Chapter 302 Going Up 10

Chapter 302 Going Up 10

The floor of this fourth floor was not marble floor anymore but was carpeted with grass and soil. At that moment, a thin and underfed old horse was grazing next to the beheaded body. From the hooves, reins, and saddle, it should be the knight’s ride. Feng Bujue walked over and bent down to pat the old horse’s head. The old thing did not react but continue to graze on the grass.

"So, this time, it is Don Quixote," Autumn Zither said.

"Yes... the man at the height of the Sophohigh Syndrome," Feng Bujue added. "The man has set off records that have been unparalleled."

"So... just like in the book, he saw the windmill as a giant and charged at it on the horse. Then, he just so happened to pierce the scarecrow with his spear as he entered this floor." Weighty Words tried to come up with the analysis based on the logic of this scenario and the crime scene. "The tinman then charged out from the windmill and chopped him to death."

"So, where is the tinman now?" Ambitionist narrowed his eyes as he looked around. "You can see all through this floor, but the man is nowhere to be found. And there is no sign of a way that leads to the fifth floor. The ceiling is all sealed up."

"There’s a line here. I wonder if it’s the man’s last words," Feng Bujue suddenly observed. At that moment, he was standing next to the lower half of the spear. "Look, it’s written on the handle."

Hearing that, the teammates all gathered to look. As he had said, there was a line carved on the handle. It looked like Spanish, but thankfully, the system menu had the translation function.

It read: "Use a smiling face to welcome the sadness of tragedy, and use one hundred times the courage to deal with all misfortune."

"Hmm..." The group sank into yet another quiet contemplation.

"Could it be purposely meant to confuse us?" Autumn Zither said. "Other than the hint at the original writing, these last words appear to be philosophical discussion or a conclusion of the crime scene. It’s highly ironic but has nothing to do with our puzzle-solving scenario."

Ambitionist creased his brow, showing that he was deep in thought. "That is hard to say... Perhaps more messages like this will appear, but we just don’t have enough information now to see the solution to the puzzle."

"Hmm, that is not a bad conclusion," Weighty Words added. "If we assume these messages are part of a bigger puzzle, then before we see the entire frame of the puzzle or collect more than eighty percent of the puzzle pieces, we will be unable to see what we’re dealing with."

"If that is the case, we should focus on how to get up to the fifth floor," Autumn Zither said as he looked around. "Currently, our clues are this windmill, a dead body, and an old horse."

"Its name is Rocinante," Feng Bujue said.

"Huh?" Autumn Zither was confused and had a hard time catching up to what Brother Jue had said.

"The horse’s name is Rocinante," Feng Bujue explained. "What? Is it translated differently in the version of Don Quixote that you read? I feel like this is a closer translation..."

"No, no, no..." Autumn Zither interrupted. "I have not read the book before. I only know its general plot. But even if I had read it, I probably wouldn’t remember the name of a horse so precisely."

"Oh... you haven’t read it." Feng Bujue’s face was filled with scorn. "Humph... Then you’d better choke on your own sh*t and die."

"Hey! There are many people in the world who have not read it, right! Why should I die because of it!" Autumn Zither roared. "And why must I die in that strange manner‽"

"Don’t panic, child. Take your time. We aren’t going anywhere," Weighty Words said calmly.

"Ha... ha..." The boy gasped two big gulps of air and said, "Ha... sirs, I’m sorry, but... can I beg you... to give me back my cow?"

"Give it back to you?" Weighty Words asked in a questioning tone.

"It’s like this," the boy said with a sad pout. "I showed my mother the magic beans that you gave, and I thought she would be proud of me, but she was mad and tossed the magic beans out of the house, saying that she was disappointed in me. She scolded me for being an idiot.

"So, I quickly picked up the beans and ran back. Thankfully, you are still here! Sirs, can I please trade the magic beans back for Mika? Pretty please."

The boy pleaded with watery eyes as he extended his hands to show the small cotton bag that was holding the magic beans.

"Let’s discuss this first." Feng Bujue cut in and fired a glance at his teammates to go to the corner. The four went away for a chat among themselves.

"I get it now... This kid is the main character from Jack and the Beanstalk, right?" Autumn Zither said. "We triggered an event after pulling out the cow, and after we exchange the cow for the magic beans, we can get up to the fifth floor."

"Of course, I know that already," Feng Bujue said.

"Then why did you call us to get over here so mysteriously?" Ambitionist asked.

Weighty Words also looked at Brother Jue inquisitively.

"I’m just asking for your thoughts," Feng Bujue said. "Should we just kill this brat and grab the beans from him?"

"Are you crazy?"

"What kind of human are you?"

"Would you please leave the children alone?"

After hearing that, Feng Bujue took a deep breath, and the next second, he piled on big smiles and dragged the cow as he returned to little Jack. He said in an overly nice tone, "Ha ha ha, of course, we can, little munchkin!"

He handed the rope over to Jack and said, "Next time, remember, one has to abide by the sanctity of a trade. And do not believe strangers too easily. Use your brain before you do anything, and do not let down your mother. You have to live up to the country’s trust in you; become a useful member of society; and contribute to society, your country, and humanity at large... Hmm... hmm..."

Ambitionist and Autumn Zither clamped Brother Jue’s mouth and yanked him away.

Weighty Words told Little Jack awkwardly, "Don’t mind what that uncle said. Quickly go home."

He then accepted the magic beans from Jack.

Jack blinked in confusion, said his thanks, and then led the milking cow away.