Author: Kitten wants to become a fairy

It’s not surprising that additional questions have appeared again.

But what does this last line of garbled code mean?

Chen Jing stared at the light screen in confusion, and his mind quickly flashed back to the scenes where he had seen garbled characters several times before.

This is not the first time this kind of garbled information has appeared.

The first time he appeared was when he first came to this other world, after the light screen displayed two big questions...

The second time it occurs is when reading the exam rules.

Rearrange the garbled text messages.

You can probably get three pieces of information.

Don't kill the examiner.

Don't take their word for it.

Be careful with them.

But after contacting other information given by the examiner on the light screen, Chen Jing found that these three tips were contrary to it.

I want to submit an answer for this civilization that will satisfy "them".

There are only two ways to go.

Either destroy the core of the other world or kill the examiner.

This is contrary to the first tip "Don't kill the examiner".

Tip 2 and Tip 3…

Don't take their word for it.

Be careful with them.

This is contrary to the information given by the examiner.

It seems that they are benevolent in the eyes of the examiner, and it is precisely because of their existence that there is such a fair civilized test, but...

The reminder is not to believe them.

"I couldn't tell the authenticity of those reminder messages before...but maybe I can try this time..."

Chen Jing thought to himself and carefully compared the receipts.

After Mr. Chen made a feat of collecting property fees for fifty years, there are currently only three households left in this high-rise residential building besides the Chen family.

They are one apartment on the 30th floor.

A unit on the 29th floor.

There is also an underground garage on the third negative floor.

"Although the garbled information is a bit confusing... but it can probably be matched with these receipts..." Chen Jing murmured.

What does the neighbor like...?

30,000 fruits fruits fruits…

Could it be that the family on the 30th floor likes fruits?

If you look at it this way.

That household on the 29th floor probably likes delicious food...

And the guy in the underground garage...

Like eyeballs?

"This is asking me to give gifts to my future friends..."

Chen Jing remembered that the additional question asked him to make friends, and thought that these tips might be really useful to him, but based on his feelings... he felt that it was not that simple.

Because he always remembers it.

This is an exam that can determine the survival or extinction of civilization.

If only everything were that simple...

Then this is not an exam.

"My dear grandson, come over for dinner."

"coming!"

Hearing Chen Bofu's call, Chen Jing collected his thoughts and walked to the restaurant.

The old man was still busy in the kitchen. Two dishes were already placed on the dining table, and there was a smell of stir-fried meat in the air.

It’s different from Chen Jing’s imagination.

The two dishes on the table are not outrageous.

At least it's not some weird food like viscera and water.

It's just two cold dishes, one meat and one vegetarian.

One plate of cucumbers and one plate of shredded chicken.

The shredded chicken is definitely chicken.

Judging from the chicken head on the plate, this is the most common variety in the real world.

"Grandpa, let me help you carry it!"

"Just go and sit down, you'll be fine in no time!"

"Then I'll get the bowls and chopsticks!"

Chen Jing placed the dishes and chopsticks, then turned back to look at the TV that was on in the living room.

The midday news is on TV.

The host of the show is a weird male with compound eyes similar to those of a fly.

The huge compound eyes extend from the forehead to the middle of the body, replacing the nasal cavity. The bright red surface has hundreds of grids connected into pieces, like a honeycomb. The sight of it makes Chen Jing almost suffer from trypophobia.

I have to say that the news anchors in this world are quite normal. Apart from looking like a fly, they have almost no other shortcomings.

When he opens his mouth, he has a pure broadcasting tone, without any crazy energy.

“Dear viewers, the monthly ‘Moon Sacrifice Period’ is coming again. I hope you will not forget to protect your own safety during your leisurely vacation...”

“Always remember to reinforce doors and windows…”

"Don't go out unless necessary..."

"Viewers who are qualified can light the 'Moonlight Incense' produced by [Moonlight Hermitage] at home to avoid those out-of-control Old Descendants..."

While Chen Jing was watching the news broadcast attentively.

Just listen to a clang.

Chen Bofu, who was wearing an apron, slammed the plate full of vegetables on the dining table.

"Those bitches know how to lie!"

Chen Bofu sneered, seeming to have a lot of prejudice against the "Moonlight Hermitage" mentioned by the host.

"Thankfully they can still sell the 'Moonlight Incense' at such an expensive price. That thing can only deceive the old descendants who have not yet started..."

Old descendants.

There's this word again.

Chen Jing took the rice cooker liner from Chen Bofu and helped him fill a bowl of steaming rice while thinking about it in his mind.

Although judging from the information revealed by the old man before, it is not only the mother and son of Aunt Hong who are old descendants, but also the old man himself... but combined with the information in the news, it seems that the old descendants do not refer to "everyone"

.

Not all of these aboriginal people in this world are ancient descendants.

There should only be part of it.

Chen Jing originally planned to continue watching the local news broadcast, but Chen Bofu was obviously stimulated by the "Moonlight Hermitage" mentioned by the host. He turned off the TV with an impatient expression, and then started to pick up food for Chen Jing.

"Eat it, your favorite stir-fried pork!"

Chen Bofu still had a smile on his face, and his kind-hearted look made it hard for people to think of the old lunatic who went downstairs to kill people last night.

"What kind of meat is it? It looks quite tender..."

Chen Jing didn't dare to move his chopsticks casually, especially for ingredients whose origins could not be identified at a glance. He was really frightened by Aunt Hong's large intestine sashimi.

"Of course it's pork. I went to the supermarket to buy it this morning. The freshly slaughtered meat is very fresh!" Chen Bofu blinked and asked strangely, "Usually you like to eat the stir-fried pork made by grandpa the most... Why?

You still can’t move your chopsticks? No appetite?”

"I feel sick to my stomach, so I can't eat anything too greasy." Chen Jing lied calmly, then put a piece of chicken into the bowl, "And I found that chicken tastes better..."
To be continued...