the same.

Li Xiaobao revealed that the place of transaction with the contact person was the Earth God Temple, so it seems that what he said was true.

"What should we do next?" asked Sad Arrow.

"Wait."

Qin Nuo crushed a brick with his foot, stretched his waist and said: "We don't know the way,

If we rashly enter the ghost forest, we will probably get lost in it and then be surrounded.

It is better to wait near the Earth God Temple."

When visiting sick students in Lijia Village, Li Wangnian's grandson sang a self-made nursery rhyme.

Earthen bags, crying, black, white, so fun.

Combining the currently known clues,

Tubaobao refers to the grave, and Kujiji refers to the crying grave ghost.

Black and white are consistent with the main colors of the funeral.

Putting it together, Li Wangnian's grandson had personally seen the crying grave ghost kneeling on the grave and crying.

"The paper man subdued the crying grave ghost at the funeral, and it should not be released again.

And Li Erdan's son kept shouting about red clothes..."

Qin Nuo rubbed his chin, thinking that there was something strange.

Since the two children were haunted at the same time, they should have seen the same scene.

As a result, one saw a funeral and the other saw a red event.

Who wears red clothes at a funeral?

Unless it is a ghost marriage.

Qin Nuo did not tell his teammates about the unconfirmed inference,

First, it would be embarrassing to guess wrong, and second, the wrong inference would lead to a deviation in the direction of action.

Damn it,

I have collected a lot of clues, but the truth behind it is still unclear.

He spat, took out his engineer shovel and walked towards the green belt in the distance.

The other three were not surprised by this.

It was better to find something to do since they were just waiting.

Hanlin Zimo found a place to sit cross-legged,

took out a black tool kit and began to maintain his steel unicorn arm.

Sad Arrow took out the comicMagazine, standing on the spot and savoring it carefully.

Bored in the rain and apricot blossoms, I set up a simple target and practiced throwing knives from a distance of 100 meters.

Everyone was killing time in their own way, waiting for the night to fall.

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Liushu Village, Li Ergen's old house.

A family of five sat around the square table in the main hall, staring at the dozen or so cash and a stack of food and oil coupons on the table, in a daze.

After a long time, Li Ergen finally spoke: "Mother, are you sure these things were picked up?"

Luo Cuilian frowned and patiently explained: "Yes, yes, my daughter and I found a roll of paper stuffed by the window when we got up this morning.

We pulled it off and found money and bills inside."

She was a little uneasy, rubbing her calloused hands back and forth: "Old man, do you think it's Dazhuang who has come back?

He felt ashamed to see us, so he secretly stuffed the things in."

Hearing the word "Dazhuang",

Li Xiaobao said coldly with disdain: "Mom, don't mention that bastard. If he had a conscience, he should have come back long ago. How could he secretly stuff money in?

He must be having fun with that wild woman outside now, and he has forgotten my sister long ago."

"You kid!" Luo Cuilian patted him lightly, and glanced at Li Xiaotian next to him.

The latter was holding the child with a dazed expression, as if he didn't hear it.

However, her gradually moistened eyes betrayed her inner thoughts.

A husband and wife are bound by a hundred days of grace.

Especially in the 1960s and 1970s, the concept of marriage in rural areas was that if you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, you follow the dog.

Unless there is really no way to live together, the couple would like to stab each other to death with a knife, otherwise they will not easily divorce.

Li Xiaotian is not old, it would be a lie to say that no one cares about her.

But she would rather be a widow than go to the village to go through the divorce procedures, and the main reason is this.

"Okay, don't mention that man, I will treat my son-in-law as dead."

Li Ergen patted the table and turned to look at his son Li Xiaobao: "Bao, I heard you say something just now, it seems that you know something?

There are no outsiders here, you might as well tell it."

"Yes, if you know it, tell it, otherwise Mom will feel uneasy." Luo Cuilian persuaded.

Li Xiaobao looked around and confirmed that the doors and windows were closed and no one was eavesdropping outside.

So he lowered his voice and spoke in an uncertain tone: "Dad, Mom, sister, do you still remember the educated youth who came to the village to work in the countryside a few years ago?"

"I remember, they are quite capable and helped your dad to exorcise evil spirits." Luo Cuilian continued.

"One of them came to the village last night.

You know, he is now working in the county public security bureau, and he speaks with great momentum." Li Xiaobao's face flashed with envy,

"I ran into him right when I went out.

I didn't think it through at the time, but after I came back, I felt that things were not so strange.

Now seeing this pile of money,

I understand that he must have heard about our family situation and secretly did good deeds in the middle of the night without leaving a name."

Li Ergen caught the wrong in the words, and his old face was stern: "What are you doing out in the middle of the night?"

"Ah? Pee...pee."

"Pee!

You must be dealing in that ghost mushroom business. Dazhuang went into the forest to cut trees and was possessed by evil spirits. Why don't you learn your lesson!"

After that, Li Ergen straightened his old body and raised his hand to hit.

Luo Cuilian hurriedly stopped him and glared at her son angrily: "Bao, I've told you so many times that forest is haunted.

Da Zhuang has been possessed by a vixen. If you get into trouble again, will you let my parents live?"

"What's the problem? I've done it many times. It's just that the receiver is a bit weird."

Li Xiaobao recalled the appearance of the contact person and felt that the other party looked not much different from an ordinary person except that he was dressed more tightly and had whiter skin.