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Countdown to remaining time: four days.

In the middle of the town on the lonely island, a small house in the corner has the dim light of a candle gradually spreading...

The victims were divided into two groups.

The streets looked extremely deserted without anyone...

The wind in the evening was a bit wanton, making the trees rustle, and green leaves fell from time to time, lying on the ground and rolling occasionally.

Trampling the leaves with the sole of one foot, the man rubbed his hands and walked to the door of the lighted cabin.

Push the door open.

The first thing the man did was to take off the peaked cap on his head, and then put it on the coat rack next to him...

"The weather outside is not very good today, and the wind is much stronger than expected."

He described the situation outside, then walked to an old table and sat on a chair.

"How about it?"

There was another man at the table.

He stared at the burning candle on the table and asked intently.

"You're right. If you hadn't gotten me out, I would have died in that cage."

Qianye smiled, took out the biscuits he had just found outside from his pocket, tore open the package and put it in his mouth to chew.

"Otherwise? How can I lie to you...Why should I enjoy food alone?"

Pu Yunjin heard the crunching sound of biscuits being chewed in his mouth, and turned around speechlessly to question Qianye.

"Aren't you starving? It shouldn't be too much to monopolize a biscuit, right?" Qianye said incoherently, and then took another bite of the biscuit.

When I saw him, he looked like he hadn't eaten anything.

Pu Yunjin felt a little proud for no reason.

In the past, Qianye always said that he didn't care about his image when he ate, but now it seems that the other party is just a smile on his face. Even though he is like this, he still dares to talk about himself.

What a slap in the face...

"Who told you to keep a replica? I don't know what the purpose of keeping that thing is, and it also ate most of my food."

"I tell you, although the growth rate of that thing is amazing, no matter how fast it is, it still takes time. It can't be made awesome for you all at once."

Qianye swallowed the last bite of biscuit.

He stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Pu Yunjin's eyes, indicating that the other party did not understand his thoughts at all.

"Then what's the purpose of leaving that thing? To confuse the public? But you wrote a few more words there to confuse the loneliness?"

"I just wanted to see if Yujian would take action against me, and then confirm that she was really faking this issue."

Qianye was helpless to explain.

This is the second time he has given this reason.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter to you. Anyway, we have to save some food from now on. There isn't much food for Huo Huo."

Pu Yunjin rolled his eyes.

He couldn't understand why Qianye insisted that the woman looked exactly like his wife.

wife?

I have been playing with him almost since childhood.

Even though we have less contact as we grow up, how could I not know that I have a wife I have lived with for several years?

As a former psychiatrist, Park Yunjin wanted to carefully examine Qianye to find out what was wrong with her.

Could it be because I have been single for a long time and have fantasized about my girlfriend...

"I don't care whether your wife is real or fake. All in all, you should stay away from that woman. She is not a good person."

Park Yunjin issued his sincere advice.

"Understood. I have now determined that she is pretending. I must take a detour next time I encounter her." Qianye nodded and replied.

What he said is not the same thing as what Park Yunjin advised.

But thought about it.

Park Yunjin felt that the result was almost the same, so he did not respond to Qianye's idea that "someone was pretending to be his wife"...

"Back to the topic, did you find anything when you went out today?"

Pu Yunjin asked Qianye.

"No, there's not a single soul on the road. The refugee and trapper organizations have almost summoned everyone. It's estimated that these two places are the most lively right now," Qianye said.

After hearing the answer.

Pu Yunjin thought for a long time.

This situation is somewhat different from what he expected. There is not much time left now, so the two parties should be somewhat prepared.

Silently, something doesn't feel right...

"I'm really envious of your luck. You got such a good status all of a sudden...Unlike me, I have to find out what I want to know by myself. It's so tiring and almost cost me my life."

During Park Yunjin's meditation.

Qianye couldn't help but complained.

He really couldn't understand why the other party was so lucky. It was obvious that the identity panel was just a passerby, but after entering the invitation meeting, he got an identity that was almost the protagonist...

Brown, Perrin's father.

It was the same tomb that Qianye saw in the basement of Peilan's house before.

Unlike him, a small security guard in a tavern, Park Yunjin learned a lot of information through the contents of the "letter paper" almost at the same time he entered the invitation meeting.

The story of the invitational party is not useless...

In fact, it is similar to what An Zhi said, the background of the invitation meeting is different from other scripts.

The ordinary script world.

Basically, the background story develops with the weirdness. If you want to survive in it, you need to know something about the script.

And according to what Pu Yunjin told Qianye.

The story here may be related to supernatural infiltration in reality...

The story is very long.

After listening, Qianye reluctantly used short words to sort out what An Zhi said.

Roughly speaking:

This small island was originally a dead island. There were not even half a living person on it before, let alone a town of the size it is now.

The origin of the story is the background era of this world, which happened to be during the war.

The people below are suffering unspeakably, and the war above has never stopped...

People in various countries are constantly moving. If we insist on adding an identity to them, we can only say that they are immigrants who have been immigrating.

Among them, there is a group called the Gysai people, who continue to migrate across borders, causing the economy of many areas to be affected, and many people regard them as a thorn in their side.

Since this race has a "divination" heritage, and most of them rely on this heritage to make a living, some people spread rumors that the Gysai people are all liars and harmful people in order to drive them away.

Rumors spread fast...

Moreover, all the countries involved in the war had the idea of ​​​​rectifying this ethnic group, so they allowed rumors to spread and did not stop them.

Their initial idea was just to drive this group of people back to where they were originally supposed to be...

but.

Accidents are always everywhere.

The idea of ​​remediation came too late, and in a sense these Gysai people no longer have their real home.

They basically take root from fallen leaves and have no other place to survive.

Rumors are terrible…

Everyone underestimated the horror of this rumor.

At a time when most people were still in a feudal mindset, after hearing such rumors, they were extremely discriminatory against the Gysai people.

Those who can be driven away will be driven away.

Most of those that could not be driven away were "taken care of" by the surrounding residents and became livestock inferior to cattle and horses.

They became the mice that everyone shouted to beat...

Even having someone's shoes polished has become a luxury.

The Gysai people who could no longer make a living were forced to resort to theft.

After all, this is the only way they can survive...

Babies waiting to be fed, elders who are old and sick, they have no ability to change their lives.

even.

When they are bored, they are also used as a tool to vent their anger. They are surrounded by a group of people and kicked and kicked, or they are tied with a rope and thrown into the river, and then pulled up when they are about to drown.

Of course, people are not able to grasp every detail...

News that Gysai people were tortured to death often spread among the masses.

Poor Charles is actually a Gisele.
To be continued...