Jie Fangcheng followed him into the house, somewhat confused.
The room was still the same as when they left, and nothing seemed to be wrong.
Zhang Daoan walked around the house and found no clues. He then walked outside and carefully checked the cabinet that was still placed in the yard.
The cabinet was quite old, with scratches all over from use. Zhang Daoan patiently opened the drawers one by one. There were many common daily necessities inside, and even a bag of rice in the bottom drawer.
This bag of rice seemed to have been forgotten in the cupboard, and it actually sprouted a little.
Zhang Daoan pondered for a moment, then picked up the bag of rice and took a look at it.
Then his eyes seemed to casually sweep over the drawer where the rice was kept.
The inside of the drawer was mottled and old, and it seemed that the user had accidentally cut his hand, leaving obvious blood stains inside the drawer.
The bloodstains made the scratches inside the drawer more obvious, forming irregular patterns that looked like Arabic letters.
The Temple…
This is the only hint.
Zhang Daoan turned his gaze away and put the rice back.
"How is it?" asked Jie Fangcheng.
He just shook his head: "There are too few clues. Let's go back."
This was the first time he said such words. Jie Fangcheng was shocked for a moment, but quickly followed him back to the Shenju Tower.
Without the resistance leader, Zhang Daoan seemed to be in an awkward situation. He remained silent all the way and after returning to the tower, he just leaned against the wall and watched the lively help point.
The players were helping the residents enthusiastically, but today it seemed that there were a few fewer players.
The individual players who did not remove the Huimengyu from their minds began to feel contempt uncontrollably.
What on earth are these gods doing? Why set up a help point if they can just help the residents? Do they still remember that they used to walk around the city and randomly spread blessings to the residents in the city so that these lowly civilians could experience the love and power of God
But now, these people don't even wear the divine robes. They stand there like waiters, handling each commission as it comes in. They have completely deviated from the original goal, and the residents who used to be in awe of the Lord of Gods seem to have changed the way they look at them in the past two days.
This won't work!
The status of God's favored ones is high and mighty, they are the incarnation of God!
The gods are kind and majestic, but how can there be any majesty in what these gods' followers are doing now
As fewer and fewer people came to ask for help, a thin resident came over hesitantly.
"Sir God, I have been so hungry these past two days. Can I pray for something to eat?"
The responsible player didn’t even think twice: “Of course!”
They had just decided yesterday that starting today, they would not allow the NPCs who came to help to collect so much food. However, as soon as the order was issued, there was still a lot of food left from this morning and the previous two days. Everyone was originally discussing how to return it to the residents of the city, after all, they couldn't eat it all. Now that someone took the initiative to come to the door, the player didn't think much about it and immediately took some out.
The residents who got the food gobbled it up on the spot, which made the players feel jealous.
The residents who were watching on the side immediately looked at each other, and soon they also rushed to the help point.
"Sir, I'm still hungry too. Can you give me some too?"
"Sir, my child hasn't eaten for several days! Give me some too!"
The leftover food, fruits and vegetables were continuously returned to the residents. Word of mouth spread, and the number of residents at the assistance point had decreased in the past two days, but increased again at this time.
Although Jie Fangcheng was not very smart, he had lived for so long and had seen so many ghost stories. The scene before him seemed to overlap with a previous case.
"It's bad." said Xie Fangcheng.
Zhang Daoan looked at him.
Jie Fangcheng explained to him in a low voice: "I have handled a similar case before. It was a small town. The mayor was a very kind person. Although the city was small, it was close to a water source, so it was quite rich. As a result, there was a flood one year. The water submerged the farmland, and the mayor opened his warehouse to provide relief to the victims."
This has apparently happened frequently in history, but the difference is that the lord of this small town was too kind-hearted.
"He believed that the city residents had lost their food and homes due to the flood, and their bodies and minds had been severely damaged, so they should be better resettled. So he asked the wealthy families in the city to vacate their 'unused' houses to accommodate the victims, and asked the families with abundant food rations to donate 'extra' food rations to help the hungry people. He also set an example by spending all his private treasury."
Zhang Daoan had already guessed the result: "Originally, he was praised by everyone, and only the rich hated him. But as time went on, the victims who could not afford to live in the city moved into the city and lived in the houses they should not have been able to live in. After eating delicacies they could not eat before, they found that while they were hungry and cold, these rich people could still waste food. When the flood receded, the city lord wanted to let these victims return to the poor land to farm, but they were unwilling to do so?"
"Yes." Jie Fangcheng nodded. "When I went to deal with it, this kind city lord was tortured by his attendants and interrogated about his private property. He had already turned into a ghost."
Being able to turn into a ghost, you can imagine how cruel the means of "torture and interrogation" were.
"It won't work if those in power only have good intentions but no means."
In Qiming City, there used to be gods’ servants. They were a group of strict managers. The gods’ almost unlimited help seemed so kind and majestic against the backdrop of the gods’ servants.
But now, the gods' servants are dead, leaving only the gentle and kind gods' followers.
"But the players are still better than that city lord. At least in terms of military strength, the entire Qiming City is not enough to burn Nie Shuangshuang now, right?"
Zhang Daoan nodded in agreement.
Over there, the remaining food in the players' hands was quickly distributed, and the crowded help point was filled with residents who had not received any food. For a moment, there was a chorus of groans and prayers, and the players behind the help point felt a little panicked.
But the strength of the gods' followers was there, and no one dared to say anything. Regardless of whether they could get food or not, there was still a chorus of gratitude at this moment.
The morning passed in a hurry, and it was not until lunchtime that everyone realized something was wrong.
"Is that all you've got?"
The NPC in charge of collecting and delivering food had a bitter look on his face: "Lord Shenjuan, you shouldn't give all the food to those cheap... residents so easily. Now they all say they are too hungry. You must not want to see them starving, so you refuse to hand over the food."
The food collected earlier was enough for a hundred people to eat, and there was some food left over, but after the food for lunch was divided equally among everyone, everyone was only half full, and they still had to deliver food to the group of little godsons living in the God's Tower.
The children were at the stage of growing up, and even though they were just NPCs, the adults didn't feel comfortable withholding their food.
After lunch, I searched for the Son of God in the afternoon. Today was the first time that I didn’t find a single Son of God.
what to do
Countless people are hesitating and even regretting.
We really shouldn’t distribute the leftovers to the residents. Now we can’t even get enough to eat.
What's even more terrifying is that they can't find the Son of God. If they can't gather enough Sons of God, they will die in this copy.
Could it be that... their original method was the correct way to pass the level
Do good deeds in the morning to accumulate divine power, and pray at night, so that you can find the Son of God at least the next day.
Only the prosperous people look calm.
Their calmness is more of a calmness that comes from having a backer. Jie Fangcheng is his backer in terms of military strength, and Zhang Daoan is his backer in terms of brainpower.
With two big mountains to lean on, if they can't think of a better way to pass the level, no one else will be able to think of it either.
Only Jie Fangcheng knew that Zhang Daoan had said “there are no clues” himself.
But whether he really has no clues or is worried about being monitored, he can only ask him at night.
Although the Son of God was not found in the afternoon, Wei Yuan and his friends still went out to set up a stall and collect money to help.
This gave the players a hint, and they set up stalls and started helping out for a fee.
What surprised them was that although the help point was free in the morning, the stall that charged a fee in the afternoon still had business.
Dinner was earned by this paid help.
At dinner time, the NPC who had been actively helping with cooking didn't come either, saying that he had something to do at home.
The players cook their own meals and then send them to the children upstairs. It's like office workers making money to support their children.
Before dinner, Zhang Daoan went to the floor where the Sons of God were, and then came down soon.
Xie Fangcheng was with him the whole day. To be honest, Manager Xie didn't know if it was because of his own stupidity, but after following him the whole day, he only knew that there might be some problems in the family of the deceased resident resistance leader, but he didn't know much else.
So after dinner, Xie Fangcheng curiously held Zhang Daoan's hand.
"Tell me, tell me."
Zhang Daoan looked down at his hand and did not refuse.
There was a flash before the two of their eyes, and they entered Zhang Daoan's thinking world again.
When he came in this time, Jie Fangcheng was stunned again.
The last time I came in, there was a cafe, this time I came in, there was an amusement park - and it really seemed like a functioning amusement park, except that there were no other tourists and the facilities were very luxurious and complete.
The two were on the Ferris wheel and could see the scenery below.
Although he knew that it was Zhang Daoan's thinking space, Jie Fangcheng still looked around and found that the park was not only luxurious, but also somewhat familiar. Some of the iconic facilities were simply one-to-one replicas. So he did not ask about the copy first, but became curious about his thinking space.
"Your amusement park looks very much like that famous amusement park!"
Zhang Daoan also admitted it openly: "Yes, this is the template."
Jie Fangchengle: "It's in your own mind. Otherwise, you would have been sued long ago if you copied it like this."
Zhang Daoan smiled and took the initiative to mention the scene of the copy.
"Yes, there is a clue. The dead NPC left clues in a very familiar way. If it is really what I think, this time... I might have to take a gamble."
(End of this chapter)