I Was Once a Legend

October 16.

After the two had breakfast, Fix suggested that the two organize the yard together, and Dong Zheng readily agreed.

Yesterday's conversation was not useless. At least the distance between the two was obviously shortened, and the sense of alienation was almost gone.

Dong Zheng followed Ficks to the yard, and the two of them took tools to get rid of the plants that had languished.Dong Zheng was working, and suddenly heard a sudden car brake, followed by a muffled noise.

When he looked up, the poor passerby had been bumped to the side, and the black car that caused the accident hurried away.

Dong Zheng was taken aback. He immediately pushed open the door of the yard and ran past. There was blood everywhere, and the man who had fallen to the ground was still.

He was calm, but still kept his personalities, and said to the Fix following him: "Call an ambulance!"

Fickers crossed the blood on the floor. In the past, looking at the man, he reached out and touched the man’s neck without touching his pulse. He got up and shook his head to Dong Zheng: "It takes almost an hour for the ambulance to get here. He has not been saved."

Ficks' hands were still stained with the blood of the deceased. Apart from a touch of sorrow, he couldn't see much fear at all. Rao Shi Dong Zheng had experienced many life and death moments in the box, and suddenly saw the miserable corpse in front of him. Some discomfort, but why is Fisk so calm?

Dong Zheng was silent for a moment, knowing what he said made sense: "Then call the police."

"Well." Ficks turned around and went back to the yard. "It's natural to call the police when others come out and see."

Dong Zheng finally looked at the cannon fodder in the box, and the person who maintained his stupid, white and rich man asked: "Why, basically no one will come out now, and when will others wait until they see it?" "

"I don't like dealing with police." Fix stood at the door and turned back to him. "Go, it's time to prepare lunch."

This seems to be just a small episode. The death of a car accident is not a wave for Wisteria Town. Everyone's spirit is exhausted by the serial murder case. Where else can you take care of an accident?

But a saying gradually spread.

Dong Zheng only learned when he was chatting with Mrs. Mead. He would go out every day while Ficks was sleeping in the morning to check the situation. After all, if he really didn't go out as Fix requested, he could do nothing.

Mrs. Mead often takes care of the plants in the garden. She couldn’t stand the dull and almost suffocating atmosphere in the town today. She wanted to chat with someone. Dong Zheng seized this and got as much information as possible.

"Is there really a soul?" Dong Zheng asked, pretending to be surprised.

"Quiet." Mrs. Meade made a mute gesture with her eyes wide, and looked around to see no one else, before lowering her voice, "Little George was definitely killed. How calm and peaceful the town was before, since These horrible things happened one after another after his death, and even the police could not handle it. It must have been the ghost of George. The ghost with resentment was the most terrible thing."

"To put it this way... If there were really the ghost of George, would there be any specific target for his murder?"

Mrs. Mead said: "I don't know this. Anyway, I heard Mrs. Ford talking about George being an illegitimate child in the garden. I might have accidentally been heard by George... Ah, don't you give it to others? Say, although everyone in the town basically knows about it."

"Relax, I won't talk nonsense." Dong Zheng assured, he frowned and thought about it, said, "Is there still a child in Mr. Ferdinand's family?"

"Mons was the son he adopted before on the seafaring journey. He never gave birth to a child, so he trained him as an heir. As a result, he was lucky at the age of forty, and he gave birth to little George, so he was so "I love children," Mrs. Mead whispered. "These are things that the whole town knows, I will tell you."

Dong Zheng nodded and said, "Since this is the case, does anyone doubt Mons?"

Mrs. Mead smiled and said: "These are all things that the police have to consider. All we can do is to try our best to save our lives, but if it is a ghost...it can only be destined."

Dong Zheng returned home, and the body on the road outside the courtyard was gone, leaving only a horrible pool of blood.He looked around and didn't see any traces of the police's visit. He could only put his doubts in his heart and went into the house.

Ficks was awake and was sitting in the living room smoking a daze. He stared at the traces of the rectangular frame on the wall. The smoke was smoky and he was in a decadent meditation.

There should have been a group photo of him with someone.

Dong Zheng speculated that he was probably a woman. After a few days of observations on Ficks here, this gentleman is an untrimmed. Like most middle-aged men, the clothes on the body are not changed for a week, and have never been cleaned. The garbage is always on the table.

The original decoration and layout of the room are very particular and very lively. Whether it is the traces of the many photo frames that once existed on the wall, the style and placement of the furniture, and the gray vase in the corner, it shows that there was a The attentive and sentimental person lives with him.

Be a wife.

Hearing Dong Zheng coming back, Fix looked at him: "Don't you tell you not to go out?"

"It's too boring at home, so I walked around in the yard. I met the wife next door and talked a little." Dong Zheng was not nervous. It seemed that as long as he pretended to be like no one else, it would really be fine.

Seeing this, Ficks didn't say much. Dong Zheng took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack. He looked out the window and asked, "Has a police officer come to deal with it? I see that the body of the man is gone."

Fickers smiled, he took a deep breath in his mouth, and when Dong Zheng thought that there would be no answer, he murmured, "Who knows? Maybe it was stolen by whom?" ."

Another two days passed.

Dong Zheng heard the movement of Ficks going out every night. This man set off in the early morning hours and didn't return until dawn.

During this time, another person died.

So far, there have been 7 victims counted as missing persons. The whole town was panicked. Three families moved directly, including Mrs. Meade, who provided Dong Zheng with a lot of information, and the house could not be sold. It is empty.

October 19.

Since realizing that the plot jump may contain traps, Dong Zheng did not choose to jump anyway. He was not in a hurry anyway. In his free time in the box, it is also convenient for training the ability of the kernel. If it is really boring... obviously someone compares He was even more bored.

In the past few days, Cui Zuojing's stay in the prisoner's space is almost hairy, but he has already told Dong Zheng that he should be cleared by himself, plus he has no reasonable identity in the box. Easy to handle.

So Cui Zuojing could only come out while Ficks was sleeping or going out. Dong Zheng took a set of poker in the small drawer under the coffee table in the living room. The two of them sat on the bed of the second bedroom and locked the door. The curtain was pulled , For a few hours.

Cui Zuojing is still keen to use his thousand skills in front of Dong Zheng. Last time, he was arrested by Dong Zheng when he was out of a thousand at the doll's house. It has long been forgotten, and Dong Zheng did not take it out, so he played But now, he is different from what he was in the doll house.

At that time, playing at 21:00 he completely relied on previous experience and some simple probability calculations, but now, he has the help of the kernel.

After learning that Cui Zuojing wanted to play blackjack, Dong Zheng tried to write a program in the kernel to make a decision whether to continue to draw cards through the face value of the existing cards. After several experiments, the accuracy was found. Better than he thought.

After playing for a day like this, Cui Zuojing found that even if he was out of a thousand, he sometimes could not win Dong Zheng, and he felt bored. He threw the card in his hand, and the whole person spread out lying on the bed, tilting one foot up and shaking Then, pulling a long voice and saying, "It's boring."

"Play anything else if you are bored." Dong Zheng dropped the card. "Is it still boring to be a big living person like me?"

"It's just because you are bored." Cui Zuojing sighed, "What's so interesting about you."

Dong Zheng: "We can take the opportunity to cultivate feelings."

Cui Zuo Jing Ji looked towards him, his eyes were alert, he took Dong Zheng's pillow and hugged him in his arms, saying: "I warn you not to have other ideas, you say you are pursuing me, but shut me down I haven’t calculated the accounts in the prisoner’s space yet."

"These belong to force majeure." Dong Zheng also lay down. The bed in the second bedroom was a long single bed, with Dong Zheng and Cui Zuojing, who had grown up obviously now, a little crowded. Can feel the temperature of the other party: "If you do not want to play, just chat."

"What are you talking about?" Cui Zuojing moved to the side uncomfortably. Since Dong Zheng said those words to him, when he faced Dong Zheng again, he always had a weird feeling in his heart that seemed to be something. It was hard to suppress, and he couldn't go up or down, making him uncomfortable.

Intuition tells him that if he really takes his feelings back, things may go in a direction he can't predict.

However, there is one thing Cui Zuojing can't deny. When dealing with Dong Zheng, he rarely feels bad.

It's as if Cui Zuojing is bored now, and it's just boring. If someone else tied him around and didn't do anything serious, he might have been annoying.

"Let's talk about the real world." Dong Zheng said. He looked at Cui Zuojing. The outline of the teenager was firmer than when they first met. "I want to know more about you."

"The real world..." Cui Zuojing smiled. "If I take it seriously, I'm an ordinary person in the real world."

"Do you know how I got here? At the age of sixteen, I studied at home late and asked to imagine going home for a birthday, but it was caught by the murderer. Before that, I was just a good boy in the eyes of my teacher’s parents, Good grades, can be admitted to a good university, and later live in a big city.

"It didn't take long for me to return from the pure white world, and my family knew what had happened to me. They chose to trust me instead of taking me to a psychiatrist.

"Since then, I have basically stayed at home. The frozen time has indeed caused me a lot of trouble, but if I really want to interact with people, it is not a big problem. If I say it seriously... Maybe there is some change in mentality."

"The experience in the pure white world made those ordinary lives completely unable to arouse my interest. I watched my parents work day after day, and my sister was bored from junior high school to university."

Cui Zuojing paused. He looked at Dong Zheng and said the thought he had never told others before: "Instead of being one of countless ordinary people, working in the city for a living, I Maybe... I still like it here."

"You like to take risks, I saw it from an early age." Dong Zheng asked softly, "So you chose to come back, right?"

"I like this world, but it's a pity that it is controlled by a malicious woman." Cui Zuojing raised his hand and placed it in front of his eyes. He opened his five fingers as if he could see through the finger slits other than the ceiling.

"In the eight years since I went back, I have never been able to reintegrate into the real world again. I have dreams every night, dreaming of the people I have met, dreaming of the train passing by the platform, dreaming of all the impossible possibilities here, And the boxes full of fantasy."

"Since then I understand that sooner or later I will come back. I will come back and save all this by myself, not the end."