Infinite: Dawn Game

Mu Gui was terrified, but when he opened his eyes, he couldn't see the earthworm larvae.

Qi Tie, whose neck was sprouting earthworm larvae, looked at him in confusion:

"what happened?"

As he spoke, he touched the back of his neck, but found nothing but a sweaty hand.

Mu Gui hesitated to speak, then shook his head, saying somewhat flusteredly:

"No, it's nothing."

Is it just my imagination...? Is it because what happened in the ancestral hall was so disgusting...?

Mu Gui always felt that he was somewhat dazed after leaving the ancestral hall.

But wasn't that illusion just now a little too real...?

Mu Gui didn't dare to think too deeply about it, and just silently moved a little further away from Qi Tie. The latter didn't realize anything either, and just scratched his neck while silently following behind Zhao Xuan.

The guesthouse was not far from the old lady's house. It was an empty house that the village elders had specially cleaned. There was mud and dust everywhere. There were only a few beds and tables in the mud houses, and water and bowls were provided for tourists to drink.

Zhao Xuan casually found a bed near the door, bent down and patted the dust off the bed, without turning around:

"Rest this afternoon, and go out again after dark."

"……Yes."

Perhaps to help players get used to the in-game time, the drowsiness and fatigue from the morning's bumpy bus ride were released at this moment, and even Zhao Xuan had to admit that he was really tired now.

Whether it's mental or physical.

Qi Tie and Mu Gui didn't dare to get too close to Zhao Xuan. They each found a bed and lay down to rest.

Once the mud house is closed, it becomes even darker, with only a tiny, simple window letting in a little light.

Mu Gui felt a bit cold, so he shrank deeper into the quilt. The quilt smelled musty because no one had used it for a long time, and the dusty, fishy smell that was unique to the mud house made him feel nauseous.

The smell of dust and fish always reminded him of the earthworms in the ancestral hall...

Mu Gui shivered in bed, then forced himself to fall asleep quickly.

In his half-asleep state, he seemed to hear the sound of someone scratching their skin.

Mu Gui fell asleep.

About two beds away from him, Qi Tie was scratching his neck with his hands behind his back. The strange itching on his skin was making it hard for him to sleep, so he just kept scratching and scratching with his eyes closed...

Not far away, Zhao Xuan, who should have been asleep long ago, opened his eyes. He looked at Qi Tie, who was scratching his neck incessantly, and squinted slightly.

But after only a moment, Zhao Xuan lazily yawned, turned over, and went back to sleep.

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After finishing his meal, Yu Shijiu wanted to "help" wash the dishes, but the old lady refused.

"Why don't you go explore the village first? If you get really bored, you can come inside and take a nap. I've already made up your bed..."

The old lady grabbed Yu Shijiu, who was trying to squat down to draw water from the well, and dragged him to the door of the "bedroom".

It's called a bedroom, but it's actually just another mud house with a relatively clean floor. The lighting is still very poor, and the whole mud bedroom is dark and cramped, with a bed that looks relatively clean.

"This is it. If you want to sleep, this is the bed," the old lady said with a smile, casually wiping the dust off the door.

"Don't worry, I've washed and dried all the blankets and sheets. They're spotless, I guarantee you'll get a good night's sleep!"

Without waiting for Yu Shijiu's refusal, the old lady quickly turned and left.

After the old lady left, only Yu Shijiu and Feifei remained in the earthen bedroom.

Fatty strode over to the bed, sniffed it, and meowed.

It is clean.

Yu Shijiu also walked to the bed and reached out to touch it.

The bed is very soft, and there are many lint balls from long-term washing, but they are not prickly to the touch. They just affect the appearance, but it is indeed clean.

Yu Shijiu was quite satisfied with this, if—

It would be even better if this "earthen bedroom" used to entertain tourists wasn't the room where the old lady lived.

Slender, bony fingers traced across the faded white blankets and reached the bedside table.

Then, that hand picked up the photo frame that was upside down on the cabinet.

The photo frame contains a picture of a pretty girl in a pink dress. She has a sweet smile, and her slightly gray eyes stand out in the picture.

The background of the photo is that ancestral hall, and the old ancestral hall gives the whole picture a somewhat eerie feel.

Yu Shijiu thought for a moment, then tapped the photo slightly with his index finger and smiled at the chubby guy who was quietly looking up:

"Fatty, who do you think the girl in this photo is?"

Fatty straightened his upper body, and his fluffy, soft fur stood up, making him look exceptionally beautiful.

It seemed to look at the photo very carefully, then scratched the bed sheet with its paw and meowed.

“Right, I think so too,” Yu Shijiu walked to the bedside and looked down at the photo frame, her fingers tracing the girl’s face in the photo, finally stopping at her eyes.

"Gray pupils are rare. Apart from the cloaked man playing with the centipede, I think I've only ever seen my grandmother's eyes were gray."

Unlike Zhou Yuanyang's beautiful, clear gray eyes, the old lady's eyes were so aged that they were covered with grayish-white pterygium, making it impossible for her to see people clearly or understand their hearts.

"Grandma was so beautiful when she was young, don't you think?"

Yu Shijiu actually likes the old lady quite a bit. He feeds her, makes sure she's full, and even lets her do less work and rest more. It's all a sign of the old lady caring for the next generation.

In reality, very few people treat Yu Shijiu this way.

When I was young, I had a mother. When I got a little older, there was only one policeman who was somewhat familiar with me and treated me fairly well... although in the end, that familiar policeman shot me dead.

But Yu Shijiu was still quite happy.

Fatty meowed softly and rubbed its head against Yu Shijiu's knee.

"Meow..."

Yu Shijiu skillfully reached out and stroked the fur, then carefully placed the photo on the cabinet after wiping off the dust.

Seemingly feeling that it wasn't quite right, Yu Shijiu carefully adjusted the position again, and only withdrew his hand when he was satisfied that it was in place.

Unlike the old lady's "dislike" of the bottom-mounted display, this one is square and open, allowing everyone who comes in to see it.

The players outside the screen didn't quite understand why Yu Shijiu took so long to arrange the photos. They just assumed that Yu Shijiu was too playful, or that the madman's mind was indeed different from theirs.

Except for some veteran players with extremely fast reflexes.

"The colors in the photo are wrong."

One player murmured, "If the girl in the photo is an old woman, then there probably weren't any color photos taken when she was around her teens..."

This is not logical.

After he said that, many players realized what he meant and their breathing became a little rapid.

So, in the game, is this also considered a clue?