You tell me, this is called daily youth?

Yuki seemed to realize something. He stood on tiptoe and lay silently on the sofa. Even though the young woman in the kitchen called him several times, he pretended not to hear.

He suppressed his presence extremely, and after the fifth and sixth times, gradually, the young woman stopped asking him for help.

The room returned to silence, with only the sound of chopping vegetables coming from the kitchen.

After a while, the man of the house came back and the young woman had prepared dinner. She wiped her hands on her apron and returned to the living room, where she embraced her husband warmly.

"Dinner is ready, come down."

Following the shouting, the little girl who looked autistic put away her toys, and the old man and woman who were taking a nap on the second floor also staggered down.

The man who had just returned home kissed his daughter and greeted his parents. The young woman prepared a delicious dinner and filled the round table in the living room.

Stewed meat, roasted ribs, some unknown black vegetables, and the middle-aged man also took out a bottle of good wine. Everyone sat around the table, laughing and whispering about what they had seen and heard today.

It was a happy scene, a peaceful daily routine, with the family reuniting after a busy day, and starting to pray before the meal after chatting and communicating.

buzzing.

It was still an unknown scripture, but after a few seconds, as if someone pressed the pause button, the prayer suddenly stopped.

Swah——

Five heads turned neatly towards the sofa, expressionless. They were related by blood, but now they looked more like puppets carved from the same mold.

No one spoke in the room, and you could hear a pin drop. Yuki, who had been sitting on the sofa like a statue, felt as if a thorn was in his back.

He deliberately didn't respond just now, as if he had become a bystander of this family, and this family was even stranger.

For example, when the male owner comes back, he should always ask about the stranger, or when it’s time to eat, the young woman should always wake him up.

But they didn't. They just sat down at the table and prepared to eat when they remembered that there was a guest at home.

'Someone is reminding them of my existence?'

Yuki licked his lips and suddenly remembered that at the beginning of the game, this old man came to talk to him. At first, he was not sure of his identity, so he deliberately remained silent for a few seconds. As a result, his eyes turned away.

Could it be that because I kept silent at the beginning, he was no longer enthusiastic and simply ignored me?

Yuki's original choice was not wrong. A kind old man suddenly stopped smiling. God knows what he was going to do.

"Hey, this gentleman is..." the man spoke, with a natural expression of confusion on his face.

But you should have had that look on your face when you walked in, not now.

Yuki didn't look at them, nor did he answer. He just played the game of statue.

"This is Mr. Li, he has a deep understanding of the church." The old man smiled and pulled open an empty chair next to him, waving his hand: "Come and eat, and explain it to my stupid son."

“Dad, I have always believed in God.”

"Humph, you don't believe me enough. You won't even let the saint see Catherine."

"Catherine is busy taking care of the children and you guys. If she goes to see the saint, she will be back in several days. And I heard some bad rumors..."

"Shut up! You can't question God's spokesman!"

Clang.

The sound of a dinner plate breaking was heard, and the old man's veins bulged. He slammed the table, stood up, and strode upstairs accompanied by the girl's crying.

The originally happy scene was broken in an instant. It was normal in an ordinary family, as there are always quarrels among family members. However, in this room, it seemed very strange.

It was like a topic in the forum gradually went off track. Originally, Yuki was invited to dinner, but it turned into a family feud.

The old lady chased upstairs, and the young woman comforted the man who was drinking, as if she had forgotten who started this topic. A few meters away, on the sofa, a young man wearing a gas mask was sitting upright.

No matter how curious he was, how much he wanted to probe for information, or how much he wanted to stop the fight out of instinct, Yuki kept his mouth shut, neither answering nor participating.

Looking at the mess on the ground, the townspeople seemed to have forgotten their existence, and a sentence flashed through my mind:

Those involved are often confused, while those who are not involved can see things more clearly?

Chapter 5: Warm and Hospitable Yaduo Town

After going through two copies, Yuki deeply understood that the reincarnation game was counterintuitive.

Just like when someone calls your name, you respond instinctively.

Yuki didn't know at the beginning, so he just answered the old man when he spoke to him, and he could also get some information from him. Almost every old player would do this.

It was just because of the Devil's Eye that he saw the strange evil god behind this peaceful town. He was always alert, and he didn't like to be disturbed. He was very observant, so he realized something was wrong.

I thought, so this is what hint 1 means...

Yuki rubbed his forehead. No wonder they say "those involved are often confused". It turns out there are two meanings to this.

The first level is the fanatical atmosphere of the town, where many people are obsessed with religion and all are mentally abnormal.

The second level refers to the players, who are trapped in the game because of their past experiences, and if they don’t wake up quickly, they will only get deeper and deeper into the game.

Just as Yuki had worried before, once he was trapped in the trap, he could not escape. He could kill people, but he could not kill everyone, and even knocking someone out would result in punishment.

That's why I was so conflicted about the townspeople's enthusiasm. I couldn't refuse them and they kept clinging to me. But it was impossible for me to really go to the church for baptism, so the only option I had was to knock them out and run away.

"Fortunately, it's not too late to understand now. I have time to adjust."

Yuki breathed a sigh of relief and discovered that this copy had a special feature:

You have to get involved, but you can't be obsessed with it, and the way of investigation needs to be adjusted.

Looking out the window, it was exactly five o'clock in the afternoon, but it was early autumn and it was only slightly dim.

[Tip 3: As night falls, enthusiasm will fade, but please don’t walk around the town casually]

Yuki looked at his watch and based on his knowledge of geography, he figured out that the sun should set at eight o'clock in the evening, so he quickly got up.

I originally wanted to take a break and dig out more clues from the townspeople, but now it seems that this approach is not feasible.

Either join in the conversation or eavesdrop slowly as a bystander. The former is definitely not possible, and the latter will waste too much time.

It’s better to bear the fatigue and do it yourself.

"Uncle, are you going out?"

The little girl who had been playing with building blocks suddenly spoke. Yuki turned his head and almost answered, but quickly closed his mouth and didn't even nod.

"Mr. Li, here is some water. Take it and drink it on the way."

"Hey, you're leaving now? Without even saying hello?"

"Don't you want to hear the contents of the scripture? I suddenly remembered how to tell you."

Yuki forced himself to become deaf and dumb, not answering anything this hospitable family said, and suppressing his desire to obtain information.

He walked quickly out of the door and onto the street. There were many townspeople taking a walk outside. They all turned their heads to look at him, looking very familiar.

"Hey, you must be the tourist that Old Jack was talking about. You seem to be quite interested in the church. Why don't you come over to our house and have a chat?"

"Why don't you come to my house? My wife just made dinner. Let's talk while we eat."

"Pah, I have some good wine, let's have a drink."

Don't listen, don't listen, the bastard chants sutras.

Yuki quickened his pace, scanning each face with his cold eyes.

There were men, women, young and old, and their enthusiasm was hard to refuse, and they were not just talking.

Some people held his hand and dragged him home, some blocked his way and wanted to chat with him, but no matter how Yuki ignored them or how impolite they were, they would not get angry.

In the hospitable town of Yaduo, everyone is well-educated, well-dressed and well-looking, making Yuki, the outsider, seem very uneducated.

Not to mention that he was wearing a gas mask and was like a deaf person who couldn't hear anything. When his hand was held, he just shook it away gently, and when someone blocked his way, he just dodged.

The method was found, but it was not easy to do. Gradually, beads of sweat even appeared under the gas mask.

"Damn, this town is full of people, and there's no way to escape those enthusiastic eyes."

Yuki was already jogging in the end, but there were always people blocking his way. Whether in the alleys or on the streets, there were residents of Yaduo Town on the road, and they all did the same thing.

People greet you with a smile on their face and warmly invite you to their home, but if you see it too often, it will make you feel creepy.

'Is there no quiet place in this shitty Yaduo town?'

The town was disc-shaped and not small in size, but it was impossible for him to walk out. At this moment, he remembered a place where no one was.

Except for the gathering time at noon, there is no one in the square and it is absolutely quiet.

"This should be the safety point given by the game, but players of other identities can go there. Wouldn't it be a death wish for me to go there?"

It was a headache, but I didn't dare to stop, otherwise I would definitely be surrounded by a group of people. But going on like this was not a solution.

There are still two hours until sunset. If we continue, it would contradict Tip 3. Besides, walking around in the town like this would expose our identity.

Although I don't know the hint, players who draw 'ordinary people' or 'believers' should not care about joining the game. It's hard to say about 'undercover', it depends on IQ and psychological quality.

"It's just the beginning of the game, so I can't use the costumes yet. I have to occupy a house even if I have to take the punishment. I'll hide first."

Yuki made a prompt decision. As a judge, he could not kill people at will, but his hands and feet were not tied either. He should choose the lesser of two evils.

As for whether someone would come to visit and cause subsequent problems after the cuckoo took over the magpie's nest, he couldn't care less.

That one.

Yuki glanced at a small house with a garden next to him. It was not much different from the one he visited before. A blonde girl was watering beautiful flowers with a kettle. When she saw him coming, her eyes lit up.

"Sir, come in and have a cup of tea. I just made some black tea."

Her voice was clear and pleasant, she was still as warm and hospitable as ever, her appearance was extremely sweet, and her amber eyes seemed to be dripping with water.

With curly blonde hair and a plaid dress, her full chest is about to burst out, and her sweet smile easily makes people imagine:

I will drink tea with the blonde girl who I like, and then have dinner together. When night falls, we will achieve the great harmony of life.

"Knock her out as soon as you get in, then tie her up. If you don't want to kill her, how about using torture to interrogate her?"

Yuki's thinking was different from that of ordinary people. He walked over with a gentle smile on his face. As soon as his mouth opened, he heard a "bang".

Gunshots?

In the quiet town, the gunshot was particularly harsh, causing Yuki, who had just opened his mouth, to turn his head. After a few seconds, he heard a strange whisper.

[Player Yingzi died and became an ordinary person. 】

The first time he heard the player death announcement in the game, Yuki was obviously stunned for a moment. This had never happened in previous copies, but he quickly remembered that this time was different.

[Tip 6: There will be different prompts depending on the player's identity, and the player's death will be notified]

One of the three 'ordinary people' died, and the total survival time was seven hours.

It was somewhat unexpected that Yuki had managed to hold on until now. You know, during the first exploration of the Demon Hospital, half of the newcomers died.

Yingzi? That's the real player's name, right? She shouldn't be a veteran player.

Yuki didn't know what would happen if he continued to respond to the enthusiasm, but old players would draw their knives when they were in danger, so it was not so easy to kill them.

Is that one of the new trio?

While he was still guessing, Yuki discovered that something strange had happened. There were dozens of people in the alley, some taking a walk, some chatting.

But after the gunshots, all sounds disappeared, and the alley suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The residents just looked in the direction where the gunshots came from, like strange sculptures.

The dead silence lasted for a few seconds, and these "sculptures" finally moved. They scattered like birds and beasts in front of Yuki's eyes and went home one by one, like a pantomime under the setting sun.

What do these people want to do?

Yuki was a little curious and looked around, and found that the blonde girl who had just enthusiastically invited him was gone, but she didn't keep him waiting for long.

pat.

The door was opened and the girl came back, but what she held in her hand was not a red teacup, but a heavy hatchet. The mirror-like blade reflected an expressionless face.

pat, pat, pat.

The sounds of doors opening came one after another, and figures walked out of the small houses one by one, including young girls, strong men, and gray-haired old men.

They all had expressionless faces, some holding axes, some holding shotguns, and without anyone organizing them, they all went in the direction where the gunshots came from.

Yuki watched coldly, and saw the small door of the garden being pushed open. The girl holding the hatchet smiled brightly at him:

"Sir, I've put the tea on the table, please feel free to drink it."

If it weren't for the hatchet in his hand that weighs more than ten pounds, this expression would really be very imaginative. They could drink tea and chat, become friends, and then have a romantic time in bed at night.

Yuki continued to act like a statue, watching the girl walk by. He looked at the alley that was gradually becoming crowded and swallowed softly.