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    "Then this is their mother's bedroom." After reading 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 was enough to change his personality?¡±

    Feng Bujue started to rummage through the boxes with doubts.  There were many places to search in this room, and the inspection took him a long time.  The drawers of the bedside table were all empty. He checked from all angles and found no engravings; and the two wardrobes were not only empty, but also emitted a severe smell of mold and rot when they were opened, even wearing masks.  Enough.  Even so, Feng Bujue climbed to the top, squeezed behind the cabinet, and looked around, inside and out.

    Ten minutes later, he even searched under the bed, and finally confirmed There was nothing in this 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 disorder are: obsession with exploring all maps, finding all props, investigating every corner, talking to every NPC, finding  Discover every hidden element, complete all achievements, and it is best to discover a few bugs as conversation starters after completing the game.

    I remember that he often made this mistake when he used to play Elder Scrolls, oh no, when he was collecting materials for writing.  Now in this single-player scenario, he doesn't have to consider the feelings of his teammates, and there is no time limit, so he naturally breaks out again

    After finishing the first bedroom, he headed to the one next door.

    The exploration process of the next room is similar to this one, first explore the iron bar and then enter.  This second room is also a bedroom, and the furnishings are different from the previous one.  But environmental conditions vary widely.  The house was dusty, with nothing else but a bed and a wardrobe.  However, Feng Bujue still deduce several pieces of furniture that once existed in this room by observing the marks on the floor, including a desk and a 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, and the color of the pressed areas on the floor is obviously different from the surrounding areas." Feng Bujue squatted on the ground and stared at it for five minutes.  "But judging from the extent of dust accumulation, it has been some time since these things were moved away. I'm afraid they have long been chopped into firewood and burned"

    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 he turned around and opened the large wardrobe against the wall.

    "Hmphgood taste." He said with a smile when he saw the clothes hanging in the closet.

    There are only two types of clothing in the wardrobe in front of him, which are white shirts and overalls.  Shirts are hanging on hangers.  Pants are easier to wear. They can be hung directly on the crossbar in the closet with suspenders.

    Every piece of these clothes is very dirty, covered with various stains, mainly blood stains, even in the eyes of a rather sloppy person like Feng Bujue.  It has already exceeded the limit of tolerance. "What's the mentality of hanging unwashed dirty clothes in the closet? Every time you open it, take off the wet and sticky clothes and hang them up, and then remove them from the closet.  Pick out the least disgusting one and put it on?" He wondered: "After the death of their mother, these two brothers fell into a situation where no one knows how to wash clothes? If this is the setting of this script, then  It¡¯s 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 against the size, and thought to himself: "The little man in the opening scene  He's probably over 1.6 meters tall, and these clothes are obviously too big for him. Sothis bedroom belongs to Andrew?"

    Feng Bujue threw the clothes on the bed and started a carpet-like search again, starting from a corner of the room.  Because he had not found any plot items or memory-triggering 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 window sill and stayed for a few seconds, another CG image was triggered.

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    The golden sunlight shines into the house from the window, and the windowThere is a desk along the edge, and 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 reflects a golden luster in the sunlight. His eyes are staring intently at the wood in his hands. The movements of his hands are cautious and cautious, as if he is 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 rusty, so the melody he detected was intermittent, but he didn't care because the only listener 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 handiwork class 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 do 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 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 to you."

    "Haha, thank you brother!" Andrew smiled brightly.

    Arthur then picked up his brother's half-finished handicraft homework and held it in front of his eyes for a few seconds, with disdain in his eyes.  For him, to complete this kind of thing, it is impossible to fail even once, let alone five times.

    It¡¯s a pity that Arthur doesn¡¯t have the opportunity to do these things.  Once the identity of a member of the Xing clan is discovered, not only him, but also the person who took him in may be sentenced to death.  Therefore, his mother did not let him go to school like other children. In fact, except for his younger brother, Arthur didn't even have a friend.  His life is limited to the ranch. Apart from occasionally talking to nearby farmers, the only people he can come into contact with are his mother and Andrew.

    "Well if it's like this like this, and like this again" Arthur observed for a while and already had an idea. He picked up a pen and drew the formation formation on a piece of paper.

    He finished drawing a simple formation in just one minute, 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! That's amazing!" Andrew exclaimed.

    "Shhh don't let 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 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 refining just now was completely trivial, and he could have done more complicated refining long ago.  As for the Royal Magician Armyhow 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." As he answered, he picked up the carving knife again and carved 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 could only make a rough guess by observing words and expressions.

    "Okayit seems that the images in each room are not played in chronological order. Butthe two boys seemed to have a good relationship when they were teenagers" Feng Bujue said in his heart: "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)
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