"Then … this should be their mother's bedroom." After Feng Bujue finished the cinematic, he speculated. "That line, no matter how you look at it, it sounds like the mother's last words. And that kid Arthur's reaction shows that he was basically corrupted when he was a teenager … "He pondered." But … why? Is it because he was adopted that he was jealous of his younger brother? Or is it because the Xin clan is naturally evil? Or … did something happen that could change his personality? "
With that question in mind, Feng Bujue started to rummage through the cupboards. There were many places to search in this room, and the inspection took him a long time. The drawers of the bedside table were empty. He checked every angle, but there was no carving. The two armoires were not only empty, but when they were opened, they gave off a heavy stench of decay. Even with the mask on, Chen Ge was suffocated by the stench. Even so, Feng Bujue still climbed to the top and squeezed his way to the back of the cupboard. He looked around, inside and out.
Ten minutes later, he even searched under the bed and confirmed that … there was nothing else in this room other than a triggering cinematic.
Obviously, Feng Bujue should be categorized as the type who had an obsessive-compulsive disorder when it came to gaming. The symptom of this kind of disorder was the obsession to explore all the maps, find all the items, investigate every corner, converse with every NPC, find every hidden element, and complete all the achievements. It would be best if he could uncover a few bugs so that he could talk about them after clearing the game.
He remembered that when he was playing the Elder Scrolls, or rather, when he was collecting materials for his writing, he would often have this problem. Now that he was in a solo scenario, he did not need to consider his teammates' feelings, and there was no time limit, so naturally, it acted up again.
After dealing with the first bedroom, he moved to the one next door.
The exploration process for the next room was similar. First, he used the rod to explore the way before he entered. This second room was also a bedroom. The furnishings were different from the previous room, but the environment was completely different. The room was filled with dust. Other than a bed and a armoire, there was nothing else. However, Feng Bujue was able to deduce that there were several pieces of furniture in the house, including a desk and a piano, by observing the imprints on the floor.
"For the wooden floor, as long as a piece of furniture has been left in the same spot for a year, the imprint will never disappear …" He said as he touched the floor with his hand. "These imprints … can only be left behind by a piece of furniture that has been placed there for at least ten years. The color of the places that have been pressed against the floor is obviously different from the surroundings." Feng Bujue squatted on the ground and looked at it for five minutes. "But judging from the extent of the dust, these things have been moved away for some time. I'm afraid they have been chopped into firewood and burned …"
As mentioned earlier, the emptier the room, the easier it would be to search. Feng Bujue lifted the dirty bed and glanced around. He didn't find anything, so he turned around and opened the wardrobe against the wall.
"Hmph … good taste," he said with a smile when he saw the clothes hanging in the closet.
There were only two kinds of clothes in the wardrobe, white shirts and suspenders. The shirts were hung on the hangers, and the trousers were even simpler. They were hung on the horizontal bar of the wardrobe by the suspenders.
Every single piece of clothing was dirty. They were covered in various stains, mainly blood. Even in the eyes of someone as unkempt as Feng Bujue, this was beyond his tolerance limit. "What kind of mentality is this to hang unwashed, dirty clothes inside the closet? Every time they open the closet, they take off the wet and sticky clothes and hang them up before taking the least disgusting clothes from the closet to wear? " He pondered. "After the death of their mother, these two brothers fell into a situation where no one knows how to wash their clothes? If this is the setting of this scenario, then it is indeed very scary … "
As his mind wandered, Feng Bujue squatted down. His hands stopped at the bottom drawer of the closet. "If this drawer is stuffed with unwashed underwear and hides one of the yellow and white keys, how am I supposed to complain …"
Following the sound of wood scraping, Feng Bujue pulled open the drawer. Thankfully, it was empty.
"Phew … For some reason, I feel lucky." He sighed and closed the drawer. He took out a shirt and a pair of pants from the closet. He checked the size and thought, "The small man in the introduction … is about 1.6 meters tall. These clothes are obviously too big for him. Then … this bedroom is Andrew's? "
Feng Bujue tossed the clothes on the bed. Using the corner of the room as a starting point, he started a carpet search. Since he had not found any plot items or memory fragments in this room, he searched more carefully than in the previous room. He studied and knocked on every inch of the room. Finally, when he came to the position under the windowsill, he stopped for a few seconds and another cinematic was triggered.
…
Golden sunlight spilled into the room through the window. There was a desk under the window. A ten-year-old boy was sitting in front of the desk. He was using a carving knife to play with a small piece of wood in his hand.
The boy's hair reflected a golden luster under the sunlight. His eyes were focused on the wood in his hand. His movements were careful as if he was making a very delicate and difficult piece of art.
On the other side of the room, a brown-haired boy was sitting by the piano. He looked relaxed as he played a simple piece of music. His technique was a bit rusty, so the melody was intermittent. However, he did not care because the only audience in the room was his brother.
This rather heartwarming scene lasted for ten seconds. Andrew suddenly threw the wood and carving knife on the table and sighed dejectedly. "Ah … I failed again."
"Then do it again." Arthur's hand moved away from the piano. He turned around and said.
"Ah … I can't do it anymore … This is the fifth one. I have to hand in the handicraft homework tomorrow. It's too late to do it again." At this point, Andrew turned around and laughed awkwardly. "If it's you, brother … you can do it easily! After all, you're a genius! "
"Yes." Arthur replied calmly.
"Er …" Andrew narrowed his eyes. "You're admitting it just like that …"
"You've already praised me as a genius. Why should I be humble?" Arthur got down from the piano stool and walked to Andrew's side. "Fine, fine, leave it to me. I really don't know what to do with you."
"Haha, thank you, brother!" Andrew smiled brightly.
Arthur then picked up his brother's half-done handicraft homework and studied it for a few seconds. His eyes were filled with disdain. To him, if he wanted to make this kind of thing, let alone five times, it would be impossible for him to fail even once.
Unfortunately, Arthur did not have the chance to do that. If his identity as a Xin clan member was discovered, not only him, but the people who took him in would also be sentenced to death. Therefore, his mother did not send him to school like the other children. In fact, other than his brother, Arthur did not have any friends. His life was limited to the farm. Other than the occasional conversation with the nearby farmers, the only people he had contact with were his mother and Andrew.
"Hmm … in that case … like this, like this …" Arthur observed for a while and had an idea. He picked up a pen and started to draw an alchemy circle on a piece of paper.
In just one minute, he finished a simple alchemy circle. Then he placed the broken piece of wood on the circle.
Arthur placed his hands on both sides of the paper and mumbled something as if he was trying to sort out his thoughts. A few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes. The wooden block on the array also turned into a body of light, and its form changed abruptly.
When the light disappeared, the piece of wood had turned into a small wooden comb.
"Oh! That's amazing! "Andrew gasped.
"Shh … Don't let my mother hear you. She doesn't like me using alchemy." Arthur placed his index finger on his lips to signal for his brother to be quiet.
Andrew's eyes glowed as he picked up the comb and studied it. "Big brother, you're amazing! Our teacher once said that those who can finish alchemy homework before the age of twelve are absolute geniuses! You will definitely be able to join the royal team! "
"Is that so …" Arthur did not have much of a reaction to that because from his perspective, the alchemy earlier was just a small trick. He could have done more complicated alchemy a long time ago. As for the royal team … How would the Xin clan have the chance to study there?
Seeing the excitement on his brother's face, Arthur was very calm. He reminded him, "Andrew, do not mention anything about your brother to anyone else. You should understand that, right?"
Andrew nodded. "I know. My mother has told me that many times." As he answered, he picked up the carving knife and started to carve something on the comb.
"Hey … I've already done it for you. What are you doing now? If you break it, you won't be able to hand in your homework. "Even though that was what Arthur said, he did not stop his brother.
Andrew soon finished carving what he wanted to carve. He brought the comb before his brother and said with a smile, "I'm not going to hand in my homework. This is the first thing that big brother has made for me. I want to keep it safe."
Arthur looked at the words A. A. on the comb and shrugged. He touched his brother's head and said, "My silly brother …"
…
After watching the video, Feng Bujue could not help but mock, "Are you Sasuke's older brother?"
From the perspective of the cinematic, it was naturally impossible to tell what Arthur and Andrew were thinking. Feng Bujue could only make a guess based on their body language.
"Okay … Looks like the video in the different rooms is not played in chronological order. But … when these two were in their teens, they seemed to have a good relationship … "Feng Bujue said," Even though we cannot rule out the possibility that their personalities changed as they grew up, I have a feeling … the key to this situation is the so-called 'Xin clan' bloodline. "
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