I Was Once a Legend

153 Jump Trap

"Just call me Mead." This resonated aunt, and she sighed sincerely: "Who said no, I want to move away."

Dong Zheng: "The children of Mr. Ferdinand's family are the first case. I don't know when the police will catch the abominable murderer."

"Yeah." Mrs. Mead said, "How could a child such a good George... Mr. Ferdinand said yesterday that if the murderer could not be caught, George's grievances could not be calmed down and they would not be buried."

The two watched in silence as the police entered and exited the house next door. Old Ford sat on the doorstep, bowing his head and wiping tears.

"Do you know how long Mr. Fix has moved here?" Dong Zheng asked after a while.

"He? He has lived here for seven or eight years."

"Then do you know what he did before?"

Mrs. Mead immediately cast suspicious glances at him. Dong Zheng said with a smile, "I was a friend of mine when I was a kid. I haven't seen him for many years. I don't know much about his past. It’s not easy to ask him directly, I can only ask you about it."

Perhaps Xu Zheng’s sincere appearance was deceptive. Mrs. Mead finally answered him: “He didn’t work anymore when he came here, and we don’t know what he did before he moved here.”

Fine.It wasn't totally unrewarding, thanking Mrs. Meade, Dong Zheng left.

As for the case of the Ford family, it will not be long before he can see in the newspaper that Dong Zheng returned to the house. The Ficks garden is a bit barren compared to other people's homes, probably it has never been taken care of carefully.

He didn't find any useful information in the garden. When he returned to the room, he was lost in thought.

"How does it feel?" Cui Zuojing asked, saying that he had let Dong Zheng clear the customs alone, and he had never told Dong Zheng his thoughts - in fact, he didn't think he could think of anything, the other side I can't think of it.

"The clue is still not enough." Dong Zheng sat by the bed. "I need to go to the bedroom of the rich and Ficks to see it."

"What about the basement?" Cui Zuojing asked. "He reminds me not to go to the basement, there is a problem."

"If you rush to explore when time is running out, I'm afraid I'm not going to die here." Dong Zheng said with his fingers on his pants noodles.

Cui Zuojing scoffed: "What's there to accompany."

"Are you staying in prisoner space for so long, aren't you bored?"

Dong Zheng poked Cui Zuojing all at once, and the teenager thought for a second, but still came out.

He had always disliked the feeling of staying in a prisoner's space. Cui Zuojing stood by the window and looked out. When he opened the window, the cool wind of autumn blew on him, and the dullness disappeared without a trace.

"It would be interesting if the Ficks suddenly pushed in the door at this time."

"No, he should sleep till the afternoon." Dong Zheng lay on his back on his back, thinking about every clue so far.

Soon he thought that he had not read today's newspaper. Dong Zheng went to the living room to fetch today's newspaper. The headline was still the progress of the police. They coded the mysterious serial murderer with the name L.

L, left hand?

Dong Zheng didn't know what to shake his head, and put the newspaper back.

Cui Zuojing was looking curiously from left to right in the room. He also found the traces of the photo frames on the wall, and looked at the vases that had fallen into the corners of the walls, and said nothing.

"Is this really horse meat?" Cui Zuojing asked when he opened the refrigerator.

Dong Zheng: "I don't know."

"Anyway, whether it was right or not, you had eaten it the first day." Cui Zuojing looked back at him and smiled like a little devil. "If there is a chance, I really want to taste what human flesh is. "

"There is soup in the pot. You can try it if you want to drink it."

Cui Zuojing lowered his mouth, fearing to wake up Fickers, gently closed the refrigerator door, and mumbled: "Boring."

Dong Zheng smiled: "I am trying my best to satisfy your wishes."

"Then you will be crooked again." Cui Zuojing fell on the sofa, sighing quietly. "You speed up the customs clearance, it's too boring, I want to go out."

"Boring?" Dong Zheng stood behind the sofa, reached over and pinched Cui Zuojing's face, and was snapped away. "Are you bored looking at me?"

Cui Zuojing made a grimace to him, and pressed one hand on the small grass coat of arms on the back of his left hand. "Go, don't delay you to do the right thing."

There was still a soft touch on the cheeks of the teenager, Dong Zheng rubbed his fingers, went back to the room, facing the clock, and chose to jump into the next plot point.

What he saw this time was still a dark room.

There was another sound of Ficks going out, and the clock on the wall was still five o'clock in the morning, asking him if he wanted to jump the plot.

However, this time Dong Zheng did not skip the time anymore. He sat patiently waiting by the bed. He looked at the few short message records in his mobile phone, and even created a notepad. The square-headed mobile phone entered the clues he had obtained one by one in the notepad.

Time passes by one minute and one second.

The clock on the wall was already pointed at half past six. Normally, Fickers should go home and start making breakfast, but now, the window is still dark, and there is no movement in the room when cooking.

really.Dong Zheng turned off his mobile phone and put it in his pocket. He didn't have the habit of locking the door when he slept.After he fell asleep, Fix deliberately adjusted the timing of the clocks in his bedroom so that he thought he was the one to leave at five.

After the plot jumps, Dong Zheng will only wake up at 6:45. Before that, Fix only needs to adjust the time back to normal.

This is a trap set by the box using the plot jump function-it deliberately increases the difficulty of finding the clue. As long as the plot jump is selected, it is impossible to find this tricky.

The table in the living room is estimated to have been picked for this reason... Dong Zheng is not sure whether he will continue to work hard to determine when Fix will go out or jump off the plot.

Since Fickerster adjusted the clock, it means that he should go out for more than one and a half minutes, and then contacting the other party is a morning behavior. Dong Zheng speculates that he should go out at about twelve or one.

Tomorrow, if you just stay up to bed, see what time he came out.

Dong Zheng made up his mind and jumped to the plot.

October 15.

On this day, Ficks made the broth as usual, and Dong Zheng still said that he did not eat the disease. Maybe they also ate the meat that they did not know for lunch or dinner, but it was not the body that Dong Zheng controlled at that time. .

"Hey, what about the watch on the wall?" Dong Zheng asked, staring at the wall.

Fix looked very natural: "Oh, I don't know why the watch didn't leave. I didn't ask anyone to fix it, so I took it off temporarily."

Dong Zheng couldn't pick out what was wrong with this, and said: "Otherwise put the watch in my room outside."

"No need." Fickers waved. "I'll fix it in two days, it won't hurt."

Fix went to bed again after dinner. Dong Zheng looked out of the window. There was no one on the street. Even if he couldn't find any suitable clue, he went back to his room.

This time he did not choose time to jump, and staying alone in the room may bring unbearable boredom to many people, but for Dong Zheng, it is just an opportunity to train his ability.

Besides, he is not really alone.

After chatting with Cui Zuojing for a few days, Dong Zheng entered the core. The sanctuary floating on the dome was not opened to him again until now, and he was not too anxious. He continued to sort out the data flow according to the unfinished progress yesterday. Running line.

Since his ability is to digitize his thinking, it means that the knowledge and principles of many computers can also be used in this respect. Dong Zheng has been trying to compress data recently-so the name is considered, that is, a large amount of information is collected Processing, so that they can be stored in a smaller space.

If he can really do this, his memory ability will be greatly improved.

But until now this has been limited to a concept, from the initiation of the idea to the real realization, and no one knows how long it will go until it is finally completed.

The inner core world will make people forget the passage of time. When Dong Zhengyi came out, the sky was starting to darken. He ate too little for breakfast, but did not eat for lunch. In addition, his training ability made him a little headache. Too.

Dong Zheng hurried out of the room and saw that Fickers was sitting on the deck chair of the balcony, holding a cigarette, looking at the setting sun, his eyes were dull, I wondered what he was thinking.

With an obvious lonely eyebrow between his eyes, Dong Zheng stopped at the door of the living room and frowned slowly.

But soon, Dong Zheng adjusted the expression on his face. He went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and naturally asked Fix: "What to eat tonight?"

After dinner, Ficks left everything to Dong Zhengshi. He sat on the sofa and watched TV. Dong Zheng washed dishes while chatting with him.

Dong Zheng talked about the past glory and disappointment, but there was no friend willing to help him, wondering if he was too failed to be a man-John's experience has happened to many people he knows. Who would not do business? The defeated general, there are many examples that can no longer climb up because of an investment failure, Dong Zheng does not need to edit it by himself, he can say the true feelings.

Ficks and his emotions together, Dong Zheng originally thought that after the two of them chatted, Ficks could feel something and say something about himself, but did not expect the other side to keep silent.

Dong Zheng didn't force it. Fix's past should also be the key to exploring the box. The night fell. After the two had talked, they went back to their rooms.

Dong Zheng quietly waited for Fix to go out.

He lay in bed, and soon fell asleep, and in the dream he heard that someone had entered his room. The life of being born and dying in the box made Dong Zheng sleep lightly, and he woke up almost immediately.

He increased the data flow of the visual port to strengthen the vision. By the light shining from the corridor outside the door, he clearly saw that it was less than five minutes at one in the morning.

Fix took the clock lightly, adjusted the time to five o'clock, hung the clock, looked at Dong Zheng to make sure he was not awake, and then left the second bedroom and took the door.

I finally got you.

Dong Zheng let out a long sigh of relief. From 1am to 6:30 in the morning, he sneaked out the door at night. If there was no problem, there would be ghosts.

Although he couldn't keep up with it, but when he understood the time, he already had something he wanted.

Dong Zheng closed his eyes and still did not choose to jump the plot. After waiting so long, he needed a real rest this night.