Identity Test

Hearing the word "welcome," Richard raised an eyebrow slightly. Unlike Bobobo Wei Qi, he did not make any exaggerated show of vigilance. With a calm expression, he stepped through the door.

Inside was a typical Gravekeeper's cottage, sparsely furnished: a wooden bed, a cabinet, a wooden table, several wooden chairs, a stove, a copper kettle, a water barrel, and a chest for miscellaneous items.

The copper kettle was heating on the stove and seemed to have boiled. Large clouds of white steam puffed out with a "puff puff puff," the lid clattering "clack clack clack" as it was pushed upward, while the spout let out a sharp "whoosh whoosh whoosh" whistle.

A Black-Faced Old Man walked to the stove, lifted the copper kettle, then carried it to the wooden table and poured the water into a chipped gray ceramic bowl.

Then he took a heavy loaf of black bread from the cabinet. Holding a somewhat rusty dinner knife in his right hand, he worked it back and forth with a "creak creak," as though sawing wood, and laboriously cut off a slice nearly half a centimeter thick.

He forcefully broke the cut bread into small pieces and dropped one of them into the bowl of boiling water. Visible to the naked eye, the piece of black bread gradually softened upon contact with the water. After waiting for a while, it changed from hard to tender.

The Black-Faced Old Man sat down in a chair, speared a piece of bread with a fork missing one tine, blew on it, then put it into his mouth. He chewed hard a few times and swallowed, a satisfied expression appearing on his face.

Afterward, the Black-Faced Old Man soaked more pieces of bread in the boiling water. While waiting for them to soften, he