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The planks of the plank bed were obviously sunken, and when you lifted the brown mattress, you could see that a long horizontal plank had collapsed.

In order to respect the privacy of the guests, the camera couldn't capture the entire plank bed. Ji Wenxia could almost imagine the direction of public opinion after the show was broadcast.

The most important thing is, the bed collapsed, how will he and Shen Tinghe spend the next two days.

Ji Wenxia peeked at the camera from the corner of the eye, coughed lightly, and rescued him: "The quality of this bed is not good. It creaked when you turned over in the middle of the night. When you woke up, the bed collapsed. Obviously we didn't do anything. .”

He said it specially for the audience who will watch the variety show at that time, lest a group of people yell and misunderstand what they did to collapse the bed.

Shen Tinghe couldn't help laughing, and suddenly remembered that Wu Shan said that each group can take away the clues outside, knowing that he couldn't dawdle here, looked down at the bed board, slowly loosened his hands, and put down the brown mattress.

"Anyway, we can't spend our time here now, eat something to fill our stomachs, then go out to find clues, and come back later to find a solution."

Ji Wenxia was about to say "yes", when suddenly he saw Shen Tinghe gently lifted the brown mat again, stretched out his hand to move the wooden board, and saw the "color" hidden in the darkness from under the collapsed wooden board.

Shen Tinghe: "There is something hidden under this bed."

Ji Wenxia reacted quickly, knelt down to touch, touched a hand of ashes, and finally found a handful of heavy money after a while.

It turned out to be money.

Ji Wenxia found it incredible, and roughly counted: "It must be at least twenty to thirty thousand."

From the perspective of the environment, this is obviously not the era they live in. For that era, 3 to [-] yuan was a lot of money, enough for the owner of the thatched cottage to eat and drink well.

——However, judging from what they found now, the protagonist is very poor, the kind who is too poor to get rid of the pot.

The two stuffed the money back to its original place, searched the hut, and found four steamed buns and a few wild vegetables, not even rice.

It is equivalent to saying that this is all their food for three meals a day today.

Ji Wenxia couldn't help frowning, his eyes lit up, he focused on money, and looked sideways at Shen Tinghe: "Brother, do you think there will be any small towns nearby, so that we can Buy a new bed and food!"

Shen Tinghe said: "It's hard to say."

When the program team sent them here last night, they could clearly feel that the drive was far away.

It is estimated that it will take a whole day to walk back from here, let alone find any small town.

Shen Tinghe rummaged around, but still couldn't find any extra food: "It seems that we can only eat these first, and we will go outside later to see what we can eat."

Ji Wenxia froze, said "Okay", then handed two steamed buns to Shen Tinghe: "Here, eat."

Seeing his sleepy look, Shen Tinghe thought for a while and said, "It's not ruled out that there is the town you mentioned nearby, we can look for it later." Then he managed to see Ji Wenxia pull himself up with a look Looking radiant.

The corner of Shen Tinghe's lips curled up, and he reached out to take the steamed bun. His palm had become a little dirty when he was searching for things, but he didn't care, and took the steamed bun and ate it.

Ji Wenxia took a bite, almost hurting her teeth.The taste of the steamed bun was very hard, and his masseter muscles became sore after chewing it several times. When he swallowed it, it stuck in his throat, making it difficult for him to even swallow.

Shen Tinghe obviously felt the same way, it was so unpalatable that he tried hard to swallow it, and his throat rolled down.

He turned around and went to get the kettle, but the kettle was empty, so he could only carry the old-fashioned aluminum kettle to boil water.

The people who live here live alone, and all the daily necessities are the same. Shen Tinghe poured the boiled hot water into the only water cup, lowered his head and blew, and after a while, handed the water cup to Ji Wenxia inside.

Ji Wenxia was taken aback, lowered his eyes and smiled, took the water glass, pinched the handle of the water glass with his fingers, gently stroked and asked, "Brother, do you mind if I drink it directly?"

In fact, when he asks such a question, the audience may find it very strange. After all, it is nothing for two men to share a water cup in a difficult environment.

Shen Tinghe's eyes fell on his hands, and quickly turned to other places: "I don't mind."

Ji Wenxia smiled, raised his head and took two sips, and handed it to Shen Tinghe: "You should also take two sips, this steamed bun is too hard to swallow."

Shen Tinghe held the handle of the water glass, swept down his dark eyes, opened his lips slightly, and drank the remaining water in the glass.

After eating and drinking enough, the two pushed open the door of the thatched cottage and walked out.

In the deep mountains and old forests, Ji Wenxia and Shen Tinghe walked through the dense grass, stopping and looking for clues.

However, it seemed that the program team hadn't released clues at all. They searched carefully and found nothing.

Ji Wenxia squinted his eyes, looked into the distance along the dense forest, and suddenly asked: "Brother Fang Yan, are they far away from us? Otherwise, we have already traveled such a long way, how could we not see even a single person? No leads found."

His crow-feather eyelashes drooped, his eyes fell on the flowers and plants all over the ground, and he looked back at the way they came. This question was meaningful.

After hearing this, Shen Tinghe looked sideways at him, and immediately understood what he meant: "You mean to say that the clues will be close to all three of our groups."

Instead of being very close to one group, but too far away from the other two groups.

Ji Wenxia met his gaze, and praised without hesitation: "Smart."

That's what I mean!

The guests can bring back the clues outside the cottage. In order to ensure that each team can get the clues, the program group has a certain amount of information, so as not to fall behind in this competition from the beginning and lose the visibility of the program. ’, most likely to place cues at the same distance from each group.

If they walked forward, and Fang Yan and Luo Yongqi's thatched cottage was not in front, then there might not be any clues along this road, which was beyond the scope of the program group's arrangement of clues.

Shen Tinghe said: "So we are going to a higher place now. It is best to see where their thatched houses are, so as to judge the approximate location of the clues."

Ji Wenxia: "Yes."

The two left as soon as they said they would, and walked quickly towards the hillside, panting slightly.

The grass is too lush.

Ji Wenxia reached out to push away the knee-high grass, the back of his hand was accidentally cut, and a bloodstain appeared.

He lowered his head and wiped off the blood with his hands. Shen Tinghe originally turned his head to see where he had gone, but he saw blood on the back of his hand.

Shen Tinghe stretched out his hand to him without hesitation: "Give me your hand, and I will pull you up."

Ji Wenxia blinked, as if he wanted to say something, but the show was being recorded, he paused for two seconds, curled his lips, and put his hand on Shen Tinghe's palm.

"Thank you bro."

After climbing up the hill, they were finally able to overlook the surrounding scene.

The whole mountain seemed to be desolate, and the town that Ji Wenxia had expected was completely invisible, which was a great disappointment.

Fortunately, the hard work was not in vain, Ji Wenxia soon saw two thatched cottages, raised his eyebrows, and pointed in that direction: "I saw it, brother Fang Yan, He Yan and the others are there, Luo Yongqi and Xuan Yi just left come out."

The three huts are connected in a triangle, and this area is the most likely place to have clues.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the program group will place clues outside the triangular area, but the main clues must be inside, and the difficulty cannot be too great, otherwise none of the three groups can solve the story, and it will be boring to play.

Shen Tinghe said: "Fang Yan and the others walked in the right direction from the beginning, they may have found something, we must go there now."

Ji Wenxia didn't expect to run down just as he came up, he wanted to laugh but couldn't do it, worried about the cameras around him, he held back his swear words, and finally pulled Shen Tinghe's arm in a shameless manner: "I can't go Move, give me a hand."

Feel free to hold hands.

Shen Tinghe thought about his words for a moment, and always felt that Ji Wenxia was no longer ambiguous as before, but began to ask him for something more in action.

It seems that he wants to go deeper on this road, not just stay on the superficial ambiguity.

Shen Tinghe put away his thoughts, reached out and grabbed Ji Wenxia's wrist.At this moment, he saw a tomb on the mountain in the distance, and he paused: "Shall we find a chance to go there and have a look?"

Ji Wenxia looked in the direction he pointed, and saw Xiao Se's tomb, and felt a gust of wind blowing towards him.He shook his whole body, shaking off the trembling feeling, and said to Shen Tinghe: "Let's find some clues first, then we'll talk about it later."

What if it was the original tomb on this mountain?

Deciphering in the wild is a physical effort.

They went straight to the triangular area formed by the thatched house, and after arriving at the destination, they gradually slowed down and began to look for clues.

Ji Wenxia: "Take advantage of this time, let's go through the existing clues."

Shen Tinghe: "OK."

Ji Wenxia: "First of all, we already know that the protagonist of the story is a writer."

Shen Tinghe: "It may also be someone who wants to become a writer. Judging from the letter sent to him by the 'big writer', he should have no achievements in writing for the time being."

He used extremely precise words, saying "temporary" because this is the first day they entered the story. According to Wu Shan, it is the beginning of the story timeline. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, the clues will change, and the story will have more in-depth changes. .

Ji Wenxia agreed: "Yes, he doesn't seem to have achieved anything yet, and he is extremely self-doubting. He has a lot of scraps and is a perfectionist."

Shen Tinghe said: "He is a loyal fan of the 'Great Writer', the books of the 'Great Writer' are placed the most on the bookshelf, and he has a good relationship with the 'Great Writer', and they have correspondence, maybe the letters in the thatched cottage Not the only one, but we haven't found any others."

"There is another very important point," Ji Wenxia said neatly, "he has money, at least 3 to [-] yuan, but his money has collected dust under the bed, so it can be seen that he didn't take it out at all. used."

Shen Tinghe asked a question: "Why does he have money but doesn't use it?"

Ji Wenxia said: "One possibility is that he is very economical and he is not willing to use it, or what he wants to keep the money for. Another possibility is that the money is ill-gotten gains and he dare not use it."

Ill-gotten gains?

Shen Tinghe wondered if this definition would be too negative.

But now everything is in doubt and question marks, and the questions raised by Ji Wenxia are worth thinking about.

Shen Tinghe: "That's it first."

The two searched the area for a while, and the deep mountains and old forests were full of insects they had never seen before. Fortunately, it was winter, and there were no snakes in the mountains, which reduced the uncertain danger.

Ji Wenxia's eyes were sharp, and he saw a palm-sized piece of soil in front of the big tree. It was different from other soil, it seemed to be protruding, and he immediately squatted down.

"Brother, come and have a look, there must be something here."

Shen Tinghe heard the words and came over.

Ji Wenxia was wondering if he should plan with his bare hands, so Shen Tinghe directly broke off a branch, and used the tip of the branch to pick up a thin layer of soil, revealing the iron box inside.

"There really is something."

Ji Wenxia whistled happily, looked at Shen Tinghe with a smile, reached out and picked up the slender handle on the iron box, took out the iron box, and cleaned the dirt on the iron box with his hands.

This is the first outdoor clue they got on the show.

Ji Wenxia asked, "Guess what it is."

Shen Tinghe said: "Believe."

After he finished speaking, Ji Wenxia opened the iron box.

Sure enough, there were letters one after another, filling the entire iron box.

Undoubtedly, this is an important clue to the whole story.

Ji Wenxia: "You really guessed it right!"

Full of interest, he directly picked up the top letter and opened it to read.

[I heard that you have created a new story recently, I have been looking forward to it for a long time, if you are willing, please send it to me for a look.Although you have not been able to publish a book so far, I always think that you have a talent for telling stories. I hope you can calm down and write slowly. Don’t worry, I am your most loyal reader—a great writer]

The time is marked on the back, which is exactly one month before the letter that Caowu found.

It seems that during this month, the owner of the grass house sent the manuscript to the other party, and got the other party's evaluation: the plot setting is still flawed.

However, judging from the content of this letter, the great writer seems to have been encouraging him to create and appreciate his writing talent. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is Bole.

Shen Tinghe suggested: "Let's watch it in chronological order, otherwise there may be 'chaos'."

Ji Wenxia said hello.

Under the iron box is the earliest letter.

[Hello, I am a great writer. Not long ago, I was fortunate enough to see your manuscript at the editor of a familiar publishing house. For this reason, I am writing this letter, hoping to get to know you.Although the editor comrade said that your novel does not meet the publication standards, I am very interested in this story. I think you just lack writing skills. If you trust me, I will suggest revisions for you and support you in this article The road goes on - Great Writer]

Unexpectedly, the correspondence between the two actually started from the great writer.

The following letters mainly revolve around the writing advice given by the great writer to the protagonist, and it was not until later that the two began to have a life intersection.

[I heard that your life is not easy recently, so I sent this letter specially to provide you with a little help, I hope you can accept my kindness and continue to create your story]

As soon as the letter came out, Ji Wenxia and Shen Tinghe looked at each other, apparently confirming from each other's eyes that their thoughts collided.

Ji Wenxia: "The meager help, if you say that, it should be that money?"

Shen Tinghe: "Eight and nine are inseparable from ten."

Well, they've got a portion of the credits for the first story.

The earliest letter in the iron box was two years ago. The content of the letter was very plain. It was full of encouragement from great writers to the protagonist. The protagonist seemed to have rejected his kindness, but he still insisted on giving the protagonist some help in different letters. Xiao busy, which is a euphemism for sending money, hopes that he will not be disturbed by life.

When the great writer took the initiative to mention his life, it had been more than a year since the two met.

[I often feel sorry for my failed marriage. I regret that I can’t understand each other with my ex-wife. I regret that I can’t grow up with my son. Not long ago, I met my four-year-old son. He didn’t know me and called him uncle. That sound made me sad and tearful, I don’t know where to start——Great Writer]

Ji Wenxia snapped his fingers and thought about it: "Let's make a point. The great writer is divorced and has a four-year-old son. The son is not close to him. I don't know if this clue will be developed in the follow-up of the story."

Shen Tinghe said that this seems to be an important plot.He reached out to cover the iron box, just about to put it away and take it back later.

In this way, this important clue is interrupted in their hands.

Without this clue, it would be much more difficult for the other two groups to restore the truth of the story.

Suddenly, footsteps came from behind them.

As soon as Ji Wenxia turned his head, he saw Fang Yan and He Yan appearing in front of him.

He Yan raised his eyebrows, and immediately looked at the iron box in their hands: "Have you found the clue?"

Ji Wenxia stood up, curled his lips, and asked casually, "Yes, didn't you find it?"

The meaning of Ji Wenxia's rhetorical question is very obvious.

You asked if we found a clue, obviously hoping to get something from us.

That being the case, you and I should keep in touch, and if you want to know something from me, you have to pay something.

Fang Yan and He Yan glanced at each other: "We found a clue."

Ji Wenxia raised his eyelids, and asked with a lazy smile, "Then come to exchange?"

It is better for the two groups to cooperate this time, and then rely on their own abilities, than to have no clue on both sides.

Fang Yan agreed: "Okay."

He Yan took out a knife from his backpack.

"This is what we found, a bloody knife."

The blood on the blade had dried up, showing a deep red and dark "color".