Qin Yin shouted and rushed towards Wenling, who happened to be rushing towards her as well. As a result, the two of them bumped into each other hard and squatted on the ground covering their foreheads and chins.
"Hmm, my chin..." Qin Yin took away the hand covering her mouth with tears in her eyes, "Ah! It's bleeding!"
"Hey..." Wen Ling was also rubbing his face, but he didn't look much better.
But the good news is that the thing that flew towards them did not attack the two of them.
When the red object came to the two of them, it had already slowed down. It slid on an increasingly lower trajectory and fell to the feet of the two with a clatter.
Qin Yin and Wen Ling looked at each other in confusion.
"Whistle?"
The red object turned out to be a plastic whistle.
The whistle was bright red all over, and it didn't look like it was new. There was a short red thread tied to the upper edge of the whistle. The hair on the section of the red thread exploded, and it must have been torn off by force.
Qin Yin reached out hesitantly and grabbed the whistle.
The two of them looked at it carefully for a while, but still couldn't see any clues.
"What does this mean?" Qin Yin handed the whistle to his mouth, "Do you want me to blow it?"
After saying that, Qin Yin inhaled, puffed up, and blew the whistle as hard as he could.
A crisp sound broke the silence.
This sound was exactly the same as the bird call they heard just now.
"It turns out that this thing made the sound just now," Qin Yin looked at the direction the whistle was flying from, "No, someone has to blow it to make it sound, and... the whistle can't fly by itself, is there someone in front of it?"
Wen Ling's eyes instantly brightened, "Fool?"
"But why would a fool give us a whistle?" Qin Yin rubbed his bleeding lips with his hand, stood up and said, "What if...what if it's someone else?"
Wen Ling nervously grabbed her arm.
"What to do?"
Qin Yin glanced at Wen Ling and sighed helplessly.
There is no way around it. If you are with someone weaker than yourself, you can't act recklessly.
You have to start learning to analyze the situation yourself.
"However, even if it's someone else, that person probably doesn't have any malicious intent," Qin Yin said, "and if there is any malicious intent, it's still too late for us to run away."
Wen Ling looked at Qin Yin in confusion, wondering where did you get your confidence?
"Then let's move forward. It's better to have a direction than running around."
Wen Ling had neither the right to speak nor the ability to speak, so he could only pull Qin Yin's sleeve and step carefully into the thick fog ahead.
After walking for a long time, I still didn't see anyone.
"Is there no one?" Qin Yin looked around, "That shouldn't be the case... Oops!"
Qin Yin stumbled suddenly, almost knocking Wen Ling down. The two reluctantly regained their footing, and Qin Yin cursed and looked down at the ground.
"Something hit me just now...ah! There!"
Not far away, a blue and white glass marble rolled quietly. Qin Yin rushed to the marble in two steps. The marble rolled to the edge of Qin Yin's shoes and stopped.
"Marbles?" Qin Yin picked up the marbles, and through the transparent glass, he could see Wen Ling's enlarged eyes opposite him, "What does this mean?"
Wen Ling pursed his lips in distress and shook his head, "I don't understand."
"Forget it, keep moving forward."
The two of them walked and walked, and as expected, something appeared again.
A piece of black cloth gradually appeared in the fog. The two looked at each other and ran towards the black cloth without knowing anything.
The piece of black cloth is very thick, made of several layers of fabric folded, and is slightly wider than the belt...
"Why do I feel like this is a bit like a black belt in Taekwondo?" Qin Yin rubbed the surface of the black cloth, "Hey, I remember... I remember that the fool seemed to know Taekwondo."
Wen Ling was a little surprised, her little mouth opened into an "O" shape, which looked a bit funny considering her bruised forehead and corners of her mouth.
"Yes, the fool knows Taekwondo, otherwise how did he get all his kung fu?" The more Qin Yin thought about it, the more he felt that his reasoning was correct, "Could this be the fool's black belt?"
Asking Ling looked at the marbles and whistle in his hand.
"Fool……"
"I understand," Qin Yin said, "these are things for fools."
"Um!"
"There must be something ahead," Qin Yin held the black belt in his arms and took a big step forward excitedly, "Let's go. Maybe the fool is waiting for us ahead..."
The two continued to walk forward, and then picked up a pen, a glass, a table tennis ball...
"How many more are there?" Qin Yin was a little tired, "Why do I feel like we two are picking up garbage?"
The two of them walked with their arms full of small objects, and something appeared in front of them. This time, it was a book.
Qin Yin picked up the book and turned it to the front.
"There is no title, it doesn't seem to be a book, it's a notebook."
Qin Yin put the things in his hands on the ground and opened the title page of the notebook. On the title page, there were two large characters - Mathematics.
"Ah Xi..." Qin Yin's face suddenly grinned, "I thought it was a fool's diary. I took math notes for a long time... I get a headache when I see math."
Wen Ling reached out and turned to the next page. The next page was not as neat as the first page. There were many smear marks on the page. In a small place in the lower right corner, the name of the fool was written, Xu Zishan.
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"It's a mess..." Qin Yin shook open the page and tried to identify the smudged handwriting through the light source, "It seems that they are all words, like... silly... silly, ah, I can see clearly,
It’s Xu, a fool!”
"Idiot..." Wen Ling lowered his head and began to think.
"They are all Fool Xu," Qin Yin pointed to the dense smear marks on the paper, "The words Fool Xu are written in these places, but they have all been painted out."
Wen Ling raised her hand and pointed to the three words Xu Zishan in the corner of the page, "Handwriting."
"Handwriting?" Qin Yin then carefully observed the three characters, "Yes, it seems that these three characters were not written by a fool. I have seen the handwriting of a fool. They are so wild. These three characters are too neat, fool.
Even if I kneel down and write, I still can’t write it.”
The two of them each held their chins and pondered.
Who could it be that wrote down the fool's name?
Qin Yin opened the text of the note, and she was right. Although the mathematics notes were recorded in great detail and seriousness, the handwriting was really free and unrestrained, which was in line with the character of the fool.
"It seems that the owner of this notebook is a fool, but he didn't write the name himself, and those erased fools may not have been written by him either," Qin Yin analyzed, "I have an idea..."
The two looked at each other, and their thoughts coincided with each other.