Thriller Paradise Chapter 248: Brother (11)

"So...this is their mother's bedroom." After watching the CG, Feng Bujue speculated: "That kind of lines, no matter how you listen to them, they are all dying words. And Arthur's reaction , It means that he has been basically black since he was a teenager..." He thought: "But...why? Because he was adopted, he hates his brother? Or is it because of the evil nature of the so-called criminals? Or... something happened that could change your personality?"

Feng Bujue had doubts and began to rummaged. There are many places to search in this room, and it took him a long time to check. The drawers of the bedside table were empty. He checked from all angles and found no lettering; and the two wardrobes were not only empty, but also gave out a serious smell of mildew when they were opened. Even when wearing a mask, they were smoked. It's choking. Even so, Feng Bujue climbed to the top, squeezed behind the cabinet, and looked at it all around, inside and out.

Ten minutes later, he even searched under the bed before finally confirming...There was nothing in this room except a triggerable CG.

Feng Bujue obviously should be classified as the type of obsessive-compulsive disorder when playing games. The symptoms of this problem are: obsessed with exploring all the maps, finding all the props, investigating every corner, and talking to every one. , Find out every hidden element, complete all the achievements, it is best to unearth a few BUGs, as a talk after clearance.

I remember he used to play The Elder Scrolls, oh no, he often made this problem when he was writing materials. Now in this single-player script, he does not have to consider the feelings of his teammates, and there is no time limit, so it happens again...

After finishing the first bedroom, he went to the next room.

The exploration process of the next room is similar to this one, firstly exploring the road with iron bars, and then entering. This second room is also a bedroom, and the furnishings are different from the one just now, but the environmental conditions are far different. The room was dusty. There is nothing but a bed and a wardrobe. However, by observing the marks on the floor, Feng Bujue inferred several pieces of furniture that once existed in this room, including a desk and a piano.

"For wooden floors, as long as a piece of furniture is placed in the same place for a year, the mark will never disappear..." He said, and touched the floor with his hand. "These imprints...at least are left after more than ten years of furniture. The place on the floor that has been pressed is obviously different from the surrounding colors." Feng Bujue squatted on the ground and watched for five minutes. "However, judging from the degree of dust accumulation, these things have been removed for some time. I am afraid they would have been chopped into firewood and burned..."

As mentioned earlier, the room becomes empty. The easier it is to search. Feng Bujue lifted up the dirty bed and glanced, but found nothing, then turned around and opened the closet against the wall.

"Huh...good taste." He smiled when he saw the clothes hanging in the closet.

There are only two kinds of clothes in the closet in front of him, the white shirt and the bib. Shirts are hung on hangers, while trousers are more convenient. They are hung directly on the rails in the closet with a strap.

Every piece of these clothes is very dirty. Stained with all kinds of stains, mainly blood stains, even in the eyes of a more sloppy person like Feng Bujue, it has exceeded the limit of tolerance. "Put the unwashed dirty clothes in the closet and hang them. What's your mentality? Every time you open it, take off the wet and sticky body and hang it up, and then take the least disgusting one from the closet and put it on?" He wondered: "These two brothers are dead. After I got mom, did I fall into a situation where no one knows how to wash clothes? If this script is set in this way, it would be really scary..."

Feng Bujue was thinking wildly. As he squatted down, his hands rested on the drawer in the lower half of the closet, "If this drawer is filled with unwashed underwear and one of the yellow and white keys is hidden, how can I complain... …"

Feng Bujue opened the drawer with the sound of wood rubbing, which was fine. The inside is empty.

"Huh... I don't know why I feel a little lucky." He sighed, closed the drawer, took a piece of clothing and a pair of pants from the closet, and leaned against the size. Heart said: "The little man in the opening... probably in the early sixteen meters, these clothes are obviously too big for him. Then... this bedroom is Andrew's?"

Feng Bujue threw the clothes on the bed casually, starting from a corner of the room, he started a carpet-like search again. Because he hasn't found any plot items or trigger memories in this room, he searched more carefully than the previous one, observing and beating almost inch by inch. Finally, when he came to the position under the window sill and stayed for a few seconds, another CG image was triggered.

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Golden sunlight poured into the house from the window. A desk was placed under the window. A boy of about ten years old was sitting in front of the desk, fiddling with a small piece of wood on his hand with a carving knife.

The boy's hair reflects a golden luster in the sun. His eyes are staring at the wood on his hand intently, and his hand movements are cautious, as if he is making a very precise and difficult craft.

On the other side of the room, a brown-haired boy is sitting at the piano, playing a simple piece of music comfortably. His technique is a bit rusty, so the melody he finds is intermittent, but he doesn't care, because the only listener in the room is his brother.

After this very warm scene lasted for more than ten seconds, Andrew suddenly remained on the table with the wooden block and the carving knife in his hand, and sighed dejectedly, "Ah~ I failed again."

"Then do it again." Arthur's hand moved away from the keyboard and said back.

"Ah...no, no more...this is the fifth one. This manual homework will be handed in tomorrow. It will definitely be too late to do it again." Andrew said at this point, turning his head and talking. He smiled and said: "If it's your brother...this kind of thing is done! You can do it right away, after all, you are a genius!"

"Yes." Arthur replied lightly.

"Uh..." Andrew raised his eyes and said, "I admit it so..."

"You praise me as a genius, what am I humble?" Arthur got off the piano bench and walked over to Andrew in a few steps. ."

"Haha, thank you brother!" Andrew smiled brightly.

Arthur picked up half of the manual homework that his brother had done, and looked forward to it for a few seconds. There was a lot of disdain in his eyes. For him, to make this kind of thing, let alone five times, it is impossible to fail even once.

Unfortunately, Arthur has no chance to do these things. Once the identity of the criminal clan member is discovered, not only him, but also those who shelter him may also be sentenced to death. Therefore, his mother did not let him go to school like other children. In fact, apart from his younger brother, Arthur didn't even have a friend. His life is limited to the ranch, except for occasionally speaking with nearby farmers, the only people he can come into contact with are his mother and Andrew.

"Um...in this case...like this, then again..." Arthur observed for a while and had an idea. He took a pen and drew on a piece of paper. .

In just one minute, he finished a simple refining formation, and then placed the carved piece of wood on the formation.

I saw Arthur pressing his hands on both sides of the paper, and chanting trivial words in his mouth, as if he was trying to sort out his thoughts. A few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the wooden blocks on the formation were also there. Turning into a light body at this moment, the form changes suddenly.

When the light dissipated, the block of wood had turned into a small wooden comb.

"Oh! That's amazing!" Andrew exclaimed.

"Hush...Don't let my mother hear, she doesn't like me using alchemy." Arthur put his index finger in front of his mouth and motioned to his brother to speak quietly.

Andrew took the comb with his eyes blazing, and observed it in his hand: "Brother, you are so amazing! Our teacher said that people who can complete actual alchemy work before the age of twelve are absolute A genius! I will definitely be able to join the Royal Surgeon Army in the future!"

"Really..." Hearing this, Arthur didn't have much reaction, because in his opinion, the practice just now was nothing but a trick, and he could have done a more complicated practice long ago. As for the Royal Warlock Army... how could the Xing Clan people have the opportunity to study there.

Looking at his excited younger brother, Arthur appeared very calm. He reminded him: "Andrew, brother, don’t mention it outside, you should understand..."

Andrew nodded, "I know, mom has said it many times." He answered, picking up the carving knife and carving something on the comb.

"Hey...I have done it for you, so what are you going to do? If you break it, you won't be able to hand in your homework." Although Arthur said so~IndoMTL.com~, he didn't do anything. Stop brother.

Andrew quickly carved what he wanted to carve, took the comb to his brother's eyes, and said with a smile: "I won't hand it in. This is the first thing my brother helped me make. I want to keep it well."

Looking at the words A.A on the comb, Arthur shrugged noncommittal and touched his brother's head: "My stupid brother..."

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Feng Bujue finished watching the video, and couldn't help but complain: "Are you Sasuke his brother?"

From the perspective of watching the CG, it is naturally impossible to know the psychological activities of Arthur and Andrew. Feng Bujue can only guess roughly by observing his words.

"Okay... It seems that the images in each room are not played in chronological order. But... when the two boys were in their teens, the relationship seemed to be pretty good..." Feng Bujue said: "Although we cannot rule out the factors of personality changes in growing up, but I always feel that... will evolve into the current situation, the most critical opportunity is the so-called'criminal family' blood." (To be continued. If you like this work , You are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommended votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)