"Then... this is their mother's bedroom." After watching the CG, Feng Bujue speculated: "That kind of line sounds like his last words. And Arthur's reaction shows that
He had basically turned dark in his youth..." He thought: "But... why? Because he was adopted, so he is jealous of his younger brother? Or is it because the so-called Xing clan members are inherently evil? Or maybe
…Something happened that could change his personality?”
Feng Bujue had doubts and began to rummage through the cabinets. There were many places to search in this room, and it took him a long time to check. The drawers of the bedside table were all empty. He checked from all angles and found no engravings; and the two drawers were empty.
Not only was the wardrobe empty, but when it was opened, it also emitted a severe smell of mold and rot. Even wearing a mask, the smell was so overwhelming. Even so, Feng Bujue still climbed to the top and squeezed behind the cabinet, moving forward, backward, left, and right.
I looked at it inside and out.
Ten minutes later, he even searched under the bed before finally confirming... that there was nothing else in the room except a triggerable CG.
Feng Bujue should obviously be classified as the type who has obsessive-compulsive disorder when playing games. The symptoms of this problem are: obsession with exploring all maps, finding all props, investigating every corner, talking to every NPC, finding
Find out every hidden element, complete all achievements, and it is best to discover a few bugs as conversation topics after completing the level.
I remember that he used to make this mistake when playing The Elder Scrolls, oh no, when he was collecting materials for writing. Now in this single-player script, he doesn't have to consider the feelings of his teammates, and there is no time limit, so it naturally happens again...
After taking care of the first bedroom, he headed to the one next door.
The exploration process of the next room is similar to this one, first exploring the path with iron bars, and then entering. This second room is also a bedroom, and the furnishings are different from the previous one. However, the environmental conditions are very different. The room is full of dust.
There was nothing else on the floor except a bed and a wardrobe. However, by observing the marks on the floor, Feng Bujue deduced several pieces of furniture that had once existed in this room, including a desk and a shelf.
piano.
"As for wooden floors, as long as a piece of furniture is placed in the same place for a year, the marks will never disappear..." He said, and touched the floor with his hand, "These marks... have been left there for at least ten years.
Only the above furniture will be left behind. The color of the pressed areas on the floor is obviously different from the surrounding areas." Feng Bujue squatted on the ground and looked at it for five minutes. "But judging from the degree of dust accumulation, these things
It has been some time since it was moved away, and I am afraid it must have been chopped into firewood and burned long ago..."
As mentioned before, the emptier the room, the easier it is to search. Feng Bujue lifted up 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 said with a smile when he saw the clothes hanging in the closet.
There were only two types of clothing in the wardrobe in front of him, which were white shirts and overalls. The shirts were hung on hangers. The pants were more trouble-free and could be hung directly on the crossbar in the wardrobe with suspenders.
Each piece of these clothes was very dirty, stained with various stains, mainly blood stains. Even in the eyes of a relatively sloppy person like Feng Bujue, it had exceeded the limit of tolerance.
What's the mentality of hanging dirty clothes in the closet? Every time you open it, take off the wet and sticky clothes and hang them up, and then take out the least disgusting one from the closet and put it on?" He was blind.
I pondered: "After the death of their mother, these two brothers fell into a situation where no one knows how to wash clothes? If this script is set up like this, it would be really scary..."
Feng Bujue squatted down while thinking wildly. His hands rested on the drawer in the lower part of the wardrobe, "If this drawer is filled with unwashed underwear, and one of the yellow and white keys is hidden,
How should I complain..."
With the sound of wood rubbing together, Feng Bujue opened the drawer. Fortunately, it was empty.
"Huh... I feel a little lucky for some reason." He sighed, closed the drawer, took out a piece of clothing and a pair of trousers from the closet, leaned on the size, and thought to himself: "The little man in the opening scene...
He is about 1.6 meters tall and these clothes are obviously too big for him. So...this bedroom belongs to Andrew?"
Feng Bujue threw his clothes on the bed, started from a corner of the room, and started a carpet-like search again. Because he had not found any plot items or memory fragments in this room, he searched more than the previous room.
He looked more carefully, observing and tapping almost inch by inch. Finally, when he came to the position under the window sill and stayed for a few seconds, another CG image was triggered.
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Golden sunlight shines into the room from the window. There is a desk under the window sill. A little boy of about ten years old is sitting in front of the desk, playing with a small piece of wood in his hand with a carving knife.
The boy's hair reflected a golden luster in the sun, and his eyes were staring intently at the wood in his hands. The movements of his hands were cautious and careful, as if he was making a very precise and difficult craft.
On the other side of the room, a brown-haired boy was sitting at the piano, playing a simple piece of music with a comfortable expression. His technique was a bit unfamiliar, so the melody he heard 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 put the wooden block and carving knife on the table, and sighed dejectedly, "Ah~ failed again."
"Then let's do it again." Arthur took his hands off the keys and turned around and said.
"Ah... I can't do it, I can't do it... This is already the fifth time. This handwork assignment is due tomorrow. It's definitely too late to do it again now." When Andrew said this, he turned around and said with a smile:
"If I were my brother... I could make this kind of thing in a flash. After all, you are a genius!"
"Yes." Arthur replied calmly.
"Uh..." Andrew raised his eyes and said, "You actually admitted it like that..."
"You already praised 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 to you."
"Haha, thank you brother!" Andrew smiled brightly.
Arthur then picked up his brother's half-finished manual homework and looked at it for a few seconds. There was disdain in his eyes. For him, it would take five times to make such a 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 Xing tribe is discovered, not only him, but also the person who takes him in may be sentenced to death. Therefore, his mother did not let him go to school like other children. In fact
Apart from his younger brother, Arthur didn't even have a single friend. His life was limited to the ranch. Apart from occasionally talking to nearby farmers, the only people he had contact with were his mother and Andrew.
"Well... if this is the case... like this, and like this..." Arthur observed for a while and had an idea. He picked up a pen and drew the formation formation on a piece of paper.
In just one minute, he finished drawing a simple formation, and then placed the carved piece of wood in his hand on the formation.
Arthur pressed his hands on both sides of the paper and muttered trivially for a while, as if he was clarifying his thoughts. After a few seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the wooden blocks on the formation also turned into
Light body, sudden change in form.
When the light dissipated, the block of wood had transformed into a small wooden comb.
"Oh! How amazing!" Andrew exclaimed.
"Shhh... don't let mom hear it, she doesn't like me using alchemy." Arthur put his index finger in front of his mouth, indicating to his brother to keep his voice down.
Andrew picked up the comb with bright eyes and observed it in his hand: "Brother, you are so amazing! Our teacher said that anyone who can complete the actual alchemy homework before the age of twelve is an absolute genius!
I will definitely join the royal magician army in the future!"
"Really..." Arthur didn't have much reaction after hearing this, because in his opinion, the refinement just now was completely trivial, and he could have done more complicated refinements long ago. As for the royal magician
The army... how could the Xing tribe have the opportunity to study there?
Looking at his excited brother, Arthur looked very calm. He reminded: "Andrew, please don't mention my brother's matters outside. You should understand this..."
Andrew nodded, "I know, mom has said it many times." He answered, picking up the carving knife again and carving something on the comb.
"Hey... I've already done it for you, so what are you going to do? If you break it, you won't be able to hand in your homework." Although Arthur said this, he did not stop his brother.
Andrew quickly carved what he wanted to carve, brought the comb to his brother, and said with a smile: "I won't hand it over. This is the first thing my brother helped me make. I want to keep it well."
Looking at the words a.a on the comb, Arthur shrugged noncommittally and touched his brother's head: "My silly brother..."
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After watching the video, Feng Bujue couldn't help but complain: "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 their words and expressions.
"Okay...it seems that the images in each room are not played in chronological order. But...the two boys seemed to have a pretty good relationship when they were in their teens..." Feng Bujue thought to himself: "Although it cannot be
Excluding the factors of personality changes during growth, I still feel that... the most critical opportunity for the situation to evolve into this situation is the so-called 'Xing Clan' bloodline." (To be continued...)
