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"Then... this is their old lady's bedroom." After watching the CG, Feng Bujue speculated, "That kind of line, no matter how you listen to it, is the last words of the dying. And the reaction of that kid Arthur shows that his He has been basically blackened since he was a teenager..." He thought: "But... why? Because he was adopted, so he hated his younger brother? Or is it because the so-called criminals are evil in nature? Or... it happened Something that would alter his personality?"
Feng Bujue started to rummage through boxes and boxes with doubts. There are many places in this room that need to be searched, and it took him a long time to check huā. The drawers of the bedside table were all empty, and he checked from all angles, but found no lettering; and the two wardrobes were not only empty, but also gave off a serious musty smell when they were opened, even wearing a mask. Enough. Even so, Feng Bujue climbed to the top, squeezed behind the cabinet, and looked around, front, back, left, and right, inside and out.
Ten minutes later, he searched even under the bed before finally confirming... There is nothing in this room except a triggerable CG.
Feng Bujue should obviously be classified as the type who has an obsessive-compulsive disorder when playing games. The symptoms of this disorder are: obsessed with exploring all maps, finding all props, investigating every corner, talking to every NC, finding Discover every hidden element and complete all achievements. It is best to discover a few UGs as talk after customs clearance.
I remember that he used to play the ancient scrolls, oh no, when he was collecting materials for writing, he often made this mistake. Now in this single-player script, he doesn't have to consider the feelings of his teammates, and there is no time limit, so he naturally has another attack...
After finishing the first bedroom, he headed for the next door.
The exploration process of the next room is similar to this one, first explore the path with iron bars, and then enter. This second room is also a bedroom. The furnishings are not the same as the previous one, but the environmental conditions are very different. The room was dusty and contained nothing but a bed and a wardrobe. However, by observing the imprints on the floor, Feng Bujue deduced several pieces of furniture that used to exist in this room, including a desk and a piano.
"For wooden floors, as long as a piece of furniture is placed in the same place for a year, the imprints will never disappear..." he said, and touched the floor with his hands. "These imprints...at least the furniture that has been placed for more than ten years The color of the place that was pressed on the floor is obviously different from the surrounding area." Feng Bujue squatted on the ground and watched for five minutes, "But judging from the degree of dust accumulation, it is not difficult for these things to be removed. It's been a while, I'm afraid it has been chopped into firewood and burned..."
As mentioned earlier, the more empty the room, the easier it is to search. Feng Bujue lifted the dirty bed and took a look, but found nothing, then turned around and opened the large wardrobe against the wall.
"Huh... good taste." He saw the clothes hanging in the closet and said with a smile.
There are only two kinds of clothing in the wardrobe in front of him, white shirt and overalls. The shirts are all hung on the hangers, and the trousers are more convenient, hanging directly on the crossbar in the closet with the straps.
Each piece of these clothes is very dirty, covered with various stains mainly blood stains, even in the eyes of a relatively sloppy person like Feng Bujue, it has exceeded the limit of tolerance "Take the unwashed dirty What kind of mentality is it to hang clothes in the closet? Every time you open it, take off the wet and sticky ones and hang them up, and then take out the least disgusting one from the closet and put them on?" He pondered blindly He said: "After the death of their mother, these two brothers fell into a situation where no one can wash clothes? If this script is set in this way, it is indeed terrifying..."
Feng Bujue squatted down while thinking wildly, and his hands rested on the drawer in the lower half of the closet, "If this drawer is full of unwashed underwear and hides one of the yellow and white keys, I will How should I complain..."
With the sound of wood rubbing against each other, Feng Bujue opened the drawer. Fortunately, it was empty.
"Huh... I don't know why I feel a little lucky." He sighed, closed the drawer, took out a dress and a pair of pants from the closet, leaned on the size, and thought: "The little guy in the opening... probably He's over 1.6 meters tall, these clothes are obviously too big for him. So... this bedroom belongs to Andrew?"
Feng Bujue threw the clothes on the bed casually, starting from a corner of the room, and started a carpet-like search again. Since he hadn't found any plot items or memory fragments in this room, he searched more carefully than the previous room, observing and tapping almost inch by inch. Finally, when he came to the position under the windowsill and stayed for a few seconds, another CG image was triggered.
...
The golden sunlight poured into the house from the window, and there was a desk under the window sill, and a little boy about ten years old was sitting in front of the desk, fiddling with a small piece of wood in his hand with a carving knife.
The boy's hair reflected golden luster in the sun, his eyes were focused on the wood in his hand, and his movements were cautious, as if he was making a very delicate and difficult handicraft.
On the other side of the room, a boy with brown hair was sitting at the piano, playing a simple piece of music with a relaxed expression. His technique was a little rusty, so the melody was intermittent, but he didn't care, because the only audience in the room was his brother.
After this rather warm scene lasted for more than ten seconds, Andrew suddenly left the wooden block and carving knife in his hand on the table, and sighed dejectedly, "Ah~ I failed again."
"Then do it again." Arthur said back, taking his hands off the keys.
"Ah... no, no, no... this is already the fifth one, and the homework for handicraft class will be handed in tomorrow, so it's too late to do it again now." Andrew turned his head and said with a sneer: "If For my brother... this kind of thing can be done right away, after all, you are a genius!"
"Yes." Arthur replied flatly.
"Uh..." Andrew rolled his eyes and said, "You just admitted it like that..."
"You praise me as a genius, why should I be humble?" Arthur got off the piano bench and walked to Andrew's side in a few steps. "Okay, okay, leave it to me, I really can't do anything about you."
"Haha, thank you brother!" Andrew smiled brightly.
Arthur then picked up his brother's half-finished manual homework, held it in front of his eyes for a few seconds, and there was disdain in his eyes. For him, to make this kind of thing, let alone five times, it is impossible to fail even once.
It's a pity that Arthur has no chance to do these things. Once the identity of the Xingzu people is discovered, not only him, but also the person who took him in may be sentenced to death. So his mother didn't let him go to school like other children. In fact, Arthur didn't even have a friend except his brother. His life is limited to the ranch, except for occasional conversations with nearby farmers, the only people he can get in touch with are his mother and Andrew.
"Hmm... if this is the case... like this, and this..." Arthur observed for a while, and he had an idea. He took a pen and drew a formation on a piece of paper.
He finished drawing a simple formation in just one minute, and then placed the carved piece of wood on the formation.
I saw Arthur press his hands on both sides of the paper, and muttered a few words in his mouth for a while, as if he was sorting out his thoughts. After a few seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the wooden blocks on the formation also turned into pieces at this moment. Light body, sudden change in form.
When the light dissipated, the wooden block had transformed into a small wooden comb.
"Oh! It's amazing!" Andrew exclaimed.
"Shh... don't let my mother hear, she doesn't like me using alchemy." Arthur put his index finger in front of his mouth, signaling his brother to keep his voice down.
Andrew picked up the comb with bright eyes, put it in his hand and observed: "Brother, you are really amazing! Our teacher said that anyone who can complete the actual alchemy homework before the age of twelve is an absolute genius! In the future, I will definitely be able to join the royal magician army!"
"Really..." Arthur didn't react too much after hearing this, because in his opinion, the refinement just now was completely trivial, and he could have done more complicated refinement long ago. As for the Royal Sorcerer Troop... How could the Xing clan have the opportunity to study there.
Looking at his excited brother, Arthur looked very calm. He reminded: "Andrew, don't mention the matter of your brother outside, you should understand that..."
Andrew nodded, "I know, Mom has said it many times." As he answered, he picked up the carving knife and carved something on the comb.
"Hey... I've done it for you, what are you going to do? If it's broken, you won't be able to hand in your homework." Although Arthur said this, he didn't stop his brother.
Andrew quickly engraved what he wanted to engrave, held the comb in front of his brother, and said with a smile, "I won't hand it in. This is the first thing my brother made for me. I want to keep it well."
Looking at the words AA on the comb, Arthur shrugged noncommittally, and patted his brother's head: "My silly brother..."
...
After watching the video, Feng Bujue couldn't help complaining, "Are you Sasuke's brother?"
From the perspective of watching CG, it is naturally impossible to know the psychological activities of Arthur and Andrew. Feng Bujue can only make a rough guess by observing words and expressions.
"Okay... It seems that the videos in each room are not played in chronological order. But... when the two boys were in their teens, they seemed to have a good relationship..." Feng Bujue said in his heart: "Although it cannot be ruled out The factor of personality change, but I always feel... the most critical opportunity for this situation to evolve into the current situation is the so-called 'Xing Clan' blood." (
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