Help, I've become a paper man

The three of them each had their own ideas, so they drew the curtains, turned on the lights in the living room, and exchanged the information they had obtained.

Since the information obtained by Song Yi and Xuanyunduo overlapped, it was Xuanyunduo who basically spoke. What can be confirmed at present is that their birthplaces all have "wells", and the longevity they are exploring is related to the village. The clues about the temple and the bones are incomplete, so after a brief overview, there is no elaboration.

Duan's information was simpler. He was born at the entrance of the village. He had just arrived last night and was led into the village by the village chief. He first took him for a walk around the village, then went to the ancestral hall to worship, and then sent him to this room, saying it was his temporary residence. It was also after the village chief came that the tall and thin man came to him and said something related to longevity, but there was no substantive content, like words to coax others to leave.

This is what Xuanyunduo summarized. During Duan's narration, he was interrupted by Song Yi from time to time. After several times, after answering Song Yi's questions, Duan couldn't remember what he was saying for a while. If Xuanyunduo hadn't been unable to help but warned Song Yi to "shut up", Song Yi would have cooperated and remained silent. Duan might not have been able to finish his speech and would have died with him.

Later, the three had nothing to say. Duan's last message was that the bed in the bedroom had not been slept in. Xuanyunduo cooperated and went back to his room to rest, leaving the two men in the living room.

The slight smell of gunpowder disappeared, and they were alone. Duan's anger died down instantly. He sat listlessly on the chair, looking towards the window. Song Yi, whose microphone was passively muted, came to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and peeked out the window like a thief.

Duan couldn't help but ask, "Are you really the eldest young master?"

Song Yi asked back: "Are you really a college student?"

Using the other party's doubts to defeat the other party has no lethality, but it is quite insulting, which made Duan choke and stop talking.

Song Yi was happy with the quietness and continued to observe the outside. The sun was already high in the sky and there was still no sound. He turned his back to Duan, and his fingers briefly stayed in the light, then withdrew them as if nothing had happened, staring quietly out the window. He looked for a while, lowered the curtains, turned back to the table, picked up another chair, put it next to the bedroom door, and sat down there.

Duan couldn't help but ask, "Are you a little perverted?"

Song Yi: "Don't mind your own business, young master."

Seeing Duan was about to speak again, he touched his neck and smiled. The threat in his smile was so obvious that it instantly shut Duan up.

The two continued to maintain silence. Song Yi took out a bottle of mineral water from the space, held it in his hand, and drank it slowly. After drinking for a while, he took out a piece of bread and ate and drank at the same time. The speed was not fast, but it felt like he was killing time.

He ate leisurely, and Duan, who was in the same room with him, couldn't stand it, so he took the initiative again and asked, "Master, can I go out for something to eat?"

Song Yi said easily: "Okay."

When Duan stood up and walked to the door, Song Yi continued, "But wait, it's daytime outside, isn't it dangerous for you to go out?"

Duan stopped and sighed. When he opened the door, he stretched out his hand to the door, quickly picked up the bamboo hat leaning against the wall, put it on his head, turned around to look at Song Yi, and said resignedly:

"…I do have a prop. It's this one. I keep it at home. It was given to me by the village chief. I really wanted to harm you when I was outside the village."

There was a sense of powerlessness in his words.

Song Yi didn't say anything, just stared at him, and he had to continue: "When you come back... I will hand in the props."

The young master was satisfied. He nodded, raised his right hand, waved at him, and said, "Got it. Go eat. Goodbye."

After getting the answer, Duan quickly left the house and closed the door. He walked away in a hurry, as if he was escaping from some disaster. However, in a place where no one could see, the corners of his lips slowly rose.

But Song Yi didn't pay attention. As soon as the door closed, he immediately poured water into his mouth, took another bottle, and put the bread on the table. He drank two bottles in a row before he quenched his thirst and stopped. He had guessed before touching the sunlight, and it was true. There was a hint in the supplies in the backpack that there was more bread than water, and the rest of the water was used.

While he was thinking, the door beside him opened. Xuanyunduo turned to look at him. He was holding an empty water bottle with an idiotic look, and his eyes were filled with helplessness and questioning.

Song Yi said: "There is indeed something wrong with this old guy."

Xuanyun nodded, then asked, "What's the range of your bomb?"

Song Yi replied: "Three kilometers. Unless he runs out of the village and stops doing the mission, he can't run away."

They did not let their guard down. During the exchange of information, Song Yi deliberately interrupted to disrupt the other party's thoughts. It would be difficult to recall the real events if they were interrupted like this, but fabricated facts would be easily exposed if they were asked about the details randomly.

Duan answered fluently without any major problems, but there were quite a few details that he "forgot" and "didn't remember". Obviously, what they said was not completely true, so they only used it as a reference before confirming it.

Song Yi looked at Xuanyunduo and said, "There are some details we haven't mentioned yet. The most important thing is... I'm thinking of something."

Without waiting for Yunyun to ask what was going on, he continued, "The door to the Zen room that I entered, you knew before that it could be opened from the inside, but you didn't know that it could also be opened from the outside."

At this point, Xuanyunduo hesitated for a moment. Just as she was about to speak, Song Yi looked at her and asked again: "My question is, how did you know that it can be opened? How did you do it?"

Xuanyunduo knew that he didn't trust Duan, because she didn't believe him either, but she didn't expect Song Yi to come and ask her questions with a naive look on his face. At this time, she swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth and looked at him silently.

She just said: "It's my skill."

Normal players would not continue to ask questions out of politeness after hearing this, but Song Yi was not like that.

He asked again: "Does the skill tell you in detail how to open the door?"

Xuanyundu also became angry and was about to close the bedroom door to end the ongoing conversation, but was stopped by Song Yi who stood up.

Song Yi said: "I'm sorry, I can't figure this out. Are you sure you can really open the door from the inside? I suspect that the corpse was trapped there."

He thought about it all the way, and realized that he stepped on a bone as he entered the door. The Zen room was not big and not crowded. It was hard for him not to be suspicious when someone died so close to the door.

This sentence calmed Xuanyue down. She took a deep breath and asked, "What can I convince you of?"

There were tiny noises coming from outside the door. Song Yi was about to speak, but he changed his mind and said jokingly, "It means the people who built it don't believe in Buddhism."

The door opened with the sound. Duan came back from getting food and the first thing he saw was Xuanyunduo holding a dagger, chasing Song Yi in the small room. The sword shadows were so blinding that he almost took a step back and went back outside, only to be pulled in by Song Yi.

Song Yi shouted: "Hurry, the food is here, stop fighting!"

Those who don't know would think Duan is the food, but it's better to just treat him as the food... The battle is indeed over, and Duan was afraid of leaving for too long. Song Yi thought the man had run away, so he directly detonated the bomb and took the trouble to bring back food. Unexpectedly, these two guys were so inhumane that the food for one person was divided into three equal portions, and the remaining food was far from enough for an adult man to eat.

Song Yi, who was the first to take action, said with a smile: "Look, I divided it evenly."

The smile made Duan's teeth itch and he felt like he was stabbing someone in his heart. The anger reduced his appetite and made Duan feel that he was being coerced by such a person and even the food didn't taste good.

But I still ate it. It was still quite some time before dark, and the real focus was at night, which required sufficient physical strength for everyone.