Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"I have some problems here too." Lu Zhi held his "confession" with a serious expression.

"Why would a worker who endured humiliation every day for his livelihood and his family suddenly choose to kill and rob? Moreover... he deliberately mentioned his fellow villagers in his confession, and he seemed to feel guilty. I suspect that it is very likely that those fellow villagers robbed and killed because the foreman owed them wages, and he thought that he was the one who brought them to the city to work and needed to be responsible for them, so he chose to take the responsibility alone."

"Now that you mention it... I think there's something wrong with mine too." Qiu Yiran calmed down and gradually regained his ability to think. "My 'confession' says that the original owner cheated people out of the betrothal gift and ran away, but she didn't take the money."

"It is very likely that the parents arranged a marriage for their daughter and married her to a man who could afford the bride price, but the daughter was unwilling and eloped with her lover... She ended up meeting the wrong man and was forced to go home." Wang Er joined in the speculation with a somewhat cold look in his eyes.

"Two men fought over the ownership of the woman. In the end, the woman's 'husband' accidentally killed the man with the same head. He threatened the woman to take the blame for him and return all the betrothal gifts."

After knowing that they were "innocent", the players looked at their "confessions" from a different perspective. As a result, they found that the contents of these letters were full of loopholes and could not withstand careful scrutiny. Now the players are convinced that their identities as copycats are all people who were sentenced to heavy sentences but were wrongly accused.

"I don't understand." Hou Kecen frowned and asked in confusion: "The system clearly told us that there is a 'sinner' among our group of people. Now it seems that everyone has been wronged. Where is the 'guilty person'?"

Zhang Chunliang raised his head and glanced at the dazzling sun, his eyes revealing a hint of thought.

At this time, the players were being exposed to the sun, and their bodies soon became unable to bear it. Everyone looked a little uncomfortable.

"Let's stop here for today." He decisively interrupted the topic, "Before the next mission is issued, please consider my request carefully."

The players looked at each other with deep meaning in their eyes. Zhang Chunliang had initially demonstrated his value, and he already had two pieces of the main storyline in his hands. The amount of information he had obtained was definitely beyond their reach, but whether or not to cooperate was something they still needed to consider carefully.

"I promise you." The first person to speak was Wang Er, who was also the recipient of the fragments of the third side quest.

She handed the still-warm razor blade to Zhang Chunliang swiftly, then smiled at him and said, "Don't let me down."

Zhang Chunliang took the fragment and breathed a sigh of relief - this was also the reason why he chose to expose himself suddenly. The third fragment was not in his hand, and he would be passive without the key information. He could only turn passivity into initiative, and while all the players were still not able to come to their senses, he would present everything to the public, demonstrate his own value, take control of the situation and become a temporary "team leader".

Wang Er's reaction was also within his expectations. First, she didn't have the first two pieces of the fragments, so her information was incomplete, so she had no choice but to trade with him. Second, she was the only one who had obtained the fragments openly, which was enough to make her the target of public criticism. She didn't know when she might be stabbed in the back, so she needed to get herself out of danger. At this moment, handing the fragments to Zhang Chunliang would not only get rid of a hot potato, but also gain Zhang Chunliang's favor. She would not miss this opportunity.

"Yeah, the guys are here!"

I don't know when Yingzi walked up to the players. She was dressed up beautifully, wearing a sky blue thick cloth skirt, and her shiny braids were tied into a bun on top of her head. I don't know where she picked some flowers from and carefully decorated her braids.

"He is indeed a big shot from the city." She said happily, "The photo is really beautiful! When it is developed, I will take it home and paste it in my diary."

Zhang Chunliang was moved. He seemed to not know where Yingzi lived. From her conversations with others, she seemed to be from this village.

"Comrades, you can pick up your photos tomorrow. Have you decided where to put them?" she asked with a smile.

The process of this mission was so horrifying that they forgot that they had left a photo with the ghost photographer. Their expressions were very ugly at the moment - they had to go back again?! It was really terrible!

"We don't know much about the village's rules, but since we're here, we should follow the local customs." Zhang Chunliang looked at her and smiled friendly, "Comrade Yingzi, where do the villagers usually put their photos?"

Yingzi was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and then answered uncertainly: "It seems that they should all be hung in their own halls? Everyone can see them when they come to visit."

She didn't know much about the customs of Xiaohegou, as she was also an "outsider".

Zhang Chunliang replied calmly: "We'll think about it carefully after we get the photos."

……

"What do you want to eat for lunch today?"

After completing the mission, Zhang Chunliang did not return to his own house, but came to Xu Er's house.

He tied his apron skillfully and asked behind him.

"Dumplings?" Xu Er's arm was almost healed. He rolled up his sleeves, scooped a ladle of flour from the flour jar, and turned his head to look at Zhang Chunliang.

Only after seeing him nod did she pour the flour into the basin.

Zhang Chunliang assigned the tasks neatly: "Then you knead the dough and roll out the dough, and I'll make the filling."

Xu Er's family never lacks meat, and it is all fresh and good meat of the day. Zhang Chunliang did not ask him where the meat came from. After all, he is the village tyrant and he always has some income of his own.

The time when there were no missions was very peaceful. Zhang Chunliang came to Xu Er's house every day to help him prepare three meals a day.

However, after only two days, Xu Er could no longer hold back and sneaked into the kitchen to do it himself.

"The food I cooked is not delicious? Then I won't come here again in the future?" Zhang Chunliang asked maliciously.

As expected, Xu Er reacted strongly. He turned his head suddenly and stared at Zhang Chunliang for a few seconds, as if to confirm whether he was joking or speaking the truth. However, Zhang Chunliang managed his expression very well and he could not tell any information.

So he could only explain anxiously: "It's delicious, Xiaoliang, you cooked it very well."

Zhang Chunliang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then why did you run into the kitchen by yourself before your wounds were fully healed?"

Xu Er was cutting vegetables at the time. He held a carrot and paused for two seconds, then turned around and cut off all the vegetables. Then he whispered, "I'm different from your friend. I'd rather cook for you."

Zhang Chunliang then laughed softly, leaving Xu Er completely confused.

However, seeing that he had no intention of continuing to discuss this topic, Xu Er breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Chunliang thought of the Third Young Master again - he was certain that Xu Er was the soul fragment of this world. Although the two had some differences in their identities and personalities, there were always some instinctive similarities in their souls.

Specifically, both of them like to cook for him.

At the same time, he also figured out one thing: Li Zhuang was probably really wronged. Xu Er might have just been provoked by the "friend" he mentioned that day, so he wanted to find an opportunity to let Zhang Chunliang cook for him. Unfortunately, Li Zhuang's voodoo doll appeared at the right time.

It had been three or four days since Xu Er was "attacked". Zhang Chunliang squinted his eyes and counted the days. When Xu Er was kneading dough, he carefully observed his arm to confirm that he had really recovered. Then he pretended to say casually: "Do you have time today? I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Of course Xu Er agreed with great pleasure.

So, when the two of them finished their meat buns and went to the lounge chairs under the flower and vine trellis in the yard to digest the food and chat, Zhang Chunliang slowly took out a dirty thing from his small cloth bag.

Xu Er, who was originally squinting his eyes comfortably, saw the object clearly. He then slowly sat up, his expression blank for a moment.

Zhang Chunliang held up the tattered head of the voodoo doll and looked at him with a half-smile in his eyes.

"My friend's doll was bitten by a big dog. Can you help fix it?"

"Of course, I love sewing the most." Xu Er nodded very calmly, but he had obviously started talking nonsense.

The big dog, who was playing with the flower, tilted his head slowly: "?"

The witch doll head held in Zhang Chunliang's hand: "Hmm."