Forces Of Temptation

Ch19 - Xiao Ming's Daily Life

There was no joy on Nan Zhou’s face when he heard this announcement. Players who weren’t on the same team could hear the reward announcements. This time it was an instance that required them to share clues. What if they encountered an instance with a multi-team confrontation in the future? Wasn’t this directly exposing their achievements and trump cards?

Nan Zhou felt that this wasn’t a good thing. 

He washed his hands and came out of the bathroom only to meet Jiang Fang’s eyes. Jiang Fang looked past his shoulders and saw Chen Sufeng who had hurriedly wrapped a bath towel around himself. Jiang Fang’s eyes darkened slightly but it was only for a moment.

The current five clues had pieced together a creepy possibility. In this seemingly peaceful, quiet, warm and beautiful family of three, in Xiao Ming’s seemingly boring daily life, there was a woman who died unexpectedly. It might be his mother or perhaps it was his sister. It could also be a distant relative who had lived here for a long time.

Her fingerprints were left on the bottom of the ashtray. Her shoe prints were left deep in the shoe cabinet. Her hair remained in the sewer. Her fat remained in the pressure cooker. In addition, all of her was taken away by 11 tons of water.

…It was shortly after Xiao Ming’s daily vacation began. 

The NPC on the phone told them that the household used 12 tons of water last month. Today was July 3rd and the household’s water consumption had already reached 11 tons. 11 tons of water was enough to wash away everything that had happened in this house. The game’s main task had taken a big step forward on the first day.

Then what was next? Even if they discovered that a woman had died here, how could they find the way out?

Everyone was speechless but the two men with the biggest merits seemed indifferent. Jiang Fang went back to the kitchen and continued to cook. Nan Zhou was in the living room teaching Li Yinhang how to do handicrafts.

Xiao Ming’s handicraft was propositional and was called ‘My Family.’ Previously when they didn’t know anything, everyone could still handle this homework. But now…

Who the hell knew what the configuration of Xiao Ming’s family was.

Nan Zhou didn’t care about these unnecessary worries. He said, “Build a house first.”

Then he took out several boxes of matches from the drawer of the TV cabinet. Judging from the ashtray and the half-empty cigarette box under the coffee table, there was someone in this house with a habit of smoking. Matches had long stopped being the mainstream lighting method but it couldn’t be ruled out that some people liked the feeling of the match head rubbing against the sandpaper.

Nan Zhou took out tweezers found in the household tools box and picked up a match. He started from the base and crisscrossed to build it. Under Nan Zhou’s hands, the matchsticks became a beam rafter and the match head a mortise and tenon joint. Layers of construction were completed and a strong and small cube made of matches was born in his hands like magic. 

Nan Zhou embedded several matches facing upwards, arranged them in ladders and set up a small roof. The crimson match head and the white matchstick gradually formed a ‘home’ in his hand. He fiddled with the matches and said, “I have also assigned my students homework on the theme of ‘home’.”