Constructing a world?

  Ning Shu silently noted this down. What was this?

  795, an advanced task-taker actually had such an attitude towards an ultra task-taker.

  By the time they got back to the house, they were covered by a thick layer of snow. Ning Shu helped Mei Ziqing dust the snowflakes off of her collar.

  “You guys weren’t able to get her?” The uncle looked indifferent and his tone was light, not at all concerned about a human life.

  795 shrugged, “She ran away.”


  “Advisor, let’s go search for her. If not, something will definitely happen to her,” said Fan Junyang anxiously.

  “She and Pan Chen were the best members of the traditional painting club. They were going to compete in the national competition this year.” Fan Junyang’s face was very pale.

  Several people had already died and something happened to two of the top traditional painting students as well.

  The uncle said indifferently, “Then go look for her. I won’t stop you, but know that there’s no guarantee you’ll return.”


  “If you don’t have anything else to do, stay inside and don’t go anywhere.” The uncle had an eerily shining scalpel in his hand.

  Fan Junyang looked outside the house. The sky was dark with thick leaden clouds. Even if he didn’t know how to read the weather, he knew the snow would get heavier.

  “Advisor, we’ll stay with you,” said Fan Junyang.

  Everyone just stayed in the living room, making it look overcrowded.

  Some of the girls sobbed quietly as they huddled close together.

  “Advisor, do you have a clue?” Ning Shu asked the uncle.

  The uncle stared at the old woman who came in with the fire pan. Xiao Lan was behind her, holding the hem of her clothes.

  Did the uncle suspect the old lady and Xiao Lan?

  “Get that out of here. It is already dirty enough with so many people in the house. Don’t bring the fire pan in.” The uncle said.

  Ning Shu: …


  And she had thought that the uncle suspected the grandma and Xiao Lan of being the murderers.

  “The living room is chilly, so I brought a fire pan to warm it up.” The old woman put the fire pan down. The charcoal was crackling.

  Ning Shu smelled a fragrance. It was very crisp and clear, like the clean scent of trees. She couldn’t help but ask, “What is this? It’s so fragrant!”


  “This is fragrant branch wood. The wood carries a natural fragrance,” said Xiao Lan. She didn’t look at Ning Shu. Her eyes were straight and unfocused.

  Ning Shu sniffed carefully, there was no strange smell.

  The old lady sighed. “I was going to kick you out, but there’s going to be a blizzard.”


  “Thank you, madam.” Fan Junyang said immediately.

  The lunch was still the black bread with thin porridge and pickled vegetables.

  The ashen clouds in the sky grew heavier and heavier, causing the sky to rapidly darken. Since everyone was gathered in the living room, the entire afternoon was very quiet. Nothing happened.

  The wind was howling, so those in the living room were shivering with cold after dinner.

  Fan Junyang told the uncle, “Advisor, it’s too cold, so we’re planning on going back to bed. We won’t go anywhere alone.”


  The uncle nodded indifferently.

  The task-takers stayed behind and sat around the table.

  795 said, “Let me start with my opinion. There is more than one murderer.”


  Lu Shanshan snorted, “Where’s the proof?”


  “Almost everyone had an alibi, so there must have been an agreement.”


  Lu Shanshan whispered, “I think there’s something wrong with the grandmother and granddaughter. Someone in the club must have something to do with them.”


  “Every time the old woman serves porridge to Fan Junyang, she gives him more than anyone else.” Lu Shanshan said, “She always serves Fan Junyang first.”


  Editor: Kai

  Translator: Kaho