After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

"So you'll be here tomorrow, right?"

A male voice came to my ears, along with the unique noise of the campus, the sound of students' footsteps and laughter.

"I……"

Ni Yangzhou frowned to ease the dizziness of being inside the book and looked towards the source of the sound.

The boy in front of him was wearing a blue and white school uniform with a neat collar. His thin collarbone was sticking out, and above that was a pointed chin. On his nose rested a pair of thick black-framed glasses, and his dark brown pupils behind the glasses were staring straight at him.

Perhaps because he was worried that the other party would reject him, the boy's voice trembled unconsciously and his expression was nervous.

Ni Yangzhou frowned and asked subconsciously:

"Where are you coming from? Where are you going?"

The boy's pale lips trembled, and he suddenly patted Ni Yangzhou's backpack nervously and said loudly:

"You must come here, Little Grove!"

Ni Yangzhou was caught off guard by the pat. Something hard in his schoolbag seemed to hit his back. He agreed:

"Oh, you mean the grove."

"Row."

The boy grabbed Ni Yangzhou's schoolbag shoulder strap and said worriedly, "Six o'clock, don't be late."

After saying that, he turned and left, his skinny figure disappearing among the groups of students.

Ni Yangzhou looked down at his body. His hands and feet were his own. He subconsciously touched his chest and found it was intact.

I was also wearing the same blue and white school uniform, and my face was reflected in the blurry window of the canteen.

Ni Yangzhou was a freshman with a bright future and a bright future. He had just finished military training when he was hit by a car in front of the school gate. As luck would have it, the metal tip of the guardrail pierced his chest. He spent a week in the ICU but still did not survive.

Fortunately, at the moment of his death, a contract was signed with the Sky-dropping System. As long as he completed the required number of tasks and accumulated enough contribution points by traveling through the unfinished novel, he could return to the real world and have a healthy body again.

The system didn't talk much and only assigned contracts and tasks unilaterally. Ni Yangzhou guessed that it was similar to intelligent replies, and was not like the portable elves he had read in books before. It asked several times before the task began, but gave up if it couldn't trigger a conversation.

[Beep - the outline has been sent, please check it, please work hard to complete the main task and get to the end of the story. ]

A cold notification from the system voice came into my mind.

Ni Yangzhou looked around and it seemed like the scenery from more than ten years ago. He was standing at the school gate, and opposite him was an old grocery store.

The boy found a secluded corner, closed his eyes, and began to carefully read the information coming to his mind.

The novel outline sent by the system was very concise.

It's called an outline, but it actually consists of three lines from beginning to end:

[You shouldn't go out when it rains

Shouldn't have turned his back to the alley

Otherwise I wouldn't have died that night.]

Ni Yangzhou read it back and forth several times. Except for these three lines, the columns of the protagonist and supporting characters were all blank. The last line wrote the main task, which only had four words:

"Find the murderer."

"The words I say in my sleep in class are more than this. What kind of outline is this? No wonder it has a bad ending." Ni Yangzhou complained bitterly, carefully sorting out the clues in his mind.

The message given seems very clear, to find the murderer who killed "me" on a rainy night, but who is "me" and whose inner monologue is this?

Ni Yangzhou did not dare to take it lightly. He suffered a lot during those days in the ICU. If he had the chance to get a healthy body and live well, Ni Yangzhou was willing to do his best to get through it.

There are too few clues at the moment, so we can only take one step at a time.

Ni Yangzhou took off the schoolbag on his back and carefully checked the things inside.

There were no books, only a pen and an A4-sized notebook with the three big characters "Ni Yangzhou" written on the cover in wild handwriting, the same as his own name.

He rummaged through his inner pocket again and found a new game console with a small stylus on the side.

Judging from the style, it should be a high-end product of this era. There are many foreign words on the sides, so it is an imported product.

Ni Yangzhou tried to wait for a while, but no memories of the original owner were transmitted.

He was conscious and energetic, but knew nothing when asked.

Ni Yangzhou had been standing there for a long time, as if he was being punished. His feet were sore from standing, but there was no other information from the system. The boy had no choice but to walk into the school against the sparse crowd of students.

The school classrooms were a row of bungalows. Ni Yangzhou looked over one by one and saw the boy with the thin chin picking up something in the first row of classrooms at the corner. There was no one left in the class.

Ni Yangzhou walked in and was about to say hello when he saw the boy picking up something from the ground.

"What are you here for?"

The boy just happened to look up and saw the tall Ni Yangzhou walking in, blocking the sunlight. His expression became a little tense and he quickened his movements.

"What are you doing here? Didn't your monitor take you around the school?"

Ni Yangzhou looked at the purple corner of the boy's mouth and asked instead of answering:

"Six in the morning? Six at night?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, frowned and replied: "In the evening."

Then he added, "Don't be late."

Ni Yangzhou nodded, but still didn't leave.

There was nothing he could do. There was no message at all, and no one greeted him along the way. He had only talked to this boy, and it seemed that some plot points needed to advance the story were triggered. With the idea that the more he talked, the more mistakes he would make, Ni Yangzhou had no choice but to continue looking at the boy in front of him.

Being looked at like this, the boy also felt uncomfortable. After packing his stationery and stuffing it into his schoolbag, he looked back at Ni Yangzhou and finally reluctantly said, "Do you need me to take you around?"

Ni Yangzhou responded, "That couldn't be better."

After secretly glancing at the student list on the desk, Ni Yangzhou tentatively called out to the boy in front of him, "What's the name of the boy?"

"Student Yan."

The boy raised his head and replied cautiously, "Just call me Yan Jin," and walked out.

Ni Yangzhou felt relieved and took another look. He was not on the list.

Yan Jin quickened his pace as he walked out of the door. He said which class it was every time he arrived at one of the classes. He didn't say anything when he passed the fifth one.

Ni Yangzhou wanted to talk to Yan Jin during the conversation, but he tried several times. However, Yan Jin was like a clam with its mouth tightly shut, and didn't say a word.

Arriving at the store at the school gate, Yan Jin seemed to have finally completed his task and let out a sigh of relief, "I'm done shopping. Don't forget to go tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Ni Yangzhou looked at the boy's brand new schoolbag and muddy sneakers thoughtfully.

The sun set quickly, and soon the sunlight became thin and the wind gradually became colder. Ni Yangzhou returned to the fifth classroom, which was indeed the original owner's Class 5.

He sat in his classroom seat hesitantly.

After checking the list and writing down the names of the students around him, and seeing that there were no more students walking around in the school, Ni Yangzhou quietly climbed into the teacher's office. Fortunately, he did not run into the patrolling security guards.

In the desk drawer of the office, Ni Yangzhou found his student registration information.

The column for parents was empty, but there was a home address. Ni Yangzhou wrote it down carefully and arrived not far from the school gate, in a residential area.

Ni Yangzhou arrived at the door of the original owner's house on the fourth floor. He searched everywhere but couldn't find the key. He knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Just then a grandma came out from the opposite door.

My grandmother had a head full of silver hair and was wearing a decent cardigan, but under her pants were a pair of bound feet that were not convenient for walking. She was pushing a four-wheeled cart to help her walk.

"My son, you lost your keys again. I told you not to put them under the flowerpot. Your nanny left early after work, and no one answered when I knocked on the door."

"Come on, come on, come to my place first, I'll call a locksmith for you."

Ni Yangzhou scratched his head embarrassedly and smiled, "No, I just came back from school and was tired and confused."

He quickly took out the key from under the flowerpot and opened the door.

Grandma looked at Ni Yangzhou and smiled: "You should smile more, what a handsome boy!"

The old man said, wiping the corner of his mouth habitually, and pushed the cart forward again, and continued:

"I think we should change the lock. How can it be safe if it's left here? I heard there's been a thief in our neighborhood recently. The police came this afternoon!"

Ni Yangzhou helped the grandmother move the cart to the first floor, turned around to close the door, and then helped the old woman down step by step, and then asked:

"The police are here? What's going on?"

This time grandma opened up and it turned out that the fourth floor of unit three opposite had been robbed in the afternoon.

The male household owner was sick and went home early from the company to rest. He happened to run into the thief. The two of them wrestled with each other and the thief stabbed him several times and sent him to the hospital.

"How pitiful! The wife of the homeowner came back to get her hospital supplies and cried... I've told you it's unsafe. You live alone, so you must be careful. Lock the door and keep the keys safe when you go to bed at night..."

Ni Yangzhou listened to the old man's nagging and sent him out to the last spot in the community where the sunlight gathered in front of the building.

There were a bunch of elderly people standing and sitting there. They listened to gossip for a while but didn't get any useful information.

After returning home, Ni Yangzhou used his mobile phone to search the Internet for recent homicides. There was no case that resembled the story outline, so it seemed that the current timeline should be before the homicide occurred.

There was no clue at all. Ni Yangzhou looked at the watch and it was almost eight o'clock. He had no choice but to sit on the sofa and slowly sort out the information he had obtained that day.

At this moment, a slight sound suddenly came into my mind.

[Beep - Hello host, I am reporting today's mission progress to you. ]