Survival game: My plug-ins can be superimposed

Since it is a hidden mission divided into two halves, the characters who triggered the hidden mission should be related to each other.

Either it's someone with the same identity as Zhang Qin, or someone Zhang Qin knows, or someone who is somehow related to Zhang Qin.

There are no more abducted women in Zhoujiacun who have the same thoughts of escape as Zhang Qin.

The people in Zhoujiacun that Zhang Qin knew were unlikely to be of the same mind as Zhang Qin, so they should not be able to trigger the hidden mission.

It is impossible for the same hidden task to have completely opposite content requirements for the first half and the second half.

Therefore, people related to Zhang Qin are most likely.

However, Zhao Xun has not thought of the specific connection yet.

I can only put this matter aside for the time being and see if there are any new gains in subsequent explorations.

This is why he told Zhang Qin that he would help her escape the day after tomorrow at the latest.

He didn't know whether he could get half the reward by completing only half of the hidden tasks. It would definitely be better if he could complete the complete tasks.

Zhao Xun stood up and walked towards the depths of the village.

In this case, it's better to go and meet that madman first.

It is true that no one has lived in the depths of the village for many years. Most of the houses have obvious signs of being eroded by wind and rain, and are dilapidated and decadent.

The road is also covered with weeds that are half as tall as a person. Without the breath of human beings, these are the easiest to grow wildly.

Even though it is winter now, many weeds have withered and the grass blades have drooped.

But there are still a few withered grasses that are still standing upright and will not fall down even if they are swayed by the wind. They prick the back of people's hands, making them itchy and uncomfortable.

It's very quiet here, even quieter than near the entrance of the village where Zhao Xun was staying before.

There was no sound of insects, only the occasional slight rustling of grass blades when the wind blew by, and the squeaking of shoes on the grass blades.

It was lifeless and made people feel chilly uncontrollably.

It's no wonder that after the remaining villagers moved to live near the village entrance, they never entered the depths of the village again.

Zhao Xun was not afraid. He walked deeper while watching the road carefully.

Judging from the condition of the ground, it is overgrown with weeds. Even the original road in the village many years ago has been completely covered, and there are no traces left after a long period of walking.

There really aren't many people living here anymore.

Probably just crazy people roaming around here.

And crazy people either don’t go out often, or they don’t follow the same path step by step.

So there is absolutely no trace of the road here.

The trouble is that the exact location of the madman cannot be found through his walking tracks.

However, even if a madman is really crazy, he should have a habitual place to stay. If you pay more attention, you might be able to find some traces.

Zhao Xun just slowly walked deeper, carefully checking the grass blades and soil on the ground along the way.

After walking for about half an hour, he finally saw a series of footprints.

This is obviously the mark left by stepping on the soft soil when it rained. After the weather cleared up, it hardened and took shape. If you don't think that it will be destroyed, it will not disappear easily.

Zhao Xun raised his head and looked around.

There are several dilapidated old houses here, and the weeds in front of two of them have obvious signs of being stepped on repeatedly.

Zhao Xun was about to choose one of the rooms and go in to take a look when he suddenly saw a dirty man coming out of the room on the left.

The man's hair was very long and in clumps, as if it hadn't been trimmed or washed for many years.

He was very thin, wearing a thick, black cotton jacket and cotton trousers, but it was obvious that his trousers and cufflinks were loose, and his exposed wrists and ankles had distinct bones.

Because his hair was too disheveled, it covered most of his face, making his appearance and expression invisible.

But when he rushed out, he was still babbling and waving his hands randomly. It seemed that he didn't welcome the appearance of Zhao Xun, a stranger.

Zhao Xun directly used hypnosis on the man.

Unexpectedly, the effect of hypnosis was somewhat compromised.

Although the man no longer had the intention of attacking Zhao Xun and could stand quietly and listen to Zhao Xun speak, he often answered Zhao Xun's questions incoherently.

It seems that the madman's own chaotic thinking cannot be corrected even by hypnosis.

A madman can only answer every question with a madman's thinking, which does not sound like normal logic to ordinary people.

However, Zhao Xun still gained something.

The madman did kill his father with his own hands, but it was not because of the madness as the villagers thought, but because the madman had hatred for his father.

But what kind of hatred it is, the madman can't tell clearly.

Zhao Xun asked in several ways, but in the end he never got an answer that was valuable for reference.

He simply gave up on this question for the time being and asked another one: "Has anyone given you food in the past few years?"

The madman looked up at Zhao Xun, finally revealing a pair of eyes covered by messy hair.

His eyes were actually clear.

There is no calculation or turbidity, just like a child who has never experienced the world, with a bit of ignorance and confusion.

"Food." He murmured these two words.

"Yes, food." Zhao Xun patiently induced, "You are hungry, what do you want to eat?"

"Catch fish!" the madman laughed, "Bird eggs! Delicious!"

Then he showed an unhappy expression: "Grass, it tastes bad."

"Is there anything else?" Zhao Xun followed the madman's words and asked, "Have you eaten anything else?"

"Fruit." The madman laughed again, "Sweet!"

"Bugs, they taste bad!"

"Tree, hard!"

"Leaves, bitter!"

He talked a lot like this, and it all sounded like the food given by nature that he had been looking for all over the village.

It doesn't look like someone is feeding it.

"Has no one given you anything to eat?" Zhao Xun asked this question again.

The madman shook his head: "No one... no one."

Zhao Xun tried to ask some other questions, but did not get any more results.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, he temporarily let go of the madman and walked toward the entrance of the village alone.

By the time he returned to the door of his house, it was completely dark. Zhou Dafu's house next door was dimly lit, probably because there were oil lamps or candles.

Zhao Xun only found two candles and a box of matches in the house, but no other lighting objects.

He didn't have anything to look at at the moment, so he simply closed the door and went to bed in the dark without lighting a candle.

The quilt on the bed was very thin and had little warmth-keeping effect. Zhao Xun simply took out his sleeping bag and finally felt less cold.

He summoned the mandrill again and had it guarding him, and then quickly fell asleep.

Although it's still very early, only about six o'clock.

But he knew that it was unlikely that he would get a good night's sleep tonight, so he would sleep for a while while there was still some time.