Chapter 248 Brothers (XI)

() "Then... this is their mother's bedroom." After watching the CG, Feng Bujue speculated: "That kind of line sounds like his last words. And Arthur's reaction, It means that he has basically turned dark in his youth..." He thought: "But...why? Because he was adopted, is he jealous of his younger brother? Or is it because of the so-called Xing clan's death? Evil? Or... something happened that changed his personality?"

Feng Bujue started to rummage through the boxes with doubts. There were many places to search in this room, and the inspection took him a long time. The drawers of the bedside table were all empty. He checked from all angles and found no engravings; and the two wardrobes were not only empty, but when they were opened, they also emitted a severe smell of mold and rot, which made them smell bad even if they were wearing masks. Enough. Even so, Feng Bujue climbed to the top, squeezed behind the cabinet, and looked around, inside and out.

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

Feng Bujue should obviously be classified as the type who has obsessive-compulsive disorder when playing games. The symptoms of this disorder are: obsession with exploring all maps, finding all props, investigating every corner, and talking to every NPC. Find out every hidden element, complete all achievements, and it is best to discover a few bugs as conversation starters after clearing the level.

I remember that he often made this mistake when he used to play The Elder Scrolls, oh no, when he was collecting materials for writing. Now in this solo scenario, he didn't have to consider the feelings of his teammates, and there was no time limit, so he naturally broke out again... After finishing the first bedroom, he headed for the one next door.

The exploration process of the next room is similar to this one, first explore the iron bar and then enter. This second room is also a bedroom. The furnishings are different from the previous one, but the environmental conditions are very different. The house was dusty and there was nothing else except a bed and a wardrobe. However, Feng Bujue still deduce several pieces of furniture that once existed in this room by observing the marks on the floor, including a desk and a piano.

"As for wooden floors, as long as a piece of furniture is placed in the same place for a year, the marks will never disappear..." he said, and touched the floor with his hand, "These marks... have been left there for at least ten years. Only the above furniture will be left behind. The color of the area where the floor was pressed is obviously different from the surrounding area." Feng Bujue squatted on the ground and looked at it for five minutes. "But judging from the degree of dust accumulation, these areas are obviously different. It’s been a while since the things were moved away, and I’m afraid they must have been chopped into firewood and burned long ago..."

As mentioned earlier, the emptier the room, the easier it is to search. Feng Bujue lifted up the dirty bed and took a look, but found nothing. Then he turned around and opened the large wardrobe against the wall.

"Huh...good taste." He said with a smile when he saw the clothes hanging in the closet.

There were only two types of clothing in the wardrobe in front of him, which were white shirts and overalls. The shirts are all hung on hangers, while the pants are more convenient and can be hung directly on the crossbar in the closet with suspenders.

Each piece of these clothes was very dirty, stained with various stains, mainly blood stains. Even in the eyes of Feng Bujue, who was relatively sloppy, it had exceeded the limit of tolerance. What's the mentality of hanging clothes in the closet? Every time you open it, take off the wet and sticky clothes and hang them up, and then take out the least disgusting one from the closet and put it on? He said: "After their mother died, did these two brothers fall into the situation of not joining the society and doing laundry? If this is the setting of this script, it would be really scary..."

Feng Bujue squatted down while thinking wildly, his hands resting on the drawer in the lower part of the wardrobe, "If this drawer is filled with unwashed underwear, and one of the yellow and white keys is hidden, How should I complain..."

With the sound of wood rubbing together, Feng Bujue opened the drawer. Fortunately, it was empty.

"Huh... I feel a little lucky for some reason." He sighed, closed the drawer, took out a piece of clothing and a pair of trousers from the closet, leaned against the size, and thought to himself: "The little man in the opening scene... ...About 1.6 meters tall, these clothes are obviously too big for him. So...this bedroom belongs to Andrew?"

Feng Bujue threw his clothes on the bed and started searching across the corner of the room again. Because he had not found any plot items or memory-triggering fragments in this room, he searched more carefully than the previous room, observing and tapping 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.

.........Golden sunlight poured into the room from the window. There was a desk under the window sill. A little boy of about ten years old was sitting in front of the desk, playing with a small piece of wood in his hand with a carving knife.

The boy's hair reflected a golden luster in the sunlight. His eyes were staring intently at the wood in his hands, and the movements of his hands were cautious, as if he was making a very delicate and difficult craft.

On the other side of the room, a brown-haired boy was sitting at the piano, playing a simple piece of music with a comfortable expression. His technique was a bit rusty, so the melody he detected was intermittent, but he didn't care because the only listener in the room was his brother.

After this rather heartwarming scene lasted for more than ten seconds, Andrew suddenly put the wooden block and carving knife on the table, and sighed dejectedly, "Oh, it failed again."

"Then let's do it again." Arthur took his hands off the keys and turned around and said.

"oah... I can't do it, I can't do it... This is already the fifth time. This handiwork class assignment is due tomorrow. It's definitely too late to do it again now." When Andrew said this, he turned around and smiled. Said: "If it were my brother... I could have done this kind of thing in a jiffy! After all, you are a talented person!"

"Yes." Arthur replied calmly.

"Uh..." Andrew raised his eyes and said, "You actually admitted it like that..."

"You praise me for being so talented. Why should I be humble?" Arthur got off the piano bench and walked to Andrew's side in a few steps. "Okay, okay, leave it to me. I really can't do anything to you."

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

Arthur then picked up his brother's half-finished manual homework and held it in front of his eyes for a few seconds, with disdain in his eyes. For him, to complete this kind of thing, it is impossible to fail even once, let alone five times.

It's a pity that Arthur doesn't have the opportunity to do these things. Once the Xing Clan member's identity is discovered, not only him, but also the members who took him in may be sentenced to death. Therefore, his mother did not let him go to school like other children. In fact, except for his younger brother, Arthur didn't even have a friend. His life is limited to the pasture. Apart from occasionally talking to nearby farmers, the only people he has contact with are his mother and Andrew.

"Well... if this is the case... like this, and like this again..." Arthur observed for a while and already had an idea. He picked up a pen and drew the formation formation on a piece of paper.

He finished drawing a simple formation in just one minute, and then placed the carved piece of wood in his hand on the formation.

Arthur pressed his hands on both sides of the paper and muttered trivially for a while, as if he was clarifying his thoughts. After a few seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the wooden blocks on the formation also turned into Light body, sudden change in form.

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

"Oh! How amazing!" Andrew exclaimed.

"Shhh... don't let mom hear it, she doesn't like me using alchemy." Arthur put his index finger in front of his mouth, signaling his brother to keep his voice down.

Andrew picked up the comb with gleaming eyes and observed it in his hand: "Brother, you are so amazing! Our teacher said that those who can complete the actual alchemy homework before the age of twelve are absolute young talents. ! I will definitely join the royal magician army in the future!"

"Really..." Arthur didn't have much reaction after hearing this, because in his opinion, the refinement just now was completely trivial, and he could have done more complex refinements long ago. As for the royal magician army...how could the members of the Xing clan have the opportunity to study there.

Looking at his excited brother, Arthur looked very calm. He reminded: "Andrew, please don't mention my brother's matters outside. You should understand this..."

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

"Hey... I've already done it for you, what are you going to do? If you break it, you won't be able to hand in your homework." Although Arthur said this, he did not stop his brother.

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

Looking at the letters A.A on the comb, Arthur shrugged noncommittally and touched his brother's head: "My silly brother..."

......... After watching the video, Feng Bujue couldn't help but complain: "Are you Sasuke's brother?"

From the perspective of watching CG, it is naturally impossible to know the psychological activities of Arthur and Andrew. Feng Bujue can only make a rough guess through observing words and expressions.

"Okay...it seems that the images in each room are not played in chronological order. But...the two boys seemed to have a good relationship when they were in their teens..." Feng Bujue said to himself: "Although... We can't rule out the factors of personality changes during growth, but I always feel that... the most critical opportunity for it to evolve into this situation is the so-called 'Xing Clan' bloodline."