Acg Male Lead is My Trumpet

"Traveler—"

A hoarse and unpleasant voice squeezed out from the shadow's throat.

"You shouldn't have come to this village."

"Shouldn't have come to this village at this time."

"Let's not explore the meaning hidden in nursery rhymes."

It spoke these obscure words, and its figure seemed somewhat illusory.

His cold eyes flickered.

In the face of this inexplicable sense of oppression, most people even almost stopped breathing.

As for Bai Fan, regarding this situation——

The dead fish didn't even turn their eyes.

"It's impossible to walk. It's impossible to walk in this life. The villagers here are kind and chattering. I like it so much."

"kind?"

"You just can't see the truth behind their faces."

"never mind..."

The pitch-black figure seemed to be looking at Bai Fan with pity.

"You will regret it soon. You have already fallen into this situation and cannot escape."

It gradually dissipates into the air.

There is no turning back.

Broken syllables disappear into the void.

Bai Fan yawned indifferently, and flipped through the booklet in his hand again.

Short Notes ([-]): Weird—this village is really weird everywhere. The villagers here, the weird customs here, and the nursery rhyme all make me feel uneasy.

But it seems that just as the black shadow said, I have already entered this village, and I can no longer escape.

I am going to visit the village chief tomorrow, and I have already made an appointment, and I don't want to miss the appointment. Regarding the dark figure, I think the well-informed village chief must know something about it.

Maybe this village is conducting a ceremony that I, an outsider, can never get involved in.

"This buddy has a lot of inner drama, it can be said to be a model of death."

Bai Fan rubbed his chin.

Now that you've noticed that something is wrong with this village, why are you still obsessed with investigating these things?Isn't it normal to stop before you can stop?

But things can't actually be said that way.

If there are no characters who dare to die in some horror games, how can the plot continue to advance?

After all, Bai Fan's current role is "Traveler", and he doesn't even have a name of "Traveler".

"Zero series of folklorist-like existence."

Bai Fan curled his lips, he still had a bit of B number for his current situation.

He has roughly figured out what he needs to do now.

Find out all the weirdness of this village, and understand the reason why this traveler died in the end.

After completing the route of all CG collection and all death, it is estimated that he will be able to return to the Wanhua mirror.

Things to do now-

As soon as Bai Fan turned over, he rolled into his room like a salted fish rolling.

"sleep."

yawn--

There is no B number in my heart, and I even want to sleep.

(The fans of other people’s family have always given me the feeling: Oh, the author’s writing is so good! And my book friend: When will my sister wear a women’s clothing for everyone to have fun? Okay.)

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The next day, Bai Fan went to the village chief's house after having breakfast.

As the most respected family in the village, the house the family lived in was also well-renovated.

In such a closed village, the position of the village head actually possesses enormous power.

After all, this is not a modern place, and the killing of one or two people can be covered up by some power of the village chief.

That's why there is a custom that at dusk all visitors are hermits and must be hanged.

"This is indeed the place where the most capable people in this village can fight."

Bai Fan clicked his tongue.

Just now, he called the system twice, but the other party did not answer.

He reckoned that this shameful bastard was still sleeping and resting, and without waiting for her to explain anything, he came directly to the village chief's house.

There was no call to the door, just a female servant standing in front of the door waiting.

"Mr. Bai Fan, my lord has been waiting for a long time."

"Please lead the way."

While Bai Fan lamented that this waitress didn't have the figure of a gentle big sister in a hot spring hotel, he was also thinking about what he should say when he saw her.

What should be said, what should not be said, what is the taboo in this village?

By the time he got the complete nursery rhyme, Bai Fan had probably already guessed a thing or two.

It's just that the current fragments are not complete enough, and the road to the ending has not been completely seen through.

There is no problem at all pretending to be a mentally handicapped male protagonist.

Bai Fan's heart moved——

Turn around the corner of the corridor and walk inward, and you will find a bright Japanese-style hall.

There is a tea table in the middle, and there are some props about making tea on it.

But Bai Fan knew almost nothing about the tea ceremony, so he only looked at it a little, and then turned his eyes to the middle-aged man sitting on the main seat.

"Mr. Bai Fan, you are a very famous tourist, and I have often heard of your name, and I have longed for it for a long time."

Strong muscles, a burly figure.

Bai Fan compared the current gap between himself and the other party, and rationally dismissed the idea of ​​torture after kidnapping the village chief.

The gap between the enemy and ourselves is a bit too wide, so here he chooses to coax.

"Well, yes, I often hear the name of the village chief when I travel abroad."

Bai Fan nodded expressionlessly and sat in the vice seat.

"So you dare to ask the village chief's name?"

"Puff cough cough cough—"

The village chief of Wanhua Village squirted out a sip of tea.

"Hehehehe, as expected of a traveler, the way of joking is also very novel."

The village chief laughed heartily.

"Well...you say it's a joke, it's a joke."

Bai Fan stared at the dead fish.

The problem is that I don't really know your name.

"Mr. Bai Fan has traveled all the way here, what do you think of this place? Wanhua Village is a good place, right?"

The village chief didn't care about Bai Fan's words, and asked casually.

"How about it?"

Bai Fan thought for a while.

"Hospitable, simple folk customs, I feel that any adjective can be applied to this."

"That's right! Our Wanhua Village has always been hospitable."

Hearing Bai Fan's words, the village chief clapped his hands and nodded emphatically.

You don't know what kind of place is described by warm hospitality and simple folk customs?

Gotham City understand?

Of course, Bai Fan still had something to ask, so he naturally wouldn't brush off the village chief's interest without knowing how to flatter him.

The two had a heated discussion on how Wanhua Village should develop in the future, and what industry Wanhua Mirror would focus on afterward.

In the end, of course, Bai Fan won the debate.

At least as a modern person, Bai Fan's vision is far-sighted.

A set of Marxist philosophies coupled with the regulation of a socialist market economy beat the other party so that they could no longer open their mouths.

No matter in which world, the sickle and the hammer are invincible.

Bai Fan took a sip of tea.

"I really didn't expect Mr. Bai Fan to be so knowledgeable, and he is also very familiar with how to manage the village."

After the village chief was stunned for a while, he obviously didn't break away from Bai Fan's theory that "macro-control of socialist villages plays a decisive role in resource allocation".

"You can praise me more, I won't care."

"what?"

The village head looked up suspiciously.