Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

"..." Yan Fei had a complicated expression and decisively turned around and walked out. When the sound of the stone door closing was heard behind him, he slowly spoke: "I didn't expect...it turned out to be a civil dispute."

Paimon read everything, and both of them were unfamiliar faces: "Who was that just now?"

"It's not someone, it's just a microcosm of the many civil cases that have embarrassed me."

Ye Lan was quite surprised: "Oh? It means you are afraid of disputes over firewood, rice, oil and salt?"

Yan Fei tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head: "It should be said that I am a little afraid of those people who are obsessed with trivial matters. Especially like the kind just now, they were originally well-intentioned, but in the end they turned upside down... Good intentions turned into harm. And the beginning of the accident, ugh. What a shame.”

Some lawyers’ nightmare.

She does this business because she wants to help solve some problems. Only the complex human heart cannot be completely controlled by her.

The human heart...maybe the most complex and sad thing there is.

Yan Fei exhaled and looked at the other people who had not opened the door: "... Let's not talk about this anymore. Does anyone else want to try this door?"

Ye Lan still refused.

Arataki Yidou refused the other party's rejection. He felt that Yelan was extremely unsociable. Everyone was a companion. Even if he didn't want to try, he should give a convincing reason at least.

I don’t know if it’s the word “companion” or the other party’s troublesome spirit of breaking the casserole and asking what’s going on. Ye Lan was silent for a moment and spoke frankly with no expression on her face. She works for Tianquan Ningguang, one of the seven stars in Liyue, and her work involves major secrets in Liyue. Opening this door means that she may get rid of everyone present in order to keep it secret.

I don’t know if this reason is satisfactory.

As expected, he didn't talk about opening the door anymore, and he seemed to be satisfied. But Arataki thought about it for a few seconds, bent down and asked Jiuqin Ren, who is Tianquanxing Ningguang?

Kuki-nin tried hard not to roll her eyes and give her boss an understandable explanation. Ning Guang is a person who will not let you out of the abyss alive if he discovers that you are spying on secrets. At the same time, raise doubts from the bottom of your heart.

Boss, do you really know nothing about this world?

So, among the remaining people, Wutong and Kong were the only ones.

Paimon was extremely confident that he was two traveling companions. He felt that if one of them opened the door, there would be the person they were looking for, such as Mandrill, or... Ying?

Wutong thinks the possibility is zero.

But he didn't say it clearly, he just smiled and then used the mechanism to open the door.

Scared...

Is it the mountains of construction progress that push the deadline, the loneliness of one person covered in ashes, or the end of the world due to the Big Bang?

However, it is neither.

Wutong stepped into the door.

A house, it is not Liyue style, nor is it Daozhu style. Looking up, there is a sparse rooftop that feels like there will be big trouble if it rains. The load-bearing columns and beams were of standard appearance, and looked out of place with the dilapidated charcoal basins and candles around them. To be specific, it's like modern elements suddenly inserted into ancient films.

Strange... when the few people came in before, was it so big inside?

Wutong turned around and wanted to ask, but found that the door closed with a click and was gone. This matter should have fallen on Kong's head, but unexpectedly it hit her.

Then... let's see for now.

On the unlit stove, there were a handful of stale wild vegetables that were nameless and hard and dirty steamed buns that could be used as bricks. Against the bottom of the stove were gauze bags, sand, charcoal, and pebbles of different sizes. There was also a small half bag of food, which looked like whole grains.

poverty. This is the most intuitive feeling.

Wutong can guarantee that she has never seen this scene before. Even when I went to the countryside to live with my grandparents when I was a child, the elderly people could not be said to be rich, but they were not so poor.

Wutong thought as he raised his feet and continued walking inside.

The hay is placed on the half-height stone soil. It looks like a simple kang, and it should be used as a bed. After a visual inspection, I felt that even sitting was uncomfortable, let alone sleeping. The only advantage is that the length and width are very free.

And there are all kinds of weird books scattered in the corner. Some have names and some don't, making them difficult to identify. There are three or five books stacked up, and some are spread out and scattered, with straw paper sandwiched in the middle, and they are piled up in a messy pile.

"clang--"

Something solid was kicked to the bottom of the cabinet without her noticing.

Wutong paused for a moment, then held on to the earth bed, bent over and stretched out his hand without feeling dirty.

The moment of contact, it was bone-chillingly cold.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't surprised. Because she thought that her hands would no longer feel cold when touching objects that had no temperature. Are there any exceptions?

After hooking the ring structure on it and feeling it out, I found it was a pair of scissors.

Specifically, it is a pair of scissors used in medical applications. It may be used to cut gauze or finish sutures.

But why would she know?

Although he is an architecture student, he seems to have been holding first-aid equipment for a long time, and he has the correct posture for holding scissors.

The thumb and ring finger are buckled into the two rings of the scissors handle respectively, the middle finger is placed on the scissor handle of the ring finger, and the index finger presses on the axle joint for stabilization and guidance.

Open and close again.

The sharp blade and the gleaming tip can easily pierce the chest.

It hurts more than when a knife stabs me.

Wutong shook her hand, and the scissors fell to the ground and made a clanging sound, which overlapped with her violently beating heart.

He grabbed the clothes on his chest with his left hand, as if this could stop his heart from breaking out of his chest. His right hand remained holding the scissors, freezing uncontrollably.

The cold scissors lay quietly on the ground, and under Wutong's gaze, viscous blood-like sludge actually overflowed. It began to quickly cling to her body, wrapping and dragging her with downward force.

Because there was no time to care about the pain in his chest, it was swallowed up in an instant. Wutong's hand that instinctively stretched out sank before he could do anything.

In the process of falling downward.

Wutong seemed to have returned to its mother's body, just like the original fetus, closing its eyes, holding its breath, and curling up into a ball. There is the sound of gurgling water in my ears, separated by a layer of mist. If there is any sound, it seems to be absent, whether it is near or far.

Invisible arms were wrapped around her.

Someone was leaning on her chest and listening to her heartbeat, and someone was crying on her chest. The tears that fell turned into moles, warm, bloody, and crazy.

familiar.