The facial muscles of Aunt Wang remained at a seemingly amiable degree, yet she did not move for half a day, and even her eyes had not blinked for a long time.
After looking at her for a long time, there was a kind of uncanny valley effect.
She expressed concern to the frightened long-haired woman, asking, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Did you not rest well yesterday?"
Seeing the long-haired woman shake her head frantically, Aunt Wang finally turned her head and scanned the entire crowd.
"Today is a great day of joy in our village. Those participating in the wedding celebration follow me, and remember to wear the red string."
Not all examinees received the task to attend the wedding banquet; some examinees received other tasks, which led to the examinees splitting into two paths, with one path following Aunt Wang.
Aunt Wang led the way at the very front, while Bo Shuo slowly followed at the tail end of the procession, using this time to begin observing the surrounding environment.
The entire village was constructed very strangely, winding around with turns and twists, and every now and then there were several dead ends.
If not for someone leading the way, it would be very easy to get lost here.
At the same time, the intermittent sobbing of a woman came from not far away.
Bo Shuo stepped forward two paces, his brow furrowing imperceptibly, and gazed straight toward the place where the sound originated.
He saw a woman with disheveled hair, her strands resembling withered grass, locked under a thick tree trunk, and behind her she was desperately shielding a little girl.
The girl was as thin as skin and bones, her rounded eye sockets brimming with tears, just like a frightened bird.
Clearly it was the bitter winter and snow was still falling from the sky, yet the two of them wore thin clothes, draped in only a layer of ragged cloth, shivering from the cold.
"Son of a bitch, even a worthless creature like you dares to eat the steamed bun I put in the stove? See if I don't kill you."
The big man nearby fiercely spat, and then ruthlessly grabbed the frail girl beside him, raining down slaps with a hand like a palm-leaf fan, kicking and beating her.
Most of the people present did not generate any emotions because of this; even if there was reluctance, they would not rashly step forward.
And for the examinees, this could already be considered commonplace.
The life of an NPC was unimportant; dead was dead. To rashly step forward to stop it—just in case some death trigger was activated—there would be nowhere to cry even if they wanted to.
Just as everyone grew indifferent and wanted to continue walking forward, Bo Shuo, who had been standing at the very tail end of the procession the whole time, suddenly made a move.
The silver-white blade cut through the frost and snow, landing on the foot the big man was preparing to step down with onto the girl's abdomen.
"Ahhhhhhh." The big man burst into a heart-rending scream, his only remaining foot losing its footing, and he tumbled into the snowdrift nearby.
Aunt Wang, who was walking at the very front, heard the commotion from this side, her inorganic eyes spinning around the surroundings, and then she slowly turned around and asked doubtfully, "What happened?"
Dead silence.
Meanwhile, after the scalpel was thrown, it spun back into the palm of Bo Shuo's hand, where it was properly put away amidst a flip.
The blood slowly permeated the fluffy and soft snowfield, and then was diluted into faint pink traces, looking completely unremarkable.
As for the big man who had fallen into the snowdrift, he failed to crawl out for a long time, and in the end, this scene ridiculously left behind only two shivering women.
A flash of doubt crossed Aunt Wang's eyes, seemingly puzzled as to who had made the scream just now, so she could only turn around once more and walk ahead, still urging, "Everyone follow closely, the mountain road is a bit winding."
This voice fell into the ears of the other examinees, making them involuntarily shiver, their gazes uncontrollably fixed on the young man walking at the very tail end of the procession.
This Big Shot hadn't avoided them at all when he made his move.
At the same time, another doubt quietly popped up in the bottom of their hearts.
Why did the Big Shot want to help this girl?
In their impression, this person was simply not such a kind-hearted person.
There must be some clue they had not discovered.
Carrying this thought, the gazes of the many examinees also began to focus on the little girl, from head to toe, from strands of hair to the torn trouser legs, not missing a single bit.
Finally, they discovered something different.
There was also a red string on the girl's wrist.
A red string identical to theirs.
007 hopped about in midair and asked with puzzlement, "Host, why did you make a move?"
Bo Shuo stepped on the soft snow, gazing at the girl he had rescued not far away, and remained silent for a moment.
"I don't know."
Actually, Bo Shuo's logical chain was very simple: under the premise of ensuring his own safety, if he found something disagreeable, he would just make a move.
"Mr. Bo, you observe so meticulously."
What? What clue?
Bo Shuo tilted his head in some bewilderment.
He saw the single hair tuft on the top of Sang Yu's head twitch slightly. She widened her eyes slightly, speaking in a tone where facial expressions were practically nonexistent, but in reality was brimming with emotion: "Such a minute detail, Mr. Bo, you were actually able to discover it instantly."
Not just Sang Yu; Bo Shuo scanned his surroundings, seeing looks of identical admiration.
Yet Mr. Bo himself had a bit of a short circuit in his brain.
Wait, exactly what clue had he discovered?
Soon, 007 gave him the answer, "Look at the red string on that little girl's wrist."
He had already gotten a little further away following Aunt Wang, but his enhanced vision was still able to clearly see that scarlet string on the little girl's wrist.
Bo Shuo fished his own out from his pocket, compared it, and found they were completely identical, without even a difference in shade.
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