Knock knock!
He knocked on a door and called out, "Hello, I've gotten lost here. Could I come in and sit for a while?"
Soon, a loud voice came from inside the door: "There are still people outside in this cold weather, brother, wait a moment, I'll open the door."
The door was opened, and a burly man quickly pulled him inside and closed the door.
Upon entering, Qin Bai immediately felt a sense of warmth; it turned out that the family used charcoal for heating at home.
Although it's a bit dangerous, it's still much better than freezing if there's a well-ventilated place.
"Thanks, bro, it's so cold outside."
Qin Bai rubbed his hands together, his face full of gratitude.
"It's alright. We should help each other when we're out and about. But brother, it's snowing so heavily outside. Why are you going out alone? It's so dangerous."
The man asked with concern.
Qin Bai's face immediately fell, and his acting skills began to shine.
"I didn't want to come out, but my supervisor insisted that I come to check on the specific situation of this heavy snow. I had no choice."
Qin Bai successfully portrayed the image of a miserable working-class man, and the man patted him on the shoulder with great understanding.
"I understand! But it looks like it's going to snow outside, so you can stay at my place. I live here all by myself anyway."
"That's what the man said."
"One person? I see there are quite a few houses around..."
Qin Bai was somewhat puzzled.
"Oh, they all moved away a long time ago. I've been living here with my elderly mother. After she's buried, I'll be all alone here."
The man said as he poured the water.
Qin Bai frowned slightly. If he remembered correctly, this village was the same one they had visited, with the layout exactly the same. There was no mistake about that.
In addition, the voice coming from the ball of light he came into contact with said that this was an incident.
Generally speaking, only things that have happened in the past are called events.
"Could this be what the village used to look like? And the charred corpse... could it be this person in front of me?"
Qin Bai was unclear about the specifics and didn't know what he was supposed to do, so he simply didn't do anything unnecessary.
"Here, have some hot water to warm yourself up first."
The man handed over a worn-out cup and said.
"Thanks, brother."
"Hey, don't be so polite. My name is Zhao Dali. What's yours?"
"Qin Bai".
"Great name, much better than mine. Judging from your appearance, you must be from the city. What's the city like now?"
Zhao Dali was very talkative. He told Qin Bai that he had served in the army and returned home after his discharge to take care of his elderly mother.
After his elderly mother passed away, he continued to live in the village. Everyone else had moved away, leaving him all alone.
Qin Bai would also ask about other things, such as the village chief and a few other people whose faces he remembered, but Zhao Dali said he didn't recognize them.
The trail seemed to have gone cold, and snowflakes began to fall outside.
"You must be hungry. Wait here for a moment, I'll go to the vegetable field and get some vegetables. The snow is too thick, it'll take a while to dig."
With that, Zhao Dali picked up a shovel and went outside.
While Zhao Dali was away, Qin Bai immediately went into his room to check.
Unfortunately, nothing was found.
This event didn't tell him what to do; it only said that completing random events would earn him a reward.
The moment Qin Bai returned to the living room, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Because he saw an old lady sitting on the bench in the living room!
The problem is, Zhao Dali clearly stated before that he was the only person in the village, so where did this old lady come from?
He also remembered that the house wasn't very big, and he had just checked and there was no one else there.
The next second, Qin Bai suddenly thought of something.
Zhao Dali once said that his elderly mother had passed away, could it be that...?
Just as Qin Bai felt a chill run down his spine, the old woman suddenly spoke.
"Young man, I'm so sorry, but I'm too old to do physical labor anymore. Could you please help me get some vegetables from the vegetable garden?"
"The shovel is right by the door; you can just grab it and use it."
Following the direction the old lady pointed, Qin Bai saw the shovel that Zhao Dali had just taken away.
Now, Qin Bai was truly confused.
What exactly happened?
Why did this old lady reappear after Zhao Dali left? And there was only one shovel; he saw Zhao Dali take it out with his own eyes, so how did another one appear?
Thinking of this, Qin Bai decided to test the waters: "Grandma, do you remember Zhao Dali?"
He thought the old woman would give some reason, but to his surprise, she said, "Dali, my poor son, I never thought I would be the one to bury my son. He left us too soon."
These words struck Qin Bai like a bolt from the blue, leaving him stunned.
What did he hear? Zhao Dali is dead?
But that's not right. Zhao Dali said that his elderly mother had died.
Who is telling the truth and who is lying?
There's something even more important: who is alive?
For a moment, Qin Bai didn't know who to believe, since both of them seemed to have problems.
Qin Bai picked up the shovel and went straight outside.
Upon reaching the outside, he noticed that the traces Zhao Dali had left earlier were now gone.
He glanced back at the old woman, who sat on the bench, seemingly indifferent to everything.
Qin Bai closed the door and then walked in the direction he remembered Zhao Dali from his memory.
He wanted to see if Zhao Dali was actually over there.
He struggled to walk on the snow and then came to a separate vegetable garden.
Here, he saw a familiar figure.
Zhao Dali!
Qin Bai's eyes widened. He looked at the shovel in Zhao Dali's hand, then at the shovel in his own hand. Why were there two shovels?
Zhao Dali also saw Qin Bai, immediately put down the large cabbage in his hand, walked over and said, "Brother, why did you come out? It's cold outside."
"Hey Brother Zhao, don't you only have one shovel?"
Qin Bai asked directly.
Zhao Dali was taken aback: "No, there have always been two, one for me and one for my mother. Before she got sick, she worked in the fields every day."
"Do you remember where you put this shovel?"
Zhao Dali replied without hesitation, "The two shovels have always been kept together."
Qin Bai now understood that he was the only one who seemed unaffected, while Zhao Dali and his mother both seemed to have encountered some kind of problem.
The first possibility is that Zhao Dali is alive, but his elderly mother is dead.
Secondly, Zhao Dali died, but his elderly mother is still alive.
The third one, both of them are alive.
The fourth one, both of them died.
Both of them are saying that they believe the other is dead, and it seems they will never see each other again.
Therefore, Qin Bai is more inclined to...
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