Between life and death [unlimited]

I don't know how the other God's Blessed Knights are treated by other villagers. Anyway, the villagers' homes where Jiang Xun and Jiang Ke are temporarily staying here make them feel very good.

The tall but thin middle-aged man not only greeted them with a smile when he opened the door, but also from the moment the five of them entered the room, the father and son were also very considerate in hospitality, never letting these players do anything by themselves.

The chores including preparing hot water, dinner, and making the bed are all done by the middle-aged man and his eldest son—oh, by the way, the child named Mo Chi with a disabled left arm is this middle-aged man. The eldest son of a young man.

In fact, asking a disabled child to help them sort out these things made the players feel a little uncomfortable, so they tried to refuse and wanted to do it themselves.

But the middle-aged man told them not to be polite, because these "reporters" had already paid him a sum of money before, so now they have worked so hard to come here, and they just need to rest.

Because the village's terrain is remote and it is located among the mountains, there are actually not many places for people to live in, so the area of ​​each yard here is not too large.

The middle-aged man's home is a bungalow in the local traditional style.Except for the slightly narrow courtyard, the house is divided into two rooms—one for one and one for another, which happens to be one big and one small.

The middle-aged man arranged the players to sit in the main room as soon as they entered the door. However, they did not see the other children in the room that the middle-aged man said after entering the door.

But according to the middle-aged man himself, the two children went back to their natal family in a distant place with their mother, otherwise five "reporters" would not be able to live here.

However, these things were also narrated by the middle-aged man himself.His Mandarin is not very standard, he stumbles when he speaks, and the players have some difficulty listening, so his understanding is fragmented.

Because the players played the roles of newspaper reporters this time, when they woke up, some of them still had more professional equipment on their hands or on their bodies.

When Jiang Xun just woke up in the mission world, he found a boxy, pure black old-fashioned camera hanging around his neck.

He hasn't had much exposure to these things in the real world before, but sometimes tasks may involve things like taking pictures and photography, so he still knows a little bit about the use of digital cameras.

But like the "antique" camera that he hangs around his neck now, Jiang Xun didn't quite understand how to use it.

In addition to this camera, after careful inspection, Jiang Xun also found a bunch of "long guns and short cannons" from the somewhat transparent luggage bag he was carrying, which seemed to be black things called "lenses". almost something.

In order to avoid being seen by the NPCs, Jiang Lai has been quietly carrying the translucent wool bag in his hand, and has not tried to play with these things in front of others. In short, he behaved very naturally.

In fact, Jiang Xun was waiting for the night, when everyone was asleep, and in the dead of night, he would check to see if there was any useful information in this camera for this mission.

Jiang Lai was the last one to enter the door. After he entered the main house, the disabled boy named Mo Chi was like a conscientious little doorman. Lai picked up the translucent package in his hand.

Mo Chi stretched out his little hand, and grabbed the top of Jiang Xun's bag at once? , he tried to pull it, but it didn't move, so Mo Chi raised his head, and looked at Jiang Lai, who hadn't let go of his hand all this time.

Although the whole process above was silent, Jiang Xun was still able to read the doubts in Mo Chi's heart at the moment through Mo Chi's dark eyes that seemed to be shining with light.

"Thank you." So Jiang Lai politely said to the disabled child, "But no need."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Lai moved away Mo Chi's little hand, and sat on a chair behind Charles.

Mo Chi's father was outside preparing for tonight's "receiving the wind and cleaning up the dust" banquet for everyone.

Although the players refused to let their father and son prepare dinner in every possible way, the hospitable middle-aged man brought the child Mo Chi together and made a very "rich" meal for them.

This abundance is not the "good words to say" commonly used by modern people.It's its original meaning, that is, it's really a delicacy that can only be eaten during important banquets.

Anyway, after the dinner was brought to the table, when the players saw the chicken, duck and fish on the plates and bowls, they seriously suspected that this group of "reporters" must have stuffed a lot of money into Mo Chi and his son—because this place The remote mountain village does not seem to have full access to these resources.

Although the five players were silent, they let Jiang Ke sit first, and the rest slowly sat down.And Jiang Lai happened to be sitting in the middle between Shire and James.

Originally, Mo Chi and his son planned to simply solve their dinner problem in another side room, but under the instruction of Jiang Ke's eyes, Xia Er kindly invited the father and son to come over and have dinner with the players.

Mo Chi and his son shook their heads and refused at first, but with Charles' efforts, they didn't shirk in the end, and came obediently to sit at a table with Jiang Ke and the others for dinner.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit awkward for a while, probably because they were strangers to each other or because Mo Chi and his son were a little afraid of the aura emanating from Jiang Ke and the others, so no one spoke.

Charles looked at the boy named Mo Chi and just blinked his eyes, obediently looking in the direction of the players, but he didn't seem to be looking at them—in short, Mo Chi, a strange kid, didn't look like those who didn't. Sensible children will also take the initiative to reach out to pick up vegetables.

So Xia Er followed the direction that Mo Chi had been staring at, and looked behind him.But he only saw a package with a translucent color on the outside, which seemed to contain a lot of "golden expensive" lenses.

Although there is almost no sunlight now, Charles is still dazzled by the light reflected by the lens.He didn't know what's so good about these shots that it was worth Mo Chi's staring at them for so long.

Moreover, if Charles didn't make a mistake in his judgment, he felt that there was a trace of panic on Mo Chi's face.

But now the quest has just started, and the players don't know much about the stories behind these NPCs, so Charles still can't guess what Mo Chi is afraid of.

So Charles couldn't help but take this as an entry point, first took the lead and praised with a smile: "Mo Chi is so good!" He said to Mo Chi's father: "You teach well."

Hearing someone praise his son in this way, the middle-aged man bared his lips and showed a simple and honest smile on his face.

But he was too thin, and his shriveled face didn't have any muscle support, so when the middle-aged man smiled, it was like a layer of skin covered bones, and the players seemed to see skeletons smiling at them.

It has to be said that it has similarities with the White Bone Demon.

The middle-aged man glanced at his "well-behaved" eldest son, and replied to Charles with that dialect accent: "It's okay. Mo Chi has been very obedient since he was a child."

Unexpectedly, Mo Chi suddenly blinked his bright black eyes in the direction of Charles—this time he really looked at Charles, and did not look behind him—then, Mo Chi used a very small The voice, which sounded almost breathless, thanked Charles.

"Thank you."

This was also the first time Mo Chi spoke to the players. Although he only spoke two words, his Mandarin accent sounded much better than his father's standard.

"It turns out that Mo Chi can also speak Mandarin!" Xia Er couldn't help but took the opportunity to sigh: "It's also very good!"

Then Ciel recalled the memory of the character in his mind, and asked the middle-aged man: "By the way, your name is Hazar, right?"

"Yes." Mochi's father, Hazar, the lean middle-aged man, nodded.

As if to increase the topic of everyone, Hazar took the initiative to explain to the players: "Hazar, in our place, means auspicious and safe."

After hearing this, Charles asked with interest: "Hey, what about Mochi? What does it mean in your culture?"

Hazar looked at his child and smiled, but Mo Chi hadn't raised his head to look at his father beside him since he came to the table, so he didn't know that his father was looking at him.

Then, the players only heard Khazar say: "Mo Chi, it stands for 'meat pig'."

When Charles heard the name explained, he raised his eyebrows—the meaning of Mo Chi sounds so strange, why does it feel so wrong?

Seeing the different but somewhat strange expressions on the faces of the players, Hazar just smiled and continued: "Mo Chi was just born, and his health is very poor. With this name, it is easy to support him."

Only then did everyone nod their heads in understanding. There is indeed such a custom in the ancient East - if a child in a family is particularly sick or weak after birth, then the parents give him a "cheap" name, which is equivalent to Resist the disaster for this weak child.

I don't know how much little Mochi can understand the conversation just now, as if the object of everyone's discussion is not him, little Mochi has never moved from the beginning to the end, nor has he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up food.

Anyway, the players saw that the child Mo Chi was just silent, sitting motionless on the chair, so well-behaved and sensible that it would inevitably make people feel a little strange.

Charles, who was always talkative, said to Mo Chi again: "Mo Chi, you eat vegetables, why don't you add vegetables to eat?"

As he said that, Charles stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a lot of food for Mo Chi—although Charles is of Western descent, he had done business in country C before his death, so he would use this traditional oriental food tableware.

Mo Chi watched helplessly as the food in his bowl slowly became "higher".

Then he raised his head and silently looked at his father, as if he was asking for Khazar's opinion - in the player's understanding, Mochi should listen to his father very much.

Noticing how Mo Chi was asking about himself, Hazar smiled at Charles again, as if to thank him.

When Khazar grinned, though, his teeth looked dirty, covered not only with an unsightly yellow stain, but also with spots that looked oxidized and blackened.

Then, instead of continuing to speak his awkward Mandarin, Khazar babbled to his son in the local dialect.

Then, everyone saw that Mo Chi nodded after hearing it, and still uttered a few weird syllables in a very low voice—it seemed that he should be answering Khazar.

Because it is in the mission world, according to the rules of the system to perform missions, it does not actively provide translation for players like in the living space (but foreign players entering the mission system will disguise the player's appearance and language, refer to Jiang Shui's implementation During the "son of the river", the system turned him into a native of country M, and his accent became a pure southern accent of country M).

So now, several players can't understand the conversation between the father and son at all.For them, it's like an alien language.

However, experienced players can still vaguely see that when the two were talking, Mo Chi seemed to have a look of panic on his face-a child who was only six or seven years old, even though he was usually quiet or silent, he was still young. Surely he still can't learn to hide the real emotion on his face.

Soon, after the conversation between the father and son ended, Hazar seemed to see the doubts in the players' eyes.

So, he thoughtfully explained to the players in Mandarin: "I told him just now, 'Eat, Mo Chi. You are a man, don't be shy'."

Hazar smiled cheerfully: "Haha, this kid is very shy."

Sure enough, the second after Hazard finished speaking, Mo Chi started to use his only good right hand to pick up the chopsticks, and then buried himself in the "hill" of food that Charles had piled up for him, and ate it earnestly. stand up.

However, another feeling came to the hearts of the players—what Hazar said to Mo Chi just now should not only include the things he explained to them.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Tingjian 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!