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There were quite a few old people sitting in the corner basking in the sun in the village. Song Qi saw them at a glance and walked over.

"Old man, what is the name of this village?" Song Qi went over to chat with him.

The old man glanced at Song Qi and Lin Jiahui, and tapped on the cigarette stick, "Are you foreigners here to travel?"

"Yes."

The old man waved his hands and said, "Then it's not a coincidence for you to come. The village is doing business these days. The first centenarian in the east of the village has passed away, and his family has made a big fuss about him."

Song Qi blinked, and continued to ask: "That's really unfortunate, how many days will this trivial matter take?"

"It will take seven days. He just died yesterday. He fell asleep and didn't wake up."

This is a piece of information, Song Qi silently wrote it down.

"Thank you, old man."

Song Qi and Lin Jiahui left.

"Is there something wrong with that obituary? Otherwise, why did the game specifically mention it?" Lin Jiahui was keenly aware of the strangeness of the game mission.

Specially emphasized to them to flee the village after the funeral.

"There must be a problem. The word escape is used very cleverly."

They walked around the village and asked if ink fountains were for sale.

It really made them find a place to sell ink fountains, but they are now penniless.

The boss who sold ink fountains was enthusiastic and gave them two.

"Just help our village to publicize it well." The elder brother had a simple smile on his face.

Song Qixin accepted it with guilt, but still agreed in face.

After getting the ink fountain, they put it directly into their backpacks.

Back in the yard, someone had already started to light a fire and cook.

When all the players came back, the person who assigned the glutinous rice earlier said, "Let's all take turns for the task of cooking."

No one dared to say no, and if they did, they would have nothing to eat.

The pot here is a big pot like the one in the countryside, and it needs firewood. Most of the players live in the city, and they are not familiar with this usage, so they choked on a big mouthful of soot.

The player who just spoke took the initiative to teach them, and for a while, that person seemed to be the leader among the players.

Song Qi raised his eyebrows, and after he finished speaking, he assigned the personnel on his own, and it wasn't her today.

After tossing until the afternoon, the meal can be regarded as ready, and the appearance is not bad.

The players huddled together at a table to eat, and the meals sent by the village head were obviously not enough. They had to ask the village head for help tomorrow, otherwise eating would be a problem.

Song Qi is not polite about the big pot of rice, let's talk about eating first, although there are still a lot of things in the backpack in the last game.

After eating, it didn't take long for the sky to look like it was getting dark.

The man called the players together in the courtyard and said, "My ID is Wudong Fengyun, did you hear any news from those you just left?"

However, some players said it without any defense, and Wu Dong Fengyun smiled.

Song Qi thought for a while, and then talked about what he heard from the old man and the place where ink fountains were sold.

"It turns out that the funeral is about the one in the east of the village." Wu Dongfengyun lowered his eyes, "It's just a pity, the ink fountain needs to be bought, but we have no money now."

It is impossible to make money in a short time, so I can only focus on other things.

With the information provided by Song Qi, they will save a lot of time in the next investigation.

But the night is coming, the first night, the players know that it may not be peaceful.

No matter how worried, it was still dark.

They went back to the Datong shop, locked the door and closed the window, and pushed the table against the door.

Before the female player went to bed, someone said: "If you need to go to the toilet, hurry up and don't go at night."

After it was completely dark, the lights in both rooms were dimmed.

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