Each caregiver carried a boxed lunch.

Walking in the middle was a female caregiver, with a beaming smile and empty hands.

Others seemed to be deliberately trying to strike up a conversation with her, and the noise was overwhelming. Xia Chuhe could only vaguely hear words like "good luck," "congratulations," and "reward."

The floor of the nursing home was paved with bluestone bricks. Li Qiusheng couldn't turn into soil to eavesdrop, so Wang Yan went over and chatted with the caregivers.

A few minutes later, Wang Yan returned: "They got the news from somewhere and already know about the death. The person in the middle was the deceased's former caregiver. They're going to take the deceased to the funeral home later."

Wang Yan hesitated and said, "It seems... the caregiver's job is done after the old man dies. They said the caregiver will receive a bonus and then leave the nursing home to get a better new job."

"Have you found out the caregiver's name?" Xia Chuhe asked.

Wang Yan shook his head. He then struck up a conversation, glancing at the name on the work ID—Peng Wei.

After the noisy caregivers entered the building, Xia Chuhe revealed the three clues he had just summarized.

Most importantly, they need to find the name. They need to search for every possible name that comes up, to find the old man's name, as this could be the key to finding the core of the instance.

Secondly, protect the elderly and divide the work properly. Half of the people can stay to protect the elderly while the other half continues to search for clues.

Finally, there were the strange things about the old man: the age spots that seemed to move around, and the lingering aura of death.

Regarding the third point, the other five people also had strong feelings about it.

Bu Yi blurted out, "I just asked them about their fortunes, and it turns out that their futures are just as ominous as ours."

It's unclear whether the caregiver or the elderly person's fortune is influenced by each other.

Xia Chuhe thought of the old man who had just died: "Could you ask Peng Wei about it?"

Bu Yi closed his eyes, and after a moment said with a strange expression, "It's very confusing. One moment it's a matter of life and death, and the next it's a sign of good fortune. It might be inaccurate again."

The psychological trauma Bird Island left on Bu Yi has not yet faded.

Lu Dangui pushed the old man next to Xia Chuhe: "I'll go up and see what they're planning to do."

"Let Wang Yan go with you," Xia Chuhe suggested.

Lu Danggui did not refuse.

When Lu Dangui returned to the room, the water on the floor had been cleaned up, and the unidentified wire had disappeared. She wondered if the caregivers had removed it.

Besides Peng Wei, there were two caregivers by the deceased's bedside. The three of them were busy changing the deceased's mourning clothes and wiping his hands and face.

Peng Wei also applied some powder to the deceased's face, covering the grayish-blue face with a layer of pink, making it look even more eerie.

Lu Dangui stood at the door with a frown. Suddenly, the deceased opened his eyes, turned his head, and stared straight into Lu Dangui's eyes.

Lu Dangui's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively flung out the dagger from his sleeve.

"What are you standing there for? Come and help!" Peng Wei continued to bend over and fiddle with the deceased's face, completely blocking Lu Dangui from the deceased.

"Oh, what do I need to do?" Lu Dangui asked.

Peng Wei was speechless: "You... go look in the closet and see if there are any shoes that a dead person would wear."

Lu Dangui glanced at the deceased's mourning clothes, all black and made of soft material. She opened the cabinet and saw a pair of black cloth shoes that were clearly different from the other shoes.

Lu Dangui did not immediately take out the shoes. Instead, he rummaged through the cabinet to make sure there was nothing related to his name before finally taking out the black cloth shoes.

"Is this the pair?"

"Hmm. Oh dear, you should move away, you're getting in my way." Peng Wei took the shoes, her words filled with disdain.

Lu Dangui ignored them and glanced at the dead man's face again.

Peng Wei not only applied powder to the deceased but also put on lipstick. Even the bright red lipstick couldn't conceal the deathly pallor beneath.

The deceased rushed forward, her red lips curving upwards.

Lu Dangui gripped the dagger tightly, turned and left: "Let's go, there are no clues."

Fortunately, no one came back to life.

By the time Peng Wei and the others carried the deceased out, it was nearly noon.

Xia Chuhe and the others split into two groups. One group followed Peng Wei to the funeral area, hoping to see if they could enter the memorial room again and uncover the secrets of the names once more.

Another group of people stayed close to the elderly, and ideally took them out to eat.

Xia Chuhe originally wanted Li Qiusheng to go with Peng Wei, as her special ability was best suited for eavesdropping. However, considering that if she stayed to take care of the elderly, the probability of the elderly encountering danger might increase significantly, Xia Chuhe ultimately left Li Qiusheng behind, and she went to the funeral area with Lu Dangui and Wang Yan.

The gates to the funeral area were wide open as always, and Bao Huo waved a small colorful flag as he led Peng Wei and the others inside.

As Xia Chuhe passed by the memorial room, she saw that the door was closed. She tried to turn the doorknob, but couldn't open it.

Bao Huo waved a small colorful flag: "Hurry up and catch up, or you won't be able to see it."

The group arrived at the crematorium in a grand procession, and Peng Wei pushed the neatly prepared deceased into the crematorium furnace.

As the furnace door closed, a layer of golden light gradually emanated from Peng Wei's body.

The others looked on with envy.

"Energy value, lots of energy value."

"That should be enough to live on for a while."

"I wonder where the gods plan to place Peng Wei?"

"Sigh, when will it be my turn?"

Lu Dangui said in a low voice, "The pollution levels fluctuate."

Bao Huo waved the small colorful flag down: "Alright, alright, everyone disperse!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a flash of golden light appeared, and Peng Wei vanished from the spot. This scene reminded Xia Chuhe of the first time he saw an evolved being emerge from a dungeon.

The crowd reluctantly dispersed, but Xia Chuhe and the other two remained behind.

"What are you all still doing here? Go get busy, all of you." This was a job-grabbing tactic.

Xia Chuhe made up an excuse: "Let's see if there's anything else we can help with."

Bao Huo gave a strange smile: "If you guys help me, won't I lose my job?"

He knocked on the crematorium furnace: "If you don't leave now, I'll invite you in to lie down for a while?"

Faced with this blatant threat, Xia Chuhe immediately yielded. The three of them didn't go far, but instead stood at the entrance of the funeral area to wait.

Soon, Bao Huo came out carrying the photo frame and entered the memorial room. He covered the frame very well, so the three of them couldn't see the person in the photo, let alone the small print below.

The three returned empty-handed. Xia Chuhe pondered whether there were any new people around recently, hoping to benefit from their presence and visit the memorial hall again.

Fortunately, Li Qiusheng and his group made some new gains.

When the group met in the cafeteria, Li Qiusheng dropped a bombshell.

"On my way to the cafeteria, I saw those four evolved humans sneakily digging in the dirt. The spot where they were standing was perfect for eavesdropping. Boss, guess what I heard?" Li Qiusheng asked, his face beaming.

Xia Chuhe urged her, "Stop keeping me in suspense."

"Okay, okay, they used their thieving abilities to steal a document from the office. The document said that the nursing home needed to improve its turnover rate and speed up the completion of services. The faster the service was completed, the greater the reward."

Xia Chuhe followed Li Qiusheng's gaze and fixed it on the old man.