"So... this must be their mom's bedroom." After watching the CG, Feng Bujue speculated, "That kind of dialogue sounds like a deathbed confession. And Arthur's reaction shows he was pretty much corrupted in his youth..." He pondered, "But... why? Is it because he was adopted, so he was jealous of his brother? Or is it because the so-called Xing Clan are inherently evil? Or... did something happen that changed his personality?"

With these questions in mind, Feng Bujue began to rummage through the room. There were many places to search, and it took him a long time to check everything. The drawers of the bedside table were empty. He checked every angle and found no inscriptions. The two wardrobes were not only empty, but also emitted a strong musty odor when opened, even through his mask. Nevertheless, Feng Bujue climbed to the top, squeezed behind the cabinets, and looked at everything inside and out, from front to back and left to right.

Ten minutes later, he had searched even under the bed and finally confirmed... that the room contained nothing but a triggerable CG.

Feng Bujue could clearly be classified as the type of gamer with an obsessive-compulsive need to explore everything. The symptoms of this affliction are: a persistent desire to explore every map, find every item, investigate every corner, talk to every NPC, find every hidden element, complete every achievement, and preferably discover a few bugs to talk about after completing the game.

He remembered that when he used to play *The Elder Scrolls*, or rather, when he was researching for his writing, he often suffered from this problem. Now, in this single-player script, he didn't have to consider his teammates' feelings, and there was no time limit, so naturally, it flared up again...

After finishing the first bedroom, he headed for the next one.

The exploration process of the next room was similar to the first, starting with the iron bar to test the way, followed by entry. This second room was also a bedroom, with different furnishings from the previous one, but the environment was vastly different. The room was dusty, with nothing but a bed and a wardrobe. However, Feng Bujue was able to deduce the presence of several pieces of furniture that had once been in the room by observing the marks on the floor, including a desk and a piano.

"With wooden floors, as long as a piece of furniture is placed in the same spot for a year, the marks will never disappear..." he said, touching the floor with his hand. "These marks... are left by furniture that has been in place for at least ten years. The color of the floor where it was pressed is noticeably different from the surrounding area." Feng Bujue squatted on the ground and looked at it for five minutes. "But judging from the amount of dust accumulation, these things have been moved away for some time, probably chopped into firewood and burned long ago..."

As mentioned earlier, the emptier the room, the easier it is to search. Feng Bujue lifted the dirty bedspread and glanced underneath, finding nothing, then turned and opened the large wardrobe against the wall.

"Hmph... good taste." He smiled as he looked at the clothes hanging in the wardrobe.

In front of him, the wardrobe contained only two types of clothing: white shirts and suspender pants. The shirts were all hanging on hangers, and the pants were even simpler, hung directly from the crossbar in the wardrobe by their suspenders.

Each of these garments was very dirty, covered in various stains, mainly bloodstains, which even for a relatively sloppy person like Feng Bujue, had exceeded the limit of what he could tolerate. "What's the mentality of hanging unwashed dirty clothes in the closet? Every time you open it, take off the damp, sticky clothes and hang them up, then take out the least disgusting one from the closet and put it on?" he wondered to himself. "Did these two brothers fall into a state where no one would wash their clothes after their mother died? If that's the setting of this script, then it's really scary..."

As Feng Bujue was musing, he squatted down, his hands hovering over the drawers in the lower half of the wardrobe. "If these drawers are filled with unwashed underwear and hiding one of the yellow-and-white keys, how should I retort..."

With the sound of wood rubbing, Feng Bujue pulled open the drawer. Fortunately, it was empty.

"Phew... I feel a bit relieved for some reason." He breathed a sigh of relief, closed the drawer, and took a shirt and a pair of pants from the closet. He estimated the size and thought, "That shorty in the opening scene... is probably around 1.6 meters tall, these clothes are clearly too big for him. So... this bedroom must be Andrew's?"

Feng Bujue casually tossed the clothes on the bed and, starting from one corner of the room, began another carpet search. Because he hadn't found any plot items or triggered any flashbacks in this room yet, he searched even more carefully than before, observing and tapping almost every inch. Finally, when he came to the position below the windowsill, after pausing for a few seconds, another CG image was triggered.

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Golden sunlight streamed into the room from the window. Under the windowsill was a desk, and a boy of about ten years old was sitting at the desk, manipulating a small piece of wood with a carving knife in his hand.

The boy's hair reflected a golden glow in the sunlight. His eyes were focused on the wood in his hand, and his movements were cautious, as if he was making a very precise and difficult craft.

On the other side of the room, a brown-haired boy was sitting at the piano, playing a simple melody with a comfortable expression. His technique was a little rusty, so the melody he played was intermittent, but he didn't care, because the only listener in the room was his brother.

This rather warm scene lasted for more than ten seconds, before Andrew suddenly threw the piece of wood and the carving knife on the table, and sighed dejectedly, "Ah~ another failure."

"Then just do it again," Arthur said, turning his head back from the piano keys.

"Ah... I can't, I can't... this is already the fifth one, and this handicraft assignment is due tomorrow, there's definitely no time to redo it now." Andrew said at this point, turning his head and grinning, "If it were my brother... he could do this kind of thing in a snap! After all, you're a genius!"

"Yeah," Arthur replied blandly.

"Uh..." Andrew narrowed his eyes and said, "He actually admitted it just like that..."

"You've already praised me as a genius, what's the point of me being modest?" Arthur got off the piano stool and walked to Andrew in a few steps. "Alright, alright, just leave it to me, I can't do anything with you."

"Haha, thanks, brother!" Andrew smiled brilliantly.

Arthur immediately picked up his brother's half-finished handicraft assignment and looked at it for a few seconds, with a hint of disdain in his eyes. For him, to make this kind of thing, not to mention five times, it was impossible to fail even once.

It was a pity that Arthur didn't have the opportunity to do these things. Once the identity of a Xing Clan member was discovered, not only him, but also the person who took him in could be sentenced to death. Therefore, his mother did not allow him to go to school like other children. In fact, apart from his brother, Arthur didn't even have a single friend. His life was limited to the farm. Apart from occasionally saying a few words to the nearby farmers, the only people he could come into contact with were his mother and Andrew.

"Um... in that case... like this... and like this..." Arthur observed for a while and already had an idea. He casually took a pen and began to draw a Liancheng (alchemy) array on a piece of paper.

He finished drawing a simple Liancheng array in just one minute, and then placed the piece of broken wood in his hand on the array.

Arthur placed his hands on both sides of the paper, muttering a series of words, as if he was clarifying his thoughts. A few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the piece of wood on the Liancheng array also turned into a luminous body at this moment, its form changing drastically.

When the light dissipated, the piece of wood had been transformed into a small wooden comb.

"Oh! Amazing!" Andrew exclaimed.

"Shhh... don't let Mom hear, she doesn't like me using alchemy." Arthur held his index finger to his mouth, signaling his brother to be quiet.

Andrew picked up the comb with shining eyes and observed it in his hand: "Brother, you're really amazing! Our teacher said that anyone who can complete actual alchemy work before the age of twelve is an absolute genius! They will definitely be able to enter the Royal Arcanist Corps in the future!"

"Is that so..." Arthur didn't react much to these words, because in his opinion, the Liancheng just now was completely trivial. He could already do more complex Liancheng a long time ago. As for the Royal Arcanist Corps... how could a Xing Clan member have the opportunity to study there.

Looking at his excited brother, Arthur seemed very calm, he reminded him: "Andrew, don't mention brother's affairs outside, you should understand this, right..."

Andrew nodded, "I know, Mom has said it many times." As he answered, he picked up the carving knife again and began to carve something on the comb.

"Hey... I've already done it for you, what are you doing again? If you break it, you won't be able to hand in your assignment." Although Arthur said this, he did not try to stop his brother.

Andrew quickly carved what he wanted to carve, brought the comb to his brother's eyes, and smiled: "I won't hand it in, this is the first thing my brother has Liancheng for me, I want to keep it safe."

Looking at the letters A.A. on the comb, Arthur shrugged indifferently and touched his brother's head: "My silly brother..."

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After watching the image, Feng Bujue couldn't help but complain: "Are you Sasuke's brother?"

From the perspective of watching the CG, it was naturally impossible to know the psychological activities of Arthur and Andrew. Feng Bujue could only roughly guess by observing their expressions and words.

"Okay... it seems that the images in each room are not played in chronological order. But... when these two kids were ten years old, their relationship seemed to be pretty good..." Feng Bujue thought, "Although we can't rule out the factor of personality changes during growth, I always feel that... the most critical opportunity to evolve into the current situation is still the so-called 'Xing Clan' bloodline."