He Weiyou was about to cry.
He had been in the God's Domain for more than a year, but he had not learned much. Instead, he shivered more and more at night. For example, now, even though it was pitch black and he could not see anything, he could judge the composition of the thing on his face based on his experience. The smell and touch were definitely high-purity blood.
The person next to him had been silent since he shut up. He didn't know whether the other person was awake or not, nor did he know whether he should speak up to remind him. Although it was pitch dark in front of him, he was afraid of being seen by the unknown person who came in after unlocking the door. Judging from the fact that the other person didn't knock on the door, wall or table when he came in under such circumstances, either the person's night vision ability was abnormal, or the person was not a human at all but some kind of supernatural creature that could float through walls. No matter which option he chose, he would rather die on the spot.
Until a hand suddenly fell on his bed.
He Weiyu's hair stood on end and his teeth were chattering. He was just thinking whether it would be better to wait for death or bite his tongue to commit suicide on the spot, when the hand had already left the mattress and reached into the folded clothes.
……Uh-huh? ?
He Weiyou listened blankly to the sound of clothes rubbing against each other's ears, and the wind blowing over his head from time to time when he looked up.
Soon, the hand finally retracted after turning over something, and the wind it brought blew towards the neighboring bed.
He Weiyu was counting sheep in his mind, two, three, or four at a time. When he heard the noise, he was stunned for several seconds.
Neighboring bed?
"Thief! Give me your life!"
The waiter in the dark had just reached out to Shi Yu's bed, and before he could even touch the other person's hair, he heard an earth-shattering roar in his ears. He was so scared that his legs went weak on the spot, and when he knelt down, his knees hit the ground directly, making a crisp sound, and he almost bit off his tongue in pain.
He Weiyou didn't even take the flashlight, he rushed directly towards the source of the sound, and then as expected, he pounced on a person.
The two rolled together in the dark, rolling over the straw on the ground, raising a cloud of choking dust. The waiter felt that his broken kneecap had moved when he knelt down, and he finally couldn't help but shouting, "Ouch!"
He Weiyou sneered: "I thought it was someone else, but it turned out to be the handyman in the store. Wasn't he very capable when stealing things? Why can't he hold back now?"
The waiter took advantage of the darkness and said, "Which eye of yours saw me stealing?"
He Weiyou: "Then you ran into someone else's room in the middle of the night to give them money?!"
【Grass. 】
[So this is a shady shop? ]
[Help! There is actually a shady shop under the feet of the emperor in the capital. How bad is the public security here? ]
[I guess they heard that Shi Meiren and her friends are from other places, so they are looking for someone to take advantage of them... Otherwise, given the management level of this country, I wouldn't be surprised if it were to be annexed tomorrow.]
The waiter obviously didn't have a high IQ, so he spoke subconsciously after the truth was revealed, allowing the other party to recognize his identity by his voice. After realizing that the truth was revealed, he was determined to deny it and tried to throw the person off him, but the person on him was like a weight, pressing him down and making him unable to move at all.
No matter what, He Weiyu had been in the divine realm for so long, there was no way that ordinary people could contend with his strength. He was trying to find a position to knock the man unconscious, and then he heard a sharp scream in his ears.
A literal scream.
It was like the friction of a foam board, the knocking of an iron spoon on a porcelain bowl, or the scratching of human fingernails on glass, piercing through the eardrum and into the cerebral cortex.
He Weiyou only felt a buzzing in his head, and his hands unconsciously relaxed.
It was at this moment that a question that he had always ignored popped up again with an unstoppable force: If the person who broke in was really just a waiter who wanted to steal things, then what about the bloody smell he just smelled?
He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and the next moment, flames suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
The light that came from nowhere instantly illuminated the entire cellar. The huge and twisted shadow suddenly expanded, and then the sharp end slammed down to the ground!
The waiter collapsed to the ground: "Ah——!!"
He Weiyou's pupils shrank: "Shi Yu!"
[Oh my god]
【Mistress——!!!】
The shadow fell with a loud bang, dust rose up, and straw flew everywhere.
The fire went out.
【？ ？ ？】
[Is Miss Teacher okay? ? ? ]
[Why is there no sound... Could it be... No way???]
[…Are you crazy? This isn’t Xia Jiu Tian’s storyboard. The live broadcast room is personal. If someone dies, the live broadcast room will disappear immediately, okay?]
The desolate silence seemed to last for more than half a century, yet it seemed to last only a moment, when a slight sound of rolling wheels was heard in the air.
He Weiyu stared until his eyes were dry: "Shi Yu?"
Shi Yu hummed, stopped beside him with a lighter in hand, squatted down and checked the waiter: "He has fainted from fright."
He Wei's voice was hollow: "Why are you..."
"What?"
He Weiyou opened and closed his mouth, but still couldn't ask "Why didn't you die?", so he thought about it and changed the question: "When did you wake up?"
Shi Yu took out the stolen lamp oil bottle from the waiter: "When he first came in."
He Weiyou took back his bottle of lamp oil: "Then why didn't you say anything?"
Shi Yu returned to the wooden table, lit the lamp with a lighter, then pulled out a chair, took out a pen and paper from his bracelet, and turned to a blank page: "See what he has done."
He Weiyou held his breath for a long while before uttering, "I thought you were still asleep."
Shi Yu wanted to say "oh" in response, but paused, as if he just realized what the other person's trembling voice was, and explained: "I am a light sleeper, and I will wake up as long as there is a sound next to me."
He Weiyou suddenly remembered that in all the games Shi Yu had played before, he had never suffered a setback due to a "night attack". One of the analyses of him on the forum was that his sensitivity to external stimuli was almost pathological.
There was no rope in the cellar, so He Weiyou took a handful of straw, tied up the waiter and threw him into the corner: "Did you see that black shadow just now?"
Shi Yu lowered his head and drew on the paper: "Hmm."
He Weiyou subconsciously asked: "What is that?"
"Chongming."
"What?"
Shi Yu wrote the last stroke, tore off the white paper and handed it to him.
He Weiyou took it.
There was a large shadow on the paper, printed in the narrow square room, with a pointed beak, a long tail, two wings, and flowing feathers outlining the leaping flames.
He Weiyou doesn't know how to paint, and his criterion for judging the level of his skills is the degree of similarity between the finished picture and the photograph. Logically, this painting should be able to get close to full marks according to his standards, but the key question is: "Is this a chicken?"
Shi Yu turned to a new page, placed the sketchbook horizontally, and drew a circle with his head down: "Chongming bird."
He Wei looked confused.
Just because I have little knowledge, can you deceive me like this?
Shi Yu wrote Chongxian Hall in the circle he had drawn, and then drew another circle above it, in which he wrote Sangtan Palace: "Chongming is a monster in the Classic of Mountains and Seas. It looks like a chicken, cries like a phoenix, and has double pupils in both eyes. If I was not mistaken, the shadow that appeared in the room should be Chongming."
He Weiyou held the portrait of the Chongming bird, which looked no different from a chicken, in both hands, walked carefully to the table, and sat on the edge of the bed: "Can I ask..."
He considered his words carefully: "In the chicken coop of the palace, the chickens taken care of by the players..."
Shi Yu circled the forest on the paper and wrote the word "oil mill": "Judging only from the appearance, those should be Chongming."
He Weiyou thought of the scene of himself plucked the feathers of the divine beast chicken, and he couldn't speak clearly: "But," he tried to make up for it, "don't the eyes of those chickens all have a normal pupil?"
Shi Yu lowered his head to write, his long eyelashes drooping: "Remember what you said? The emperor needs players to pay him a batch of chickens every month."
He Weiyou was silent.
Not only remember it, but also have a deep impression on it.
At that time, he was curious why the emperor required chicken farmers to pay tribute to him every month. Chickens were obviously not difficult to raise as rare creatures, and their living environment was just an ordinary chicken coop without any carved railings, jade walls or golden splendor.
But now think about it, if the birds raised there were never chickens, but divine birds that were imprisoned in the ground, deprived of their freedom and kept as poultry. The preferences of those in power are only the fuse of nightmares, and the breeders who try to seek wealth and glory from them are the most direct perpetrators. They are picked and chosen as tributes and sent to the steps of the high steps every month, but their offspring are destined to become the emperor's favorites from birth, and they will never know what it means to flap their wings and fly throughout their lives.
Shi Yu circled the approximate location of the chicken pen and the hunting ground. After marking, he realized that the surroundings had been quiet for too long. He raised his eyes and glanced at the other person: "Have you figured it out?"
He Weiyou grabbed the portrait and said, "The emperor is truly ruthless."
“…”
He Weiyou became more and more excited as he spoke: "You keep the bird in a cage and don't let it fly just because you like it. You are just like those capitalists who rob and plunder. You are essentially selfish people who only care about your own feelings!"
“…”
He Weiyi slammed the table and said, "So should we let all those chickens out now?"
“…”
Shi Yu: "Why do you want to let him out?"
He Weiyou opened his eyes wide: "Why is such a good beast locked up in a chicken coop? Wouldn't it want to come out?"
Shi Yu paused and asked, "Where is the chicken coop you manage located in the palace?"
He Weiyou was stunned for a moment, not understanding how the topic suddenly jumped to this point: "I don't know where in the palace it is, but it's southwest of the land you're in charge of. When I went there, I passed by a pirate captain's chicken coop."
"...Pirate Captain?"
"He has a birthmark over his left eye that looks like an eye patch."
So that's why you gave him this nickname?
Shi Yu was silent for a few seconds, marked the location, closed the sketchbook, then put the notebook and pen back into his bracelet and prepared to go to bed.
He Weiyou couldn't sleep, not because he could empathize with the unfair treatment the Chongming bird had suffered in the past, but because he had figured out the cause and effect of the incident by himself, and he was a little overexcited: "So when are we going to release the chickens?"
Shi Yu got into the quilt and wrapped himself up: "Not sure."
He Weiyou was puzzled: "What else is uncertain?"
Even the creatures in the name of the dungeon have made an appearance. The double-headed bird kills the player who is its breeder because it hates the humans who imprisoned it in the fence. The player's task is to set it free. The cause and effect are all there, and the logical chain is perfect.
Shi Yu's head was covered, and only his voice could be heard: "The chickens in the palace have only one pupil in their eyes."
He Weiyou finally remembered this question and tried to guess: "Because the double-headed bird's pupils can only appear when it is flying in the sky? Just like those supernatural protagonists in cartoons, once they use their abilities, a special mark will appear between their eyebrows?"
Shi Yu: "...What does the 'burning' mentioned in the main quest mean?"
He Weiyou divergent thinking: "I would rather burn my life to fly than be a canary in a jade tower?"
Shi Yu closed his eyes, but couldn't fall asleep, so he opened them again: "Then why is Dajin nicknamed the Never-Sleeping Country? Why is this world always in night without dawn?"
He didn't give the other party any time to think: "Lamp oil is obviously a consumable for the humans in this world, because it is the fuel that lights their lanterns. So where should the amount that is reduced after each use be replenished? If a country's currency is decreasing all the time, why doesn't their market have deflation? There are so many flammable materials in this world. Aren't the grass and trees in the mountains easier to obtain than lamp oil? Why would they rather use currency as a source of fire than try to get light by drilling wood to make fire? If the main quest only refers to the player returning the Chongming bird to freedom, then why not just say release it? Why does this instance happen to have so many elements related to combustion?"
He Weiyu's eyes began to lose focus as he listened.
Shi Yu covered his head with the quilt and said, "Think about it at night. If you can't figure it out, do an experiment. If you can't get any results, ask the waiter, the innkeeper, or other natives - as long as you are not afraid of being suspected by them, you can do whatever you want. Just don't bother me."
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