I was mentally ill and was selected to participate in the strange rules talk

Martin held the wet note and frowned, feeling mmp in his heart for a moment.

This inexplicable note, accompanied by a cool breeze, gave him an ominous premonition.

How could there be notes falling in the cave where there should be no wind?

Who would leave him such a vague message?

Could it be.

Seemingly thinking of something, Martin looked around and asked the air.

Excuse me, is there anyone?

He had reason to suspect that this note was deliberately given to him by an entity he could not see.

Is it the little girl just now? Is it you?

Unfortunately, after asking many times, there was no reply at all from the cave.

Martin's nature told him that a soldier's instinct is to face danger rather than avoid it. He leaned over to pick up the note and looked at it carefully.

The paper was stained with ink, as if someone had written hurriedly and hard, or perhaps years of friction had made it difficult to distinguish the authenticity of the words.

He tried to rub the writing on the paper to see if he could make out more information, but the rain had diluted it almost completely.

After thinking for a moment, he returned his gaze to the entrance of the cave and made up his mind to exit the cave to see if he could find some clues in the rain.

Martin put on some dry clothes, suppressed the fire slightly, picked up the ax, and walked out of the cave cautiously.

The rain was still pouring down, and my vision became extremely hazy in the wind and rain. My feet made a dull sound on the muddy ground, and my heartbeat echoed in my chest.

Apart from the muddy mountain roads and rain-soaked trees, he seemed to find no clues that could solve the mystery.

He walked to the soil slope directly above the cave, where the rainwater formed a small torrent, eating away at the soil of the slope.

Martin looked carefully along the flowing water and found that there were traces of human movement in the soil.

He stopped and dug carefully according to the instructions.

As the soil was dug away bit by bit, a small wooden box was revealed in the mud and sewage.

The box looked old, washed away by rain and lost its original color, but its tightly closed lid and airtight structure made it seem like the contents inside had survived.

A burst of doubt arose in his mind, and Martin returned to the cave. After taking off his clothes and baking them, he carefully looked at the box.

There are also several faded photos outside the box, showing an old couple and their family members, looking happy and peaceful.

Under the photo, there are engraved words.

It read: Dear, if you see this news, please send these memories back to our home.

In this way, Martin understood what the note said, Help me. Send it back.

If that's the case, does he mean for me to deliver this box somewhere?

Yes, I understand, but where exactly to send it to, Martin is still confused.

Should I say it or not, what's in it?

People's curiosity is endless, especially since this box is not simple at first glance.

The other party went to great lengths to remind me that there must be something very good in it?

Not only him, the atmosphere in the entire live broadcast room was aroused by him.

Countless people want to see what is inside this box.

[I think it might be a trick! 】

[Although I also know that there are good things in this box, it is not so easy to get the magic weapon. 】

[We Martin are lucky, the chosen one, favored by God. Is there a problem? 】

【fart! How many meters tall is the grass on the grave of the last one you were favored by now, right? 】

[I feel like there is something similar to the peach wood sword that Jiang Xiao robbed in the box. 】

[Hey, this is quite possible]

Jiang Xiao's peach wood sword is an old item, and this box is also an old item, and it might contain the same type of things.

Why?

Jiang Xiao had great doubts in his mind.

He discovered that in the previous summer, the beings in the ghost stories all liked to eat stir-fried vegetables.

But now that winter has arrived, we have collectively switched to eating hot pot.

It was obviously only noon, but due to the heavy rain, the sky looked as dark as it did at six or seven o'clock in the evening.

There was some silence at the dinner table.

The hot pot was steaming, and the four people sitting around the dining table had their own agendas.

Bao Lebin kept busy until now, and finally brought over the last plate of washed spinach and fresh shrimps.

Okay, curator, look at it, is today's lunch sumptuous enough?

Okay, that's enough. You can sit down and eat together.

Bao Lebin sat down obediently, and Jiang Xiao took the lead in using his chopsticks while telling them the details of his battle with Spider-Man last night.

There is a saying that Jiang Xiao, who grew up listening to stories, is also good at telling stories, so vividly that the others feel like they are immersed in the scene.

Especially when they heard that Spider-Man's defense was incredible, that Jiang Xiao could not break his defense, and that Spider-Man was blocking him underground and preventing him from leaving.

Bao Lebin's hands were sweating from anxiety.

When the story was over, Jiang Xiao changed the subject and dropped a bombshell.

By the way, when I chased Ghostface last night, she said that she had no ill intentions towards us and just wanted to remind us with good intentions.

The other three people also had a meal with their chopsticks, with surprised looks on their faces.

Remind us of what? the curator asked.

Remind us, there's a bad guy inside the funeral home.

silence

The atmosphere at the dinner table became tense instantly.

Are there bad people in the funeral home?

promise.

There are only four people on the scene in total. If there is a bad guy, wouldn't it be just one of the four on the scene?

No, excluding Jiang Xiao himself, it would be one of three choices.

Is it fake? Does she have any evidence or find anything?

The night watchman who spoke little asked Jiang Xiao.

“Not this one”

Jiang Xiao, you are still young, and the other party is not a living person. You must remember not to be fooled by the Japanese. Maybe this is a divorce plan.

Jiang Xiao nodded and said nothing more. This was indeed the other party's one-sided statement.

Although I was willing to believe the little girl in my heart, there was no substantial evidence after all.

‘Shua~’

A black shadow flashed outside the hall window.

Director, let me ask you a silly question. Are there only four of us in this funeral home?

On the other side, Hirozuka Okamon has also finished his meal. His life has been extremely comfortable in the past few days.

Who dares to show his teeth to him, he will slap the female corpse in his face with his backhand. This trick will never work.

Isn’t this?

That big bastard Bao Lebin was still washing the dishes, so he went back to the dormitory and planned to take a nice nap.

If you think about it carefully, it's not impossible to live like this for ten years~ Food and accommodation are included, and you don't have to do any other work. It seems pretty good, right?

After finishing his soliloquy, Okado Hirotsuka asked the female corpse who was sharing the same bed.

Yeah, who says it's not?

Hehehe, you think so too? It's mainly me.