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

Ni Yangzhou was shocked by the numbers.

The pen in his hand has not yet written a single word.

It was 24 percent yesterday, and today, just hours later, it’s already percent?

Did I hear wrongly?

Ni Yangzhou tried to recall the system in his mind and wanted to listen to the progress again to confirm the numbers.

But the system was the same as when he first arrived. Apart from making sounds in his mind that only Ni Yangzhou could hear, there was no way to interact with it.

Like a one-way radio.

And Ni Yangzhou is the only listener in this world.

The system assigns tasks, Ni Yangzhou carries them out, and the system then reports progress at regular intervals.

Ni Yangzhou thought about it, wrote 45% on the top of the white paper, and noted the date, day of the week, and weather.

As serious as an elementary school student who is just learning to write a diary.

I took out another piece of white paper and wrote down yesterday's progress, date, day of the week, and weather.

Ni Yangzhou began to list the events of the past two days and made comparisons.

On the first day I arrived in this world, from the time I got home from school to the time the broadcast was reported at eight o'clock in the evening, I had achieved 5% of the goal, a total of about two hours.

During these two hours, Ni Yangzhou mainly contacted Yan Jin and the grandmother next door. From Yan Jin, he received an appointment to meet in the grove the next day, and from the grandmother next door, he got news of theft and injury on the fourth floor.

These two things together make five percent.

Today, Ni Yangzhou met Meng Ting, Pan Dongxue, the head teacher who was also the English teacher, Li Yuan, Jiao Kaifeng, the class monitor Zhang Min, Principal Zhang, Yan Jin, a bunch of problem students, the deservingly beaten Wan Xinrong, and the leather jacket guy who was actually beaten in the end.

These add up to 40 percent.

Is it about the things you solve? Is it about the places you go?

Ni Yangzhou highlighted Wan Xinrong, the man in leather jacket, and Yan Jin with triangles, and added the school, the restaurant behind the school, the shop, the grove, the principal's office, and Meng Ting's village.

I closed my eyes and recalled it again to make sure nothing was missed.

Ni Yangzhou drew a lot of circles around the name Meng Ting, took a new piece of paper, and made a simple list with the following headings: Protagonist, Victim, Murderer (Villain), and Supporting Actor.

After hesitating for a moment, he wrote Meng Ting's name under the protagonist column.

Ni Yangzhou thought about it and marked Meng Ting's name under "Murderer (Villain)".

Let’s look at Yan Jin who has more contact with us.

After much deliberation, Ni Yangzhou put Yan Jin under the category of victims.

There were several sheets of paper covered with complicated handwriting, like a tangled mess, with no clues to be found.

Ni Yangzhou felt like a helpless child, facing the building blocks scattered on the ground, whose task was to piece together a magnificent Forbidden City.

There were too few contacts with the remaining characters. Ni Yangzhou arranged them several times but was not satisfied with them. He could not help but sigh.

The piece of paper with Meng Ting and Yan Jin on it was eventually torn in half, leaving only the header.

Ni Yangzhou looked at the half-torn piece of paper, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can.

The boy covered his eyes with one hand and leaned back on the chair.

I secretly thought to myself that I can't assign roles too early as it's easy to be misled by inertial thinking. If I want to go home, I have to do my task well and think twice before acting.

The boy set the alarm, turned off the desk lamp, and returned to bed in the dark to embrace an uneasy sleep.

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Early in the morning, before the alarm clock rang, Ni Yangzhou had already opened his eyes.

The boy was lying on the bed, and what lingered in his mind was the rapid progress of the task.

Also strange.

At 5% a day, Ni Yangzhou was in a relatively stable mood, and even prepared for a long-term battle, and even wanted to catch up with the original owner's studies. After a big step forward yesterday, Ni Yangzhou felt a little flustered.

The protagonist and the villain should be among the people we met yesterday.

I don’t know how long I can stay in this mission world.

It was still early, and Ni Yangzhou finally remembered to clean himself up. He had walked for more than an hour yesterday and had a fight with someone, so he was sweating a little. After taking a shower, the boy also changed the sheets and quilt covers.

When Ni Yangzhou was taking out a clean pillowcase from the closet, he felt a hard object through the pillowcase. He turned it over and found a cotton pillowcase stuffed inside. He opened the pillowcase and found a passbook wrapped inside. The password was written in pencil on the lower right corner of the passbook.

It’s collected very strictly.

The remaining balance is enough for Ni Yangzhou to finish college in this world without having to worry about food and clothing.

Yesterday, Ni Yangzhou was still feeling smug about the money Yan Jin gave him, thinking that he had earned a huge sum of money through his own efforts. Today, Ni Yangzhou suddenly became a wealthy local tycoon who had no worries about food and clothing.

This money...

Ni Yangzhou searched through boxes and drawers for a long time and unexpectedly found a cute little notebook in the desk drawer. He requisitioned it temporarily and recorded his food and drink expenses for the past two days in the notebook.

I put the passbook belonging to the original owner back in good condition and decided that if I didn't have any other income, I would no longer think about how to do part-time work to support myself. I would use the original owner's first and keep good accounts.

I also don’t know when the case in the novel outline will happen, or how long it will take to find the murderer after it happens.

Ni Yangzhou never dreamed of waiting for the police to solve the case.

If it were so easy to win, there would be no point in putting myself in the book.

After some trouble, Ni Yangzhou appeared in the same breakfast shop at about the same time as yesterday.

This time I learned my lesson, knowing that most restaurants nowadays offer large portions and affordable prices, so the boy only ordered a bowl of tofu pudding and two fried dough sticks.

The fried dough sticks were just taken out of the frying pan, golden in color, crispy on the surface but not greasy when eaten. What Ni Yangzhou liked most was the sound when he took the first bite, which passed through his mouth and cheeks and into his ears, like stepping on frosty grass leaves in early autumn, crisp and loud.

A little chopped green onion was sprinkled on the tofu pudding, the tofu was white, tender and smooth, the soup was rich and the color was very beautiful. The store has free chives for self-service. You can scoop a small handful and put it on the edge of the bowl, then use a small iron spoon placed at an angle to mix it evenly. Multiple flavors bloom on the tip of your tongue at the same time, and it is so fragrant that you want to swallow it all in one gulp.

Ni Yangzhou put down the bowl with satisfaction. When he looked up, he saw Meng Ting buying buns with his back to him.

The other person was still dressed the same way, a washed-out school uniform, a pair of ordinary sneakers without any decorations, and a mask covering most of his face.

A truly handsome guy doesn't need any matching or angles, he has a truly 360-degree panoramic beauty.

Ni Yangzhou didn't hesitate and took the initiative to greet him.

"Mr. Xiao Meng."

The boy who took the soy milk and buns heard the familiar voice, turned around and looked at the person who was sitting and looking at him.

Ni Yangzhou was still sitting in the same position as yesterday, finally completing the greeting that he hadn't written yesterday. His cheeks had been smoked by the heat of breakfast for a long time, revealing a healthy red, and the ends of his hair turned into a light gray sketch with a silver glow in the sun.

Meng Ting nodded.

“Come and eat here!”

Ni Yangzhou greeted the other party and changed his address, "I'll give you a fried dough stick, Teacher Meng."

"No."

Meng Ting walked past Ni Yangzhou with buns and soy milk. He paused for a few seconds, thinking about the series of rejections yesterday.

Still, he stopped to explain, "Someone is waiting for breakfast at home."

"Oh - okay, I've finished eating too, shall we eat together?" Ni Yangzhou asked with a smile.

There was no sign that he had included the handsome guy he was talking to on his suspect list last night.

Meng Ting looked at the half-eaten fried dough stick on his chopsticks, and his eyes drifted back to Ni Yangzhou's face.

Ni Yangzhou performed the food disappearance trick on the spot.

Unable to see the handsome guy's expression change, Ni Yangzhou puffed his lips and chewed while feeling the awkwardness flowing in the air.

Fortunately, the handsome guy was cold-faced but kind-hearted, and just said, "Let's go."

Ni Yangzhou followed happily.

The morning air carried the fragrance of green grass. The closer we got to the village where Meng Ting lived, the more obvious this mixture of moisture and fragrance became.

The sun gradually rose, the humidity gradually thinned, and the fragrance of grass and trees became more abundant.

Ni Yangzhou’s estimate of the approximate time yesterday was not wrong.

It takes nearly thirty minutes to get from the breakfast shop to Meng Ting's home even if you walk fast.

And Meng Ting doesn't look like someone who would run so far every day to buy breakfast just to satisfy his appetite. Is there someone at home who needs to eat? Who could it be?

Ni Yangzhou kept walking, but his mind was always working.

Although the breakfast at the breakfast shop is not expensive, for someone who has to barely use his pen when it runs out of ink, it is more worthwhile to just eat something at home to fill his stomach.

What will happen to Meng Ting’s family?

Ni Yangzhou actually knew a little. On the first day after traveling into this world, when he was checking the original owner's information in the office, he turned to Meng Ting's information sheet. The father column said "dead", and the mother column was filled in with a nice name, "Kou Yilian".

Ni Yangzhou followed all the way, and Meng Ting did not look back. The two of them were silent all the way, as if they had a tacit understanding, and as if there was no need for further words.

Finally they arrived at the brick house near the hillside. Meng Ting turned around and looked at Ni Yangzhou. Ni Yangzhou took the initiative to say, "I'll wait for you outside."

Meng Ting nodded again, and walked into the yard with the soy milk that was still a little warm and just right for drinking, speaking sparingly.

Ni Yangzhou leaned against the gate of the courtyard, without looking inside. He just slowly relaxed his body and looked at the scenery around him.

Meng Ting took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket, picked out the largest brass key, and opened the front door. He walked into the cross room, picked out a small silver key, and opened the red peeling wooden door of the east room.

When the tall boy entered the room, he lowered his head, bent slightly over the threshold, and walked to the old brown dressing table. He took out the hot buns he had been carrying in his pocket, poured soy milk into the round white porcelain bowl, and then gently touched the back of the old man's hand on the edge of the bed.

The old man's eyelids trembled and he slowly opened his eyes. Those eyes had long lost their former charm, even the whites of his eyes had become cloudy. His dry and sparse hair was quietly gathered behind his ears, with a red rope tied at the end.

When she was young, she must have had an unforgettable good-looking face. Even now that she is so old, you can still vaguely recognize her broad forehead and high nose. But her skin is no longer smooth. Under her deep eye sockets, her sagging cheeks are covered with wrinkles, and the skin at the corners of her eyes is piled up like tired mountains.

She is really old.

Kou Yilian thought.

She was so old that she couldn't lift her arms, turn over, or get up in the morning to drink a sip of hot soup.

Kou Yilian saw the blurry figure of the young man beside her, stretched out her dry arms, and was immediately supported by a pair of strong hands.

The man stretched out his arms, pulled and supported, and with skillful and proper movements, he sat down steadily, leaning against the edge of the bed, feeling comfortable and at ease, making his old bones feel that he could hold on for a few more years.

Kou Yilian followed the guidance of the hands, took the warm soy milk, and slowly bit through the soft skin of the bun with her few remaining teeth.

It still has the same old taste.

Kou Yilian looked at the light that was appearing and disappearing in her sight and began to be distracted again. The young man beside her gently touched her arm, and Kou Yilian seemed to wake up and slowly began to eat the buns again.

Finally, after finishing the buns, Kou Yilian turned her head towards the light and said to the person beside the bed:

"Ah Lang, where are our children?"