For Future Emails, My Golden Finger Is Myself

"It's not that simple. Maybe we need to find some clues to solve this scene." Yi Yan said.

But we can't let this group of people mess up things.

In this first level, the future email gave three clues, so I had the upper hand.

Weng Tong touched his beard, nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Haha... Brother Yi Yan is right, you just treat it like a script to kill."

The mortality rate is over 50%, uncle!

╭∩╮（￣▽￣）What a killer script! Everyone looked at each other.

Yuan Weida added: "According to official high-level research, this kind of place should be between reality and reality, not as simple as a fantasy."

At this moment, an old man from the village ran out in a hurry, came up to him and said:

"Masters, you are sent by the imperial court to rescue us, please hurry up!"

The old man ignored the clothing worn by everyone that was completely different from their era.

Isn’t the clue coming now? Weng Tong nodded lightly and led everyone into the village.

The old man is the village chief, and a group of more than 40 people came to the village chief's house.

"Have the officials eaten?"

"Are you thirsty?"

"Eat fruit?"

…

The village chief was extremely enthusiastic, but was rejected by everyone.

Are you kidding me? If you eat here, you will die.

Yi Yan knew that the village chief was not in danger, so he silently picked up an orange:

"Thank you, village chief!"

Everyone: = =! It’s true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

"What happened in the village?" Weng Tong asked.

"Alas..." The village chief sighed and said:

"Since seven days ago, people in the village have died inexplicably every night."

Yi Yan ate an orange, and the energy in his meridians began to circulate involuntarily.

After a while, the energy in the body increased a little.

[The core of the dimension is indeed a good thing. 】Yi Yan thought of this.

[Of course, there are many things that are dangerous and fatal. 】

Now that he knew it was a good thing, Yi Yan didn't say much and continued to peel the second orange.

Mr. Weng glanced at Yi Yan and continued to ask, "Why did he die? Tell me carefully."

The village chief thought for a while and said sadly:

"Everyone was burned to a crisp in their bed at night.

There was no movement.

The burned body was discovered the next day, but the bedding and other items were not damaged at all..."

It was so weird. People were burned to death but there was no movement, and nothing around them was affected.

"Fortunately, with the mental level, the death rate won't be too high."

Yuan Chenghong said softly that since he had official information, he would naturally know more.

Everyone also breathed a sigh of relief.

Yi Yan was concentrating on eating oranges.

[Well, this orange tastes good, sweet enough. 】

After eating more than 20 oranges, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

Yi Yan felt that his energy had reached a bottleneck and was about to break through.

At this time, Weng Tong also realized something was wrong and hurriedly reached out his hand into the bamboo basket on the table.

Um? empty.

Yi Yan smiled honestly and handed over the last orange.

[This old man looks impressive at first glance. He is definitely not an ordinary person. Let’s build up a good impression of him first. 】

Weng Tong responded with a kind smile and ate it quietly.

“Every night, there are strange roars coming from the mountains,” the village chief continued.

Weng Tong asked: "What do these deceased people have in common?"

Seeing the village chief's confused look, Weng Tong said:

"Village chief, take us to the deceased's home and let us know about the deceased's condition."

At this time, Director of the Public Security Bureau Yang Zhaoran intervened and asked: "By the way! Where is the body? It won't be buried, right?"

According to modern administrative methods, the first thing Yang Zhaoran thought of was an autopsy.

It is important to determine the cause of death.

The village chief said: "Of course I didn't bury it. After I went to the government to report the case a few days ago, I kept the body in Yizhuang."

Yang Zhaoran said immediately: "I'm going to see the body."

Yuan Chenghong said: "Then I will go to the village to understand the situation."

"Well, okay. Let's split up." Weng Tong nodded.

This is exactly what Yi Yan meant, he was preparing to act alone.

The village chief called his son to take Yang Zhaoran and other people from the Public Security Bureau to Yizhuang for an autopsy, while he took Weng Tong to the homes of the deceased.

The others went to the village to inquire about the situation.

Not long after Yi Yan left the village chief's house, he found a few children playing in the village. He handed over a few tangerine peel candies and asked:

"Did you know that there used to be a blacksmith named Nie in the village?"

Several children received the candies and chirped:

"Grandpa Nie, his left arm is broken and he hasn't been able to forge for many years."

"Go forward, turn left at the end, and the grassy doorway is his house."

"Grandpa Nie is very fierce, brother, you have to be careful."

Yi Yan touched the heads of several children, left a handful of candies and left.

In the future mail, in the clearance map about Lingyun Cave, only three clues are given in the first level.

My future self stayed in the basement of the community for three days and obviously missed this action.

Each domain core can only be broken through once. After coming to Lingyun Cave, I only experienced Lingyun Cave full of dimensional beasts.

That’s why I missed out on the Kirin Blood and no secrets to clear the level.

These clues were investigated by his future self.

He wrote this sentence in the description of the clearance map: "The clearance strategy of the Dimension Core is highly confidential. 】

With his future position, he could only get limited clues.

The three clues in the first level are:

[One, the village chief is on their side and can be trusted. 】

This is why Yi Yan feels free to eat the village chief's oranges.

[Second, Lao Nie, the former blacksmith in the village, broke his left arm. This news is very important, just remember it. 】

The children had just talked about the broken left arm, but Yi Yan didn't know why it was important.

[3. Lao Nie is not a murderer, so don’t embarrass Lao Nie.

Remember! Otherwise you will die!

This is where the mortality rate is highest in the first level. 】

Finally, there is a warning: "Do not disclose these clues, otherwise it will attract the attention of some terrifying existences deep in the dimension..."

Three clues, two of which are related to Lao Nie.

If you want to say that this matter has nothing to do with Lao Nie, Yi Yan won't believe it to death.

Yi Yan quickly arrived at the gate of Lao Nie's yard. There seemed to be few people walking around the gate covered with weeds.

Benedict! Benedict! Benedict!

Yi Yan knocked on the door of Lao Nie's house.

"Uncle Nie, are you at home?" Yi Yan shouted loudly.

Creak...

The door to the courtyard was opened a crack, and an old man with a slovenly appearance and bulging eyes poked his head out.

Yi Yan was so frightened that he almost took a step back, but luckily he held it back.

Otherwise, it would be rude to be intimidated by someone the first time you meet them.

After staring at Yi Yan for a long time, Lao Nie asked, "What...do you do?"

He knew everyone in the village and was sure he had never met Yi Yan.

"I am from the government. The village chief came to us. I want to know about some strange things that have happened in the village recently."

Yi Yan just pulled the tiger's skin, he should be able to use his official status.

Old Nie looked Yi Yan up and down, then opened the door and made way for him: "Come in."

Yi Yan took courage and walked into Lao Nie's house.

As soon as he walked into the courtyard, Yi Yan's eyelids jumped in shock.

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This...the whole yard is all...all...