Chapter 04: Inside the house, it is not clear, outside the house is clear, outside is clear, inside is confused (5K) (Ch 04)

South of town, rooftop.
Yuki ran to the edge of the town in one breath, climbed onto the roof, held his knees and took several breaths before he came to his senses.
The constant buzzing sound of chanting filled my ears, and the square was like a huge source of noise, but it was not as disturbing as the lamentations of the devil’s hospital.
“But that’s because you didn’t see the extraordinary scene.”
If he didn’t have the Demon Eye, he would have been fooled by the chanting. But the moment he activated the bloodline skill, the world Yuki saw was different.
Thousands of people actually sat on the ground, chanting unknown scriptures and praying for the protection of the gods, and then…
The gods really came.
Fat, black, pus-oozing maggots appeared on the heads of all the townspeople. Some were thick, some were thin. Whether you believe it or not, they opened their bloody mouths and bit off from the top of the head, wrapping the whole person inside.
It was a bit like a blood-sucking worm lying on human skin, eating with voracious mouthfuls and shaking its fat body. He even felt a little sympathetic for the player who drew the ‘Cultist’.
It’s okay if you can’t see the extraordinary phenomena, but if you can, who would dare to hold that thing in your mouth? I can’t stand it anyway.
Yuki grimaced. He originally thought of this as a simple mission, but now he was filled with disgust towards the town. It was so disgusting, even more disgusting than those demons in the hospital.
“Then the Demon Eye can’t be used casually. We have to find another way.”
Disgusting as it was, the problem still had to be solved. He opened the Demon Eye for just a moment and found that the maggots were trembling as if in resonance, with a tendency to “look” at him, so he quickly closed it and ran away.
Can’t look directly at gods? This thing should be quite outrageous when it is fully functioned.
Why let the murderous followers? Isn’t it the way of survival provided by the game? As for how to do it, it is up to the players themselves.
Yuki sat cross-legged, not daring to look at the “spectacular view” over at the square. He frowned and thought for a long time before coming up with a rough idea.
“The first step is to find a friend, an undercover agent. His tips should be similar to mine and he should be able to help.”
Accustomed to working in a team, Yuki didn’t think about solving the problem on his own even without the seniors and others, and he had already grasped the clues.
“Yue Gong is one of the three new recruits. There is a possibility that these four are ‘undercover’. Of course, there is a small chance that he is a top-notch old shady guy who is clearly a ‘cultist’ but does the opposite.”
“There should be very few players who can do this, because doing the opposite requires a necessary option, which is to overwhelm the strength of other players.”
Yuki touched his chin. If he drew the ‘Cultist’, he would definitely do this, using himself as bait to lure out other players. One on one, I can kill all players with less than three copies of qualifications.
With the idea and clues, now it depends on how to execute it. Yuki didn’t get stuck in a rut. Anyway, the game won’t let players easily catch the fish.
“The second step is to not reveal your identity, otherwise you will be attacked by everyone.”
Yuki checked his watch and saw that it had been about an hour, so he stood up and saw the crowd dispersing from the square.
Like bursting bubbles, thousands of people retreated back into a dozen alleys. Everyone seemed familiar with this ritual, and after reciting the scriptures, they went home and did what they had to do.
Yuki waited for a while before slowly climbing down the stairs, ready to test the three newcomers. However, as soon as his feet touched the ground, he was startled and turned around quickly.
The old man in a shirt with a kind face was standing not far behind him. He was also stunned and smiled gently.
“Sir, what a coincidence, we meet again.”
What a coincidence! In such a small town, how can you accurately locate me?
Although the reincarnation game has been full of coincidences since he joined, he never believed in luck, and the fingers hidden behind his back moved slightly.
This is definitely a fanatic. Should I take action against him? No, it is more likely that this is a temptation, a temptation that every player must face. I am not the only one who has been proselytized in the square.
Yuki suppressed his murderous intent, smiled and nodded: “It is indeed fate, it must be the gods guiding us.”
“Great, it seems you have already felt the grace of God.” The old man crossed his fingers and said impatiently, “How about I take you to the church right now? The ceremony has just ended. Maybe you can see the saint. It would be a great honor.”
“Well, let’s not go now.”
“Why?”
The old man was stunned. It only took a moment for his face to change from kind to terrifying. It was so fast that Yuki couldn’t help but complain that people could change their faces so quickly.
Fortunately, sophistry can’t faze him.
“God is supreme, right? We should be in awe of him, right?”
“certainly.”
“But some people don’t serve with their whole hearts, just because of the herd mentality.”
“Those people will understand one day.” The old man said disdainfully. He certainly knew that not everyone in the town was pious.
“So I can’t be that kind of person. I want to understand God, fear God, and then love God. If I don’t do it with all my heart, it would be an insult to Him. Sir, do you think I’m right?”
The old man blinked. His reason was irrefutable. This was not the KPI of a social animal to complete in attracting new members to join the group. As a fanatic, of course he had to do it to perfection.
“Then I’ll go with you to the church, and the priests will definitely explain everything clearly.” He was very stubborn and had no intention of letting Yuki go.
I’m afraid you have to explain it to me in the physical sense. This reason must be explained, but not now.
Yuki remained calm and shook his head slowly: “There are many priests?”
“not much.”
“That’s it. Every new believer needs them to preach the truth in person. Who will serve God then?”
“Well, that’s true. So what do you think we should do?”
The so-called talk therapy is to quietly take the initiative into your own hands.
“Let’s go to your house. As a devout believer.” Yuki spread his hands and smiled easily: “Just tell me these principles.”
……
The world is just a makeshift team, and the same goes for the reincarnation game. As long as you don’t make any mistakes, someone will be exposed first.
As the ‘Judge’, Yuki was very courageous. After being entangled, he did not panic at all. Instead, he took the opportunity to live in the home of a fanatic.
This is a two-story building right next to the road.
On the surface, the residents of the town are wealthy. Almost everyone has a small villa, and their families are complete, living a peaceful and happy life.
During the past ten years, Yuki had studied various religious books in his spare time, ranging from the three major religions to Cthulhu, so it was impossible for this old man to fool him with “talk therapy”.
As they were talking about the principles, the host turned the tables and it was Yuki who analyzed for him the source of God’s grace. This made the old man very excited, and he even took out a pen and paper, ready to show off to his old friends.
‘Religion is all about reason, and I have a pretty sharp tongue.’
Yuki spent the entire afternoon drooling and not daring to eat the snacks and drinks that were served. He finally tricked the old man into going to bed, and then he paced around the hut.
The living room is spacious, with a cloth sofa covered with wool cushions and an old transistor TV. There are no channels when it is turned on, so it is just for decoration.
The TV wall is covered with photos, including five people from three generations of a family, all with happy smiles. Looking back, a cute little girl is playing with building blocks, with her pretty mother next to her.
“If I hadn’t seen it with the devil’s eye, I would have been fooled.”
The more normal it is, the more abnormal it is. Yuki has never let down his guard. When he was analyzing the situation with the old man, he tried to get some information from him, but the latter knew nothing.
Believe in God, love God, and dedicate everything to Him. This is all he understands. As for what the scriptures are about, he still makes it mysterious. He just says that he will understand it when he believes in God in the future.
A code, a code known only to true believers.
Yuki kept collecting information. As he was thinking, he felt a pat on his shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was the beautiful woman who was about thirty years old.
“Mr. Li, the room is ready for you.” The young woman said softly.
“Ms. Catherine, I told you it wouldn’t be that troublesome.”
“You are my father’s guest. You must stay here tonight. My father will take you to church tomorrow.”
After walking around Yuki, I came into contact with several residents. Some of them were fanatical believers, some were light believers, and some did not believe at all. However, they were all very stubborn and I had to find a lot of excuses to refuse them.
“Okay, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Please rest for a few minutes. I’ll prepare dinner right away. You should eat it this time.”
“I’m not actually hungry…”
“You must eat!” The young woman emphasized her tone, making her expression look fierce.
Until Yuki nodded, she changed into her gentle and kind appearance again, bowed slightly, and went to the kitchen with her perky buttocks twisted.
‘Good intentions’ cannot be refused.
Yuki was speechless as he watched the young woman enter the kitchen, wash vegetables and cut meat.
The young woman’s back was still quite attractive, but Yuki frowned, not used to such enthusiasm.
It has been five or six hours since I entered the dungeon. There is not a single car passing on the road outside the window. There are at least two thousand people in the town. Where do they get their daily necessities from?
Yuki glanced at the playing girls, then turned his gaze back to the photos on the TV wall. The square-faced man in the photo was the old man’s son, and according to him, he was working outside.
Aren’t you just wandering around the streets? Where do you get your job?
There is definitely a problem. If this continues, there are only three options left:
First, I would knock this family out, but I would be punished, and these townspeople would always find me so accurately, it would never end.
Second, it is hard to resist enthusiasm, so eat first. Otherwise, there will be no excuse tomorrow. If you are dragged to the church, you will still be killed.
Third, if he runs away quietly now but the fundamental problem is not solved, he will still be harassed by other townspeople.
He was feeling a bit troubled when he heard the young woman in the kitchen calling him.
“Mr. Li, can you help me get the seasoning?”
Yuki moved his mouth slightly but said nothing. He was thinking about something and how could he be disturbed?
“Mr. Li, can you help me look after my daughter?”
Two minutes later, the young woman shouted again. This time, Yuki felt something was strange. Doesn’t this woman know how to read people’s faces? It was obvious that he didn’t want to help.
He glanced at the doll-like blonde girl next to him. He had never spoken to her because there was no need. The latter, like an autistic patient, kept fiddling with building blocks and was too lazy to even look at him.
[Tip 1: The town is filled with a fanatical atmosphere. Do not leave the town. Please pay attention to the enthusiasm of the residents.]
No way…
Yuki’s eyes twitched slightly, and this time he kept silent. Two minutes later, the young woman called him for the third time.
“Mr. Li, the meal is ready. Could you please wake my parents up?”
The old man and the old woman were taking a nap on the second floor. It was normal for them to help out when they were guests at someone’s home, but after asking him for help three times in a row, Yuki refused to respond like a dead person.
Normally, even a person with the best temper would become impatient. Yuki looked at the back and savored the thought.
Her tone remained gentle, with almost no fluctuations. Did she not care at all?
Her hospitality was met with silence. Is her temper really that good?
Yuki seemed to realize something. He stood on tiptoe and lay silently on the sofa. Even though the young woman in the kitchen called him several times, he pretended not to hear.
He suppressed his presence extremely, and after the fifth and sixth times, gradually, the young woman stopped asking him for help.
The room returned to silence, with only the sound of chopping vegetables coming from the kitchen.
After a while, the man of the house came back and the young woman had prepared dinner. She wiped her hands on her apron and returned to the living room, where she embraced her husband warmly.
“Dinner is ready, come down.”
Following the shouting, the little girl who looked autistic put away her toys, and the old man and woman who were taking a nap on the second floor also staggered down.
The man who had just returned home kissed his daughter and greeted his parents. The young woman prepared a delicious dinner and filled the round table in the living room.
Stewed meat, roasted ribs, some unknown black vegetables, and the middle-aged man also took out a bottle of good wine. Everyone sat around the table, laughing and whispering about what they had seen and heard today.
It was a happy scene, a peaceful daily routine, with the family reuniting after a busy day, and starting to pray before the meal after chatting and communicating.
Buzz buzz buzz.
It was still an unknown scripture, but after a few seconds, as if someone pressed the pause button, the prayer suddenly stopped.
Swoosh——
Five heads turned neatly towards the sofa, expressionless. They were related by blood, but now they looked more like puppets carved from the same mold.
No one spoke, and you could hear a pin drop in the house. Yuki, who had been sitting on the sofa like a statue, felt as if a thorn was in his back.
He deliberately didn’t respond just now, as if he had become a bystander of this family, and this family was even stranger.
For example, when the male owner comes back, he should always ask about the stranger, or when it’s time to eat, the young woman should always wake him up.
But they didn’t. They just sat down at the table and prepared to eat when they remembered that there was a guest at home.
‘Someone is reminding them of my existence?’
Yuki licked his lips and suddenly remembered that at the beginning of the game, this old man came to talk to him. At first, he was not sure of his identity, so he deliberately remained silent for a few seconds. As a result, his eyes turned away.
Could it be that because I kept silent at the beginning, he was no longer enthusiastic and simply ignored me?
Yuki’s original choice was not wrong. A kind old man suddenly stopped smiling. God knows what he was going to do.
“Hey, this gentleman is…” the man spoke, with a natural expression of confusion on his face.
But you should have had that look on your face when you walked in, not now.
Yuki didn’t look at them, nor did he answer. He just played the game of statue.
“This is Mr. Li, he has a deep understanding of the church.” The old man smiled and pulled open an empty chair next to him, waving his hand: “Come and eat, and explain it to my stupid son.”
“Dad, I have always believed in God.”
“Humph, you don’t believe me enough. You won’t even let the saint see Catherine.”
“Catherine is very busy taking care of the children and you guys. If she goes to see the saint, she will not be back for several days. And I heard some bad rumors…”
“Shut up! You can’t question God’s spokesman!”
Clang.
The sound of a dinner plate breaking was heard, and the old man’s veins bulged. He slammed the table, stood up, and strode upstairs accompanied by the girl’s crying.
The originally happy scene was broken in an instant. It was normal in an ordinary family, as there are always quarrels among family members. However, in this room, it seemed very strange.
It was like a topic in the forum gradually went off track. Originally, Yuki was invited to dinner, but it turned into a family feud.
The old lady chased upstairs, and the young woman comforted the man who was drinking, as if she had forgotten who started this topic. On the sofa a few meters away, a young man wearing a gas mask sat upright.
No matter how curious he was, how much he wanted to probe for information, or how much he wanted to mediate out of instinct, Yuki kept his mouth shut, neither answering nor participating.
Looking at the mess on the ground, the townspeople seemed to have forgotten their existence, and a sentence flashed through my mind:
Those involved are often confused, while those who are not involved can see things more clearly?

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