Magic Punk

Chapter 109: Mo Li (1)

Xuan Yi returned to the woods again and took out the wooden card.

At this time, two days had passed since the fish soup dinner that night. Xing Lihua didn't know whether it was true or not that she had found a job. In short, she still went out early and returned home empty-handed.

Xuan Yi's clearing up of his thoughts has basically come to an end now. Children's bodies have given the boy great constraints. Until now, Xuan Yi has not thought of a real solution to the problem.

Of course, the good news is that the clues and ideas for solving the problem have been clarified.

The thin wooden sheets are covered with drained black ink. Even in a fantasy world, the quality of the ink mixed with pine ink appears to be extremely poor. Because the precipitation and grinding are not meticulous enough, the handwriting is very uneven. serious.

Fortunately, Xuan Yi never intended to preserve these wooden scrolls for a long time. Not to mention that these handwritings could be effectively preserved for a year, Xuan Yi would be satisfied if they were preserved for a month.

But after all, this is the only way he can escape this illusion as a child.

The first wooden card still has the same words he wrote at the beginning.

I am Xuan Yi.

Then there are the pieces of information and clues he had written down before, such as the existence of the wooden box, such as his search for the key, and further down, the last things Xuan Yi made to guide his next actions. judge.

My purpose.

Get out of this illusion.

method.

Unknown at the moment.

The number of days to come to this illusion is seventeen days.

The duration of this illusion is temporarily judged to be one month.

So all subsequent actions will be carried out based on one month.

The first purpose of this operation.

Trying to open the wooden box in the living room cabin.

In other words, I am looking for the key to the wooden box. After previous observations and reasoning, I have reason to believe that the key to the wooden box is on my sister.

Although I have never witnessed it with my own eyes.

Secondly, verify another law of this illusion.

This is a top priority.

Third, if the second item is verified, I should try to find some other truth about the time.

The above three points are the three goals of this mission.

Next, there are several time points that need attention during this mission.

Based on the month I entered the fantasy world.

The first incident: I was picked up and brought home by my sister.

In the second incident, my sister saved me with her last medicine.

The third incident, my sister and I temporarily lived together.

In the fourth incident, my sister who terminated her mission and lost her source of income finally found a job.

Then, there's the fifth incident.

The poison in my body has attacked again, and the attack is dangerous. And my sister no longer has the spiritual liquid in her hand that can effectively suppress the poison in my body. She may not even have enough money to buy ordinary medicine.

This is the point that's coming.

The sixth incident.

According to my memory, I fell into a coma for the next few days. After my sister tried all her methods to buy medicines that were ineffective for me, she followed the doctor's advice and bought me liquor for pain relief.

If I could see Xuanji in this illusion, it would be at this stage.

If not, if I follow the process, I should slowly get better.

But if it goes according to reality, I should die.

This should be noted.

Then, comes the seventh incident.

If you can, this should be the closing event.

My sister spent all her savings. Her original job income was too meager to make up for the expenditure. Besides, she had no time to work because she took care of me all day long.

Next, she said goodbye to me.

Doing what she said she would do only one last time.

The possibility that I once thought that my sister had misled me has now been overturned.

Now it seems that what my sister has to do is to accept the ANBU mission.

Then kill.

Then, my sister slowly began to adapt to this life where my normal job could not support me because my condition kept getting worse. Every once in a while, when I couldn't make ends meet, I would go out to take on another mission.

And it started from the first time she took on the mission.

The wooden box in her room.

And disappeared.

Xuan Yi read the last word, then lit the match with his little hand, and threw the flame into the dry broken leaves. The orange flame immediately burned happily, and then Xuan Yi left the first and last pieces of the wood. One piece, and the rest were placed piece by piece on the gradually burning fire, allowing the bright red flames to engulf the wooden rafters and the black writing on them bit by bit.

Because these are no longer necessary.

This took me almost a week to prepare. After reasoning it out, I have finally figured out what I have to do now and what I can no longer do.

It was like lighting up a beacon for him in the boundless fog, allowing him to finally find the direction he could work towards.

The fire grew bigger and bigger.

There are fewer and fewer wooden sticks in Xuan Yi's hands.

Those complicated reasoning processes are not needed. When the boy confirms that the trajectory and conclusion he finally recalled are true, retaining those clues, memories and thinking process is an extra burden for the four-year-old boy.

Xuan Yi was afraid that he would have to watch those lengthy processes again every time.

After all, he really has this tendency now.

In fact, it’s not just the elderly who have poor memory.

Children's memory is also bad, especially those between three and four years old.

When the last piece of wood disappeared in his hand, Xuan Yi still did not move. This time he was just reading, not writing, so there was still a lot of time. The young man watched intently as these wooden pieces that recorded his thinking process were completely transformed. In order to remove the ashes, he used a wooden stick to pull out a few dark roasted potatoes from the middle, and then used his hands to crush them bit by bit with earth.

After reading the beginning and the end for the last time, Xuan Yi buried the two pieces of wood again. As for the quill and ink, they had already been processed when he confirmed that he had finished writing yesterday.

Today is not only a math check, but also proof of the child's poor memory.

After doing all this, Xuan Yi wrapped the roasted potatoes that were charred on the outside and tender on the inside with a few broad leaves, then hugged them to his chest and stood up.

Next, I have to do the second thing listed in the plan.

To prove a certain truth in this illusion.

That is, can Xuanji simulate things that he has never known, or that in his unknown realm, the world is actually darkness and chaos.

For example, now, Xuan Yi has never known what the meagerly paid temporary job that Xing Lihua found was, and according to the original trajectory, he will never know.

But what if I take that step now?

Is there an abyss ahead or a smooth road ahead?

Xuan Yi is actually looking forward to it.