This NPC really has a problem

At the dinner table, Mr. Lu found that his guests had fallen into a strange silence, Bai Yi looked absent-minded, and the other man and woman looked at the bowl and their companions looked at the ceiling, but they didn't dare to look at him.

The guest who looked like a bad boy didn't show up all day, and probably never again... Or some night, this pedestrian would knock on his door again, on a cold night with heavy snow.

Why are they still?

This question that shouldn't exist suddenly popped up, and Mr. Lu was in a trance for a while.

The spoon fell from his hand and fell straight into the thick soup. The hot soup splashed onto Mr. Lu's hand. He retracted his hand subconsciously, but accidentally touched the dinner plate beside him, and the plate smashed on the ground. Fragmented, milky white fragments all over the place.

The noise at the end of the dining table attracted the attention of the guests. Mr. Lu covered the back of his hand and said to them apologetically, "I'll clean up first, and you can continue eating."

Bai Zhu rested his chin and looked at the back of Mr. Lu leaving to find the broom. He thought that only NPCs would do this. They cared so much about the cleanliness of the room that they would clean every corner by themselves.

Speaking of which, the self-care ability of people of their generation is somewhat poor. Thanks to the popularization of technology, no matter how poor people are, they can afford a domestic robot.

A seemingly cruel NPC in a horror game will clean up diligently every day... Bai Zhu suddenly understood what contrast is cute, and couldn't help but chuckled.

With black-rimmed glasses and an expression of seeing a ghost, he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Bai Zhu.

The broom and mop were all in the kitchen. Mr. Lu didn't clean up the debris immediately, but turned on the faucet and put the scalded back of his hand under the faucet to rinse.After all, the soup had been brought out to cool for a while, and there were no blisters on the wound, but several red spots were left, which would heal after a while.

After turning on the faucet, the surroundings suddenly became silent again.

Mr. Lu stopped at the spot for a moment, then bent down and opened the door of the lowest level of the locker.

Not long ago, there was a curled up woman's skeleton that Mr. Lu didn't expect, but Mr. Lu had subconsciously thrown it away. Mr. Lu threw the body into a crevice not far away against the wind and snow , that gap is deep enough and hidden enough that no one can discover the secret hidden inside.

The secret will only crawl out on a winter night when the mountains are covered by heavy snow.

At this time, the cabinet was empty, and Mr. Lu only pulled out the bones without further inspection.He stretched his arms and groped in the cabinet, and at last he found a key.

A key he had lost years ago that would open most of the locks in the cabin.

It just so happened to end up in the depths of the locker, with a dead body.

Mr. Lu suddenly remembered who that woman was and how she died.Under the protection of her boyfriend, the woman called "Xiaoyao" fled to the kitchen in a panic, and got into the locker and dared not come out.She restrained her trembling and held her breath, but Mr. Lu still found out where she was and locked the locker with the spare key.

Xiaoyao starved to death.

She stole the crucial key when Mr. Lu didn't notice at all, but she couldn't open the locker door that trapped her from it.

Mr. Lu searched for a while, but found nothing else, and the bottom floor of the locker was now completely empty.

Mr. Lu's mood was a bit complicated. He felt like he was piecing together his past, but he didn't know when the memory became fragments and scattered around the hut.

……

When Mr. Lu returned to the restaurant, all his guests had finished their meals.The black-rimmed glasses and the elegant scum were nowhere to be seen, only the girl in white sat obediently on the chair, with empty dishes in front of her.

Mr. Lu put the broom and dustpan aside, and went to clean up the dishes first as a habit. When he moved his hands away from Bai Zhu, Bai Zhu asked aloud, "Are Mr. Lu's hands okay?"

Mr. Lu casually glanced at the reddish back of his hand: "It will be fine in a while."

When he was dipping the dishes into the sink, he heard the sound of debris colliding in the dining room, and when he walked over, he saw Bai Zhu clumsily sweeping the debris of the dishes into the dustpan with a broom.

Like a clumsy penguin waving its little wings.

Mr. Lu was amused by his own thoughts, and he came to Bai Zhu's side and said, "Your posture is not right."

Bai Zhu looked at him for help.

Mr. Lu stretched out his hand to adjust his posture, and quickly retracted his hand. Bai Zhu found that Mr. Lu was a little cautious, and was puzzled.

But after adjusting the posture, there is really no feeling of being unable to use force. Bai Zhu quickly swept every piece of debris into the dustpan, shook the dustpan to let the debris fall to the bottom, and asked, "Where do you pour it?" ?”

"I'll do it." Mr. Lu said, taking the dustpan from Bai Zhu's hand.

Bai Zhu didn't force it, he was entangled in whether to talk to Mr. Lu for a while, when he looked down and saw the skirt on his body when he was thinking, he suddenly understood where Mr. Lu's restraint came from.

... This is still a staid NPC.

Bai Zhu felt a little more excited for no reason, he quickly followed Mr. Lu, and said something that sounded innocent: "Mr. Lu, I found that you are very real."

It seems that it is not an NPC made of code, but a living person made of flesh and blood.

Mr. Lu was stunned for a moment, then he replied dryly, "...You too."

After cleaning the dining room and washing the dishes, Mr. Lu went to the living room to light the fireplace. Bai Zhu followed him closely, as if he was very interested in his housework.

Mr. Lu was not used to having a young girl so close to him, he felt his hands and feet were stiff.He believed that his movements must be obviously unnatural, and Bai Zhu must have noticed it too.But Bai Zhu didn't seem to know that he was the culprit, so he got closer.

The fireplace in Mr. Lu's house is a closed wood-burning fireplace. Bai Zhu is not familiar with its operation. After all, this is an old antique that can only be seen in movies, TV series and books. Oh, and there is also a game.Although games with the theme of mecha combat simulation have always occupied the largest share of the game market, other types of games always prefer the background of the era before the fourth industrial revolution, and such as the fireplace is full of decorative and classical flavors. Furniture has always been what game designers don't want to miss.

Bai Zhu watched Mr. Lu skillfully add charcoal to the fireplace, the temperature in the living room gradually increased, and Bai Zhu took off his coat after a while.Bai Zhu found that Mr. Lu's body stiffened for a moment when he put his coat on the sofa, and finally held back his laughter.

He pulled down the high collar of the sweater, revealing his small Adam's apple, but Mr. Lu didn't pay attention to him at all.

Bai Zhu was a little disappointed.

Mr. Lu spread out a hardcover notebook on his lap.

Tonight Mr. Lu stopped reading.

Bai Zhu looked at Mr. Lu writing something in his notebook, scratching his heart to know what he wrote.Bai Zhu knew in his heart that these notes were likely to be important clues in the game, but Mr. Lu's concentration on writing was too much like a person, and he was too embarrassed to peek into other people's secrets.

After sitting on the sofa for a while, Bai Zhu poked Mr. Lu's arm and asked, "Mr. Lu, can I borrow a pen and paper from you?"

Mr. Lu agreed without thinking. He went up to the second floor to find a pen and paper for Bai Zhu. Of course, he brought his notebook with him.

Mr. Lu, who came downstairs with a brand new notebook and pen, realized that he had neglected Bai Zhu. After handing the pen and paper to Bai Zhu, he went to prepare snacks and milk tea for Bai Zhu.This time he left the notebook on the coffee table, Bai Zhu couldn't help but want to turn it over, but his attention was attracted by the back of Mr. Lu making milk tea.

The kitchen door was ajar, and Mr. Lu could be vaguely seen busy.Because of the burning of the stove, they were not wearing thick clothes. The slim shirts were fitted to their bodies, and Mr. Lu's thin but strong waistline could be vaguely seen.

Bai Zhu felt that he was worthy of being a character in the game, even if he was born in a horror game, the modeling was not crooked.

Mr. Lu's image is also very unique. Although he is handsome, people can't tell what he is handsome. If he has to define his face, it is the handsomeness of passerby A. At first glance, he still can't make an impression. After a few glances... I still don't seem to have any impression.

Bai Zhu can imagine that after the public beta of this game, there will be posts like "The NPC in this horror game looks... what does he look like" and "Shock! You must not remember the face of this NPC".Mr. Lu is like a wild flower, blooming quietly by the side of the road. Passers-by can only remember that this wild flower is beautiful, but they can’t remember how beautiful it is. After all, there are too many beautiful flowers in the world. There are too many, and the wild flower is silent... Ahh, what kind of metaphor is this.

Bai Zhu hummed softly and opened the notebook, sketching Mr. Lu's appearance from memory.Look, he remembered Mr. Lu's appearance!

But the feeling of drawing with a pen is too strange, and the feeling of writing on paper is also so strange. He really misses his light screen...

And what are Mr. Lu's eyes like?

When Mr. Lu returned to the living room with milk tea and small cakes, he saw Bai Zhu frowning tightly, as if he was deeply troubled by some major problem, and couldn't help being a little curious.After he put the saucer on the coffee table, he couldn't help but leaned over to take a look: "What are you drawing?"

Only then did Bai Zhu notice Mr. Lu, he was so frightened that he almost jumped up from the sofa, and closed the notebook with a snap.

But Mr. Lu still saw the painting on it.

"you……"

Mr. Lu looked into Bai Zhu's eyes.

Bai Zhu held the notebook in his arms and swallowed nervously.

Mr. Lu asked hesitantly, "You...are you drawing people?"

"..."

"Actually, it's all because of the pen."

It has nothing to do with his drawing skills.

Really.