Chapter 69 Old House
It was already twelve o'clock when Qisi arrived at his hometown in the countryside.
He got out of the taxi and walked directly in the direction of the old house in his memory.
On the way, I met some working villagers here and there. Most of them were unfamiliar faces, and they looked furtively at this uninvited guest.
There were also a few people who looked familiar, and they talked earnestly: "That's the one who killed his parents and the whole family..."
The countryside of this era has reached its twilight, leaving only broken bricks and dead grass like skin flakes and white hair, as well as boundless loneliness and desolation.
Qisi hadn’t been back for a long time, but he quickly located the two-story building among the crooked old houses that had been renovated six years ago.
He walked over and took the key to insert it into the keyhole. He didn't insert it for a while, only to find that the door had been replaced with a new lock.
The situation became interesting. Qisi directly pulled out the thin wire from the bracelet and pried open the lock.
It was dinner time, and a large family was sitting at the dining table inside the door; a child of about three or four years old was sitting in a toy car, driving back and forth by the door.
The moment Qiss pushed the door open, everyone was visibly stunned.
Several adults reacted first, stood up one after another, and walked towards the door with unkind expressions.
Before they rolled up their sleeves, Qiss had already picked up the collar of the child next to him, put him in his arms, and said with a faint smile: "I don't remember when I sold this house or "It's rented out."
Perhaps he finally remembered the identity of the visitor, or perhaps the way Zis held the child was too scary, the woman at the table quickly smiled and said, "Oh, it's you who's back?" We are all neighbors, why are we so different? Isn't it because my aunt sees that you are away from home all the time, and she is afraid that the house will be empty for a long time, so she will come to help you when she has time."
"Really? Si also smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness. As long as my uncle and his family are here to watch, I feel relieved. I don't need to trouble others anymore."
Ignoring the strange expressions of several people, he seemed to have thought of something and asked humbly: "By the way, I came back to move a grave for them. Is there anything I need to report?"
" This...you also know the rules. Don't move easily after a person is buried. Otherwise, it will not only ruin the family's luck, but also harm the feng shui of the neighbors."
"So?"
" If you really want to do this, just hold a pig-killing feast and give everyone in the village a red envelope of 1,800 yuan..."
"It's so troublesome, then forget it," Qisi. He paused for a moment, looked up at the man in front of him who was clearly in charge, his eyes flashed red, "I may come back in the future, you'd better change the locks back."
The man laughed: "No problem, no problem, it should be!"
In the dark palace of thinking, a golden quill quickly wrote lines of text on the bloody page.
In the upper left corner of the sight, a new system prompt slowly refreshed:
[The contract has been signed, this contract is guaranteed by the rules of the world, and no one can disobey it]
Because of the verbal agreement , so it skips the stage of throwing the dice and directly determines it as a success?
Qisi raised his eyes slightly, bent down and put the frightened child in his arms on the ground, then turned around and went out.
After crossing the threshold, he turned back and said with a smile: "By the way, if you really want to live here, remember to clean the house more cleanly. When my cousin was carried out, there was dripping all over the floor. Where’s the corpse oil?”
The faces of the people inside the door became even more ugly, and they probably couldn’t eat anymore.
Chisi kindly closed the door tightly and made a phone call.
In the afternoon of the same day, the Jincheng Funeral Law Enforcement Team received dozens of reports: Many families in Qijia Village were buried illegally and occupied farmland and homestead resources. We hope that the relevant departments will solve it as soon as possible...
...
On the afternoon of March 20, Qisi was sitting at home in Jiangcheng, eating instant noodles and answering a phone call.
The man on the phone said coldly: "Mr. Qi, this is the Jincheng Funeral Law Enforcement Team. After investigation, there are illegal burials in your family. Please complete the rectification before March 31, otherwise it will be enforced."
On January 1, 2029, the federal government revised the "Funeral Management Regulations" and required citizens around the world to unconditionally change burials to cremations. The intensity is staggering.
Now that I think about it, it should be in response to some weird events that exist in reality, and I plan to solve the problem directly from the root cause.
However, there are policies from above and countermeasures from below. Many villages adhere to the agreed-upon clan rules and customs, and still cover up each other and carry out burials in secret.
Had it not been for Qisi’s righteous killing of relatives and a wave of reports, the law enforcement team might not have thought that someone was buried in a corner of the field behind the mountain.
"Mr. Qi, this is our job, and we hope you can cooperate." The other party's tone left no room for doubt.
Qisi put down his chopsticks and said calmly: "You can burn it and scatter the ashes on the ground. It's troublesome."
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"My grandparents and uncle's family believe in returning to their roots. Let them rest in peace in the land where they were born and raised." Zis finished speaking in a sad tone and hung up the phone neatly.
He finished the instant noodles happily, hummed a song, washed the bowl, and put it back in the cupboard.
There are still two days before the deadline for entering the dungeon, but there seems to be nothing else to do now.
Qisi washed his face, lay down on the bed, and let his consciousness sink into darkness.
【Returning to game space】
[System interface update completed] In the ruined temple filled with smoke and dust, Qiss opened his eyes on the high-backed chair.
Two lines of text refreshed before my eyes, just like a prompt after a computer restarts.
Immediately afterwards, a line of props columns appeared in the lower left corner of the line of sight, showing the icons of each prop, which were a red rose, a white finger bone, and a rectangular tape recorder.
[Ghost Driver's Recorder], an unexpected harvest from the "Carnivore" dungeon, was directly saved into the item list by the weird game before, and now it is really time to meet Qiss outside the dungeon.
Qisi tried to bring up the recorder from the item bar and got a "failed" message:
[This item is of special nature and can only be accessed in the dungeon and cannot be bought, sold or taken out of the game through the mall]
Qis picked up the fate pocket watch that he had placed on the table again, and sure enough he saw an extra clock pattern in the toolbar.
When he puts it down, the pattern disappears; when he picks it up again, the pattern appears.
It’s just... quite fun.
The long black stone carved table in front of him was still diligently playing the death scenes of other players. The full-length mirror on the left reflected the profile of Zeiss, and slowly condensed a line of constantly changing countdown:
[Left to the forced loading of the dungeon: 2 days, 5 hours, 47 minutes and 26 seconds]
Qisi had enough fun and put the destiny pocket watch into his trouser pocket. The moment he completed the entire action, his eyelids twitched slightly. , a bad premonition suddenly arose in my heart.
He entered the game mall and spent 500 points to buy a [Prop Appearance Modification Coupon].
A yellow talisman appeared out of thin air.
[Name: Prop Appearance Modification Coupon]
[Type: Prop]
[Effect: Modify the form of the prop within a reasonable range and appropriately reduce its presence]
[Remarks: The common man is not guilty, but the treasure is his fault]
The time-tracing effect of the Destiny Pocket Watch is incredible even for official players, and Qiss does not want to be targeted for this at all.
At that moment, he took out the copper pocket watch from his arms and placed it on the yellow talisman.
The fire flickered for two seconds, and after it dissipated, only a silver wristwatch was left. The standard was ordinary.
Qisi put the watch on his left wrist and looked at the [Destiny Pocket Watch] in the item bar with satisfaction. There was an extra line in the column:
[Maybe its scientific name should be 'Destiny' Watch'? 】
Everything was ready, Qisi stood up from the high-backed chair and stepped into the black vortex of the full-length mirror as usual.
[You have become an official player. Do you want to spend points to select a specific copy to enter? 】
[Note: After selecting the dungeon, you can experience the full dungeon process, but you will not be able to obtain point rewards, unlock endings and achievements]
Qisi learned from the forum that if you do not specify Copy, there is a high probability that it will be thrown into a completely unfamiliar copy.
Many players who are forced to enter the game are willing to spend points to enter a safer copy after the countdown ends, and survive in the world.
There are also some theoretical players who will repeatedly clear difficult dungeons in order to understand all the mechanisms, or provide strategies in exchange for benefits, or just to satisfy their desire for exploration and obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Of course, there are also a small number of veteran players with twisted psychology who will enter the novice dungeon specifically to kill newcomers for fun.
However, the points required to specify a copy are often expensive, and the fun brought is far less than the cost. Zeiss hates deals that are too low value for money.
"No need." He said, "If I don't take the initiative in the future, you don't have to ask."
[Default settings have been saved for you]
[You performed well in the novice pool copy and obtained the qualification to live broadcast. Do you want to start the live broadcast? 】
Zeiss: "No."
He does have a strong desire to perform, but he has always been only willing to be a director who plans grand dance dramas, and has no interest in being a monkey on stage.
The anti-intellectual wave can carry or capsize a boat, and both the supply and demand sides caught up in it are fuel for the carnival.
There are always people who think they can guide public opinion and become opinion leaders; how do they know that they are not puppets pushed to the stage by people behind the scenes?
Labeling, fragmentation, entertainment... If all these are part of "evil", Zeis just wants to be a hyena hiding in the dark, grabbing bloody and pus-filled rotten flesh.
[The default settings have been saved for you]
[A copy is being randomly generated...]
[The copy is loading...The loading has been completed]
Thank you Feishangwu Thank you for the reward of 500 points, and thank you to the manga fans for the reward of 100 points! Thanks to Jiange Tianqi, Weiyu 233, and Book Friends 20191219151144628 for their monthly votes! (I don’t mean to diss the live broadcast article in this chapter, I just want to express my attitude. This book will not deal with the live broadcast word count/live broadcast settings for other purposes. It is related to the "behind the scenes" pie I drew before hehehe) < br>
(End of this chapter)