Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

One second, two seconds...

About a minute later, the mist completely entered Widow Cui's face.

Her face was paler than before.

The facial features haven't changed much, but they seem to have gained some indescribable charm, making them more beautiful.

Widow Cui opened her eyes, held her face and looked at it in the mirror again and again, her eyes obsessed, as if she was possessed.

It was not enough for Widow Cui to admire herself in the mirror in front of the dressing table. She stood up and walked to the tall full-length mirror.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and looked at herself in the mirror.

The shoulder line is smoother and the figure is more slender.

Widow Cui was overjoyed. She lifted her skirt, opened the door and walked out happily.

When he left, he seemed to be mumbling something.

Her voice was not loud, and what Mi Lin heard was vague and incomplete.

"……efficient……"

"Find... the village chief... and offer sacrifices behind him..."

Mi Lin's eyes seemed to be frozen by frost and snow. When he looked at the black mist, his eyes were cold and the corners of his lips were half-curled, as if there was some sarcasm for unknown reasons.

He watched everything happening in front of him quietly, his expression becoming indifferent without the slightest change of emotion.

Like a god high above, he coldly watches people’s depravity and suffering.

The door was opened and closed, and Widow Cui left the room.

When Mi Lin turned around and saw Ji Shuyang's figure, the ice in his eyes melted instantly, and he walked back to the warm world from the distant heights.

He stretched out his hand:

"She's gone, come out."

Ji Shuyang hesitated for a moment, but still placed her hand in Mi Lin's palm, and was held firmly and walked out of the narrow gap.

Walking into the spacious room, Ji Shuyang discovered that her hand was still being held.

She turned her head slightly towards Mi Lin and observed his expression out of the corner of her eye.

After about two or three seconds, she withdrew her gaze, realized something that was beneficial to her, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

"Did you find anything?"

Ji Shuyang took the initiative to approach Mi Lin, making the distance between them shorter and more intimate.

Mi Lin was very pleased and told her everything he saw and heard word for word.

"Is this what Widow Cui took out from this black box?"

Ji Shuyang walked closer to the dressing table, picked up the wooden box and examined it carefully.

The wooden box is just an ordinary small wooden box. The surface must have been painted with some kind of black paint, which makes the color special.

But other than the color, there is nothing else to doubt.

Ji Shuyang was a little disappointed. When she was about to let it go, she suddenly smelled the fresh scent of Mi Lin, like the dew in the forest, and a flash of inspiration came to her mind.

The hand that was about to put down the wooden box picked up again.

This time, she put the wooden box to her nose and took a deep breath.

Unlike the unpleasant smell of paint that Ji Shuyang had imagined, what she smelled was a faint scent of sandalwood.

The smell on the box is very light. It must have been acquired accidentally and for a short time, so the smell is not strong.

Generally speaking, the source of this smell is not easy to find, but Ji Shuyang can accurately identify it.

After all, when people lose hope, they always place their hope on unrealistic things.

For example, praying to God...

Ji Shuyang herself doesn't really believe in it, but there are people who care about her who believe in it and take her to pray to gods and Buddhas, begging for a miracle to happen.

The more you go there, the deeper your memories become.

This is a very important discovery. Combined with everything Mi Lin saw and heard before, they have collected enough clues from Widow Cui.

What we need to do now is to combine information from multiple aspects and conduct reasonable analysis.

Before it got dark, Ji Shuyang took Mi Lin to the place they had agreed on during the day to meet up with the others.

When they arrived, Li Weimao, Cheng Xu and Du Nan, who had gone with them to bury Zhang Huirong, had already returned.

After some time, Pan Manwen and He Yi also came back.

After everyone compared the information, they found many points worth discussing.

First, many villagers went to help with the burial.

Even if they did not go to help, quite a number of villagers still went to participate in the "worship".

They clearly didn't care when someone died, but became concerned after they were buried. Isn't that strange?

and……

Widow Cui also came back after "worshiping", so the source of the things she obtained is very suspicious.

Another thing is that several people who met the villagers by chance found that many people had changed like Widow Cui.

For example, there are fewer white hairs on Mrs. Wang's head, and the village chief has a stronger aura...

Putting so many things together, especially considering them together with the first thing, there is definitely something fishy.

Some perceptive people have already noticed something in their minds and have some understanding.

But there are still many more things hidden in the shadows that cannot be fully and clearly explained and need further exploration.

Pan Manwen looked at Ji Shuyang and asked her:

"You said you smelled the scent of sandalwood on the wooden box that Widow Cui took out?"

Ji Shuyang nodded affirmatively.

Pan Manwen stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then told her about her discovery.

"When I was walking around the village today, I saw a house. The style of the house was different from the houses they built themselves, so it should not be occupied by the villagers themselves."

"It was built in a very hidden place. If I hadn't taken the wrong road, I wouldn't have found it. Maybe that place is related to the smell of sandalwood."

The more Pan Manwen analyzed, the brighter her eyes became.

"Yes, it must be. That house is definitely related."

"It's a bit late now, let's go check that place out tomorrow."

Pan Manwen looked at the sky and finally made a decision.

"Okay, I can go."

"Listen to Sister Wen."

“Sister Wen is really amazing.

"..."

The mission had made great progress. Most people in the team were very happy and their tense emotions were relieved.

They echoed and praised Pan Manwen with great respect.

The only one with an unhappy face was Du Nan.

He has always wanted to be the boss of the team. Now that everyone seems to be so convinced of Pan Manwen, how can he get what he wants?

How could he turn the tables and suppress Pan Manwen?

Du Nan looked coldly at the relaxed atmosphere in the team and nudged Cheng Xu who was standing next to him with his elbow.

"Let's go check that place out at night, do you dare?"

Cheng Xu hesitated, "It would be better to stay in the room at night."

Dunan immediately said:

"The system says that finding out the secret is a mission, but whether it is completed or not depends on the degree of contribution."

"You just follow Pan Manwen and pick up the leftovers. Who knows if it counts as completing the mission. Be careful that you become a stepping stone for others."

"it is good."

Cheng Xu's expression immediately became nervous, and after a little consideration, he agreed.

at night.

Two dark shadows slipped out of Li Youcai's house.

The next day.

Another tragedy occurred.