Infinite: Dawn Game

The old, dilapidated house was very quiet.

The old woman's wrinkles deepened as she looked at Lin Feng's completely expressionless face and nodded with a forced smile.

"Then come and take a look. I really don't know what's so interesting about cooking..."

It's clear that the old lady has a deep-seated aversion to cooking.

As she spoke, she bent down, carrying the basin towards the door, and nudged Anli with her hand, whispering:

"This person doesn't look smart; you can't get too close to her."

Anli: "..."

She choked on her saliva, then secretly glanced up at Lin Feng, who seemed to have heard nothing, and nodded hesitantly.

Lin Feng is the player, while the old woman is a monstrous NPC who could kill her at any moment. Even if An Li is stupid, she knows who to believe...

But Anli nodded and then quietly echoed the old lady's words.

The old lady was instantly satisfied, and the anger that Lin Feng had stirred up subsided for a few seconds.

"If you ask me, Lili, with your personality, you'll definitely be liked by many people in the future, and you won't have to struggle like me to even leave the village—"

The old lady suddenly fell silent. Her expression changed slightly, and then, in front of Lin Feng and An Li, she patted her head.

"Oh dear, my stupid brain! I said I was going to pick some scallions, how could I forget! Lili, wait for me! I'm going to pick some scallions!"

After saying that, the old lady nimbly ran out of the house and headed towards the vegetable garden not far away.

Lin Feng and An Li exchanged a glance, keenly gleaning some clues from the old woman's words.

"Good personality, likes it, can leave the village...?"

Lin Feng repeated in a low voice what the old lady had just said, her eyes suddenly widening.

Has she said anything similar to you before?

Lin Feng asked.

Anli was still a little confused, and upon hearing this, she subconsciously turned her head: "I think they said something like that, that I have a good personality and am likable... Is there anything wrong with those words?"

Aren't these just compliments?

While it does seem a bit absurd that an NPC genuinely praises a player...

"Something's strange." Lin Feng frowned as she looked at the old woman bending over to pick scallions not far away. She felt that there was something inexplicably awkward about every movement the old woman made.

When you're alone with her, what age group do you feel you're chatting with more?

Lin Feng asked.

Anli paused for a moment, thought carefully about how she had interacted with the old lady yesterday, and said:

"She's great. Although she looks fierce and speaks impatiently, she's actually very kind-hearted. After she dragged me home yesterday, she kept asking me about what was going on outside, saying she envied my current life—"

Anli stopped abruptly at this point, as if she had realized something, and her eyes turned to fear for a moment.

"No, no, why would an elderly woman who has never received any education speak like someone my age?"

Anli finally realized that something was wrong with the old woman. She recalled the unconsciously coquettish tone the old woman used when "begging" her to sleep with her, and the old woman's unnatural concealment when she tried to get clues from her indirectly...

All of these behaviors are not typical of an elderly woman.

Lin Feng's expression faltered for a moment. She looked around at the dilapidated, cramped, and low mud house, and thought about how the old lady clearly disliked cooking and even had clumsy vegetable-washing skills...

Lin Feng closed her eyes, her voice becoming somewhat hoarse.

"Anli, do you think it's possible..."

Anli turned her head to look at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng: "Apart from Liu Laosan, none of the elderly people in Changsheng Village are truly native to Changsheng Village?"

An Li was surprised for a few seconds, then covered her mouth and said, "How is that possible? Don't they worship earth dragons and place great importance on the orthodoxy of their bloodlines?"

So far, all the clues and plot points to the extreme belief in bloodline orthodoxy within Changsheng Village, including but not limited to inbreeding and so on... How could a village with such an extreme belief in bloodline have everyone except the village chief as an "outsider"?

Lin Feng hesitated for a moment, turning her head to look into An Li's eyes, and said hesitantly:

"What I mean is, is it possible that the bodies and bloodlines of the elderly are those of natives of Changsheng Village, but the souls within them are not those of natives?"

Anli stared in shock.

"How can it be……"

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Gong Nian was raised by her uncle all by herself.

Uncle Gong is a geographer, but not a full-time one. This is not because he is not competent, but because after his wife passed away from illness, the burden of taking care of his daughter fell on his shoulders alone, so he could not devote himself to his job.

He was raising his six-year-old daughter alone, working while trying to pursue his own ideals, but he couldn't bear to leave his young daughter behind. In the end, he could only hold a nominal position. Fortunately, the salary was enough for him to raise his daughter to be an outstanding college student.

But at that time, because his daughter insisted on going to teach in a remote area, Uncle Gong, who had never argued with his daughter Gong Nian in his life, had his first quarrel.

He was worried about his daughter's safety going to teach in a rural area alone. Even though he was actually very proud of her, Uncle Gong knew how narrow-minded and extreme the residents in some poor and remote places were. It would indeed be dangerous for a female college student like Gong Nian to go to teach alone.

As a father, this was the first time that Uncle Gong had considered stopping his daughter from going to teach in a rural area.

Uncle Gong still remembers that it was a sunny noon. He cooked three dishes and a soup, and chatted happily with Gong Nian while taking off his apron.

"So, have you decided where you'll do your internship after graduation?"

Gong Nian praised her father's cooking skills, her eyes crinkling with laughter as she said:

"I want to find a remote area to become a volunteer teacher."

Uncle Gong paused as he untied his apron. He instinctively wanted to discuss with his daughter the hidden dangers of teaching in a rural area, but he swallowed his words when he saw his daughter's bright eyes.

So he did the most foolish and wrong thing he ever did.

Uncle Gong sternly refuted Gong Nian's idea and said that he had already prepared an internship for Gong Nian.

Working in a state-owned enterprise is a job with a very bright future.

But Gong Nian refused. She felt that her father did not understand her and that the father who had raised her since childhood had changed. So, after a big fight during what should have been a peaceful and happy lunch, Gong Nian left home in tears.

Uncle Gong regretted it the next day. He wanted to call Gong Nian to talk about his worries, but on the third day he found that he could not get through to his daughter.

"I was wrong," Uncle Gong said with a bitter smile, his face haggard.

I was so wrong.