I Was Once a Legend

The two chatted and talked, and it was already twelve o'clock unconsciously. Dong Zheng estimated that it was almost time for Ficks to come in and adjust the clock for him, so Cui Zuojing went back first.

It was raining that night, not too small. It slapped the windows and made the cold color of the town that was not flat.

Dong Zheng ordered a six o'clock alarm for himself. After the alarm sounded, he quickly woke up, dressed in clothes, and sat in the living room to wait.

Because of the rain, the sky was still dark, and lightning occasionally cut through the night sky, leaving a white afterimage flashing across the retina.

He didn’t turn on the light, he was sitting on the sofa in the dark, so when it was 6:10, Ficks was empty-handed, and came back from the rain, and turned on the light unpreparedly. When he saw Dong Zheng, he was scared. A big jump.

Soon, Fickers pretended that nothing happened and said, "Why did you wake up so early?"

"Thunder, when you wake up, you can't sleep anymore." Dong Zheng got up and put a hand on the drenched Ficks at the door, and asked, pretending to be puzzled: "It's been raining all night, why don't you take it out with you An umbrella?"

There was a trace of unnaturalness on Ficks' face. When he went out at midnight, there was no rain. He could only say: "Something happened on the road, and the umbrella was lost."

Dong Zheng took him the wet coat and threw it into the laundry bucket. When he looked back, he saw that a pool of water had accumulated under Feix's feet, and there was a faint red in it. Apparently there was blood.

Dong Zheng yelled and hurriedly asked, "Where was it hurt? How did it get bloody?"

Fickers didn't hide it at first, so he didn't hide it anymore. He took off all his shirts and there was a wound on his left arm.

"I fell on the road, and the umbrella blew away without saying anything, and I hurt myself." Fickers turned to look at the wound and said, "There is a medicine cabinet in the TV cabinet. Help me get it."

Dong Zheng took the medicine cabinet and treated the wounds of Ficks. The contents of the medicine cabinet in the 1990s were similar to what he was familiar with. He only glanced at it and determined that the smoothness of the wound was definitely a sharp weapon. of.

After eliminating the poison with iodine wine, seeing that there was not too much blood, Dong Zheng wrapped up Gix with gauze.

After doing all this, he went to the bathroom and took two clean towels and threw them to Fix, saying: "Wipe your body quickly, it's cold, don't catch a cold."

Fix hummed and wiped off the drops of water on his body. He wiped his hair while staring at a point in the void, as if thinking of something very difficult.

"Just fell to this place?"

"Ah, yes." Fickers recovered and smiled at him. "I'm going to take a bath, it's a bit too cold."

"You must pay attention to safety next time you go out. It has been quite uneven recently." Dong Zheng put away the medicine box. "Well, you should go warm and warm. I will make breakfast today."

Fickers yelled and walked out of the living room.

The figure of Ficks disappeared at the corner, Dong Zheng withdrew his eyes silently, and Ficks was not young, his skin was a little slack, but he still could see the traces of the once very strong, and there were many shades of his body. The scars are otherwise clean and have no tattoos.

Dong Zheng's index finger pointed at the tip of his nose, contacting Fickers' recent abnormal behaviors, and had a whole new speculation.

He had to cook breakfast. Since Lilian came to the castle, he hasn't worked in the kitchen for a while.

Ficks did not bring anything back today. Dong Zheng opened the refrigerator. There was no more meat in it. There were only some vegetables left, which relieved him.

After all, there is no need to find a reason not to eat meat.

Even with the dark clouds, the sky gradually became brighter with the passage of time. Dong Zheng finished his work from the kitchen, wiped his hands and put the simple breakfast on the table, and happened to see Ficks from the door in the basement. Come out and lock the door with his back to him.

Fix turned around, saw Dong Zheng looking at him, and hurriedly explained: "Go down and get something."

There was a feeling that there was no three hundred and two in this place. Dong Zheng asked, "Is it convenient? If it's not easy, I can help."

"No, I've finished it."

Dong Zheng nodded, not mentioning the things in the basement, and the two sat at the table and began to have breakfast.

"By the way, the watch in my room seems to be broken. The time is almost six hours faster."

"When I go tomorrow, I will repair it with the living room table."

Dong Zheng heard that he knew that Fix would probably not adjust the time of the clock in his room.

Halfway through the meal, Dong Zheng asked involuntarily: "Have you suffered a lot of injuries before? See you have so many scars."

Ficks: "I went to the south when I was young, and I did a lot of things. It was only in recent years that I settled down."

He didn't answer positively, presumably because something is not good for others to know.

Dong Zheng seemed to have no doubt and only said: "Looking at the rain, it is estimated that it will not stop for a while, and I don't know if something will happen today."

"It shouldn't be." Fickers bowed his head, chewing something in his mouth, and his speech was not clear. "So many people have died. The police have been here so many times. It's all theirs. Eyeliner, even if it is a raging killer, you have to change hands."

Dong Zheng: "If I were the murderer, I saw that so many policemen came every day and ran away."

Fix smiled and said, "But obviously, he thinks it's more interesting to kill under the police's eyelids."

After a while, Fickers finished the last egg flower soup, put down the bowl, and said: "I really didn't expect you to cook, the taste is not bad, weren't you a rich man before?"

"Before I get rich, I have to take care of my life." Dong Zheng replied with a smile.

After the meal, the two went back to rest. Cui Zuojing lay on the bed in the prisoner's space, watching the things that happened to Dong Zheng like watching a movie, saying, "He is also doubting you?"

"Obviously." Dong Zheng released Cui Zuojing. He opened the window, and the wind with water vapor blew into the room: "I have done my best to perform, but there must be some negligence, and Ficks is not careless. People, you will definitely notice."

The rain fell all day.

Ficks went to sleep in the afternoon, and Dong Zheng solved it by himself. When the two met again, they were already preparing dinner. Dong Zheng came out of the room. Fickers was sitting on the sofa, and a silver was placed on the coffee table in front of him. Little things.

Seeing Dong Zheng coming out, Fix threw the gadget to him and said, "Take this with you at any time."

"What?" Dong Zheng took over and found out that it was a cross.

"Just bring it." Fix stood up and walked to the kitchen. "What to eat at night?"

Dong Zheng put the cross in his pocket and thought, did Fix even believe that George revenge?

When preparing dinner, Fix said to Dong Zheng: "Tomorrow Mr. Ferdinand's house will hold a memorial service. I will attend. Are you staying alone in the house or will you go with me?"

"I'll be with you." Dong Zheng heard that the plot was finally going to the next stage, and said: "If everyone goes to the memorial service, I always feel a little flustered when I stay at home by myself."

"Okay." Fixes agreed. "Prepare for the clothes you want to wear. You will go with me tomorrow."

Today Fix didn't bring the newspaper, but no police car came in the town, probably no one died.

Dong Zheng can be sure that there are dark lines of police installation everywhere in the town, but he has not found it. Although he is not clear about how the Western police handled the case in this era, it will certainly not be caused by major cases such as serial murders. Ordinary police.

October 20.

Today, in the Ferdinand's mansion, George's memorial service was held. Except those who had moved away, almost all the residents of Wisteria Town came.

The Ferdinand house is almost a palace. Dong Zheng stood at the door and saw the towering tower in the middle of the building. He suddenly realized that the spire that he could see every time he opened the window was his house.

In addition to the residents of Wisteria Town, some Ferdinand friends and relatives came here, not to mention that there were 200 people. Butlers and servants led the guests who came to mourn, and recorded the memorial gifts that everyone sent.

Dong Zheng saw that Fix had given the servant the box brought along under his arm, and he didn't know what was in it, but with Fix's character, it wouldn't be too delicate to think about.

The living room of Ferdinand's house is as big as a banquet hall, and people with 200 or so people do not feel crowded. There may be various parties here before.

Some policemen stayed outside, did not enter the door, and were responsible for security work, but there must be some plain clothes mixed in the crowd.

Almost no one will go out this time, Dong Zheng is unable to meet them, so he is not familiar with it, but someone has been saying hello to Ficks, making him look like a good person.

This hello would have to be curious about Dong Zheng who was brought by Ficks. Ficks only introduced friends who were temporarily staying, and said nothing else.

Everyone greeted each other, and when there weren't many people around, Fix asked in a low voice: "Have I brought you anything?"

Dong Zheng: "Hold it."

He nodded and stopped talking.

In a certain sense, the protagonist of the memorial service, Mr. Ferdinand soon came to the hall, this is also the first time Dong Zheng has seen the key personage of this plot around its development, he is already fifty-six years old, typical His face is white, his hair is gray, and his body is still strong, but because of the loss of his son, his mental condition is not very good.

He was followed by a man about thirty years old, of ordinary appearance, but dressed in luxury, and with Ferdinand's personal servant, he helped him to the front of the stage.

Seeming to be able to feel Dong Zheng's doubts, Fix explained in a low voice: "This is Mr. Ferdinand's eldest son Mons, thirty years old this year, he was adopted."

"He doesn't look too sad."

Fix was unsure: "Who knows."

Ferdinand made some remarks, probably thanking everyone for taking the time to come to this memorial service, saying how cute his little son George is, how much he loves him, expressing his sadness and nostalgia, and hope that the police can find the one who killed George as soon as possible murderer.

Dong Zheng listened and looked around. The black and white photos of George hung on the hall wall. It was indeed a very cute child who smiled brilliantly at the camera.

Ferdinand hasn't gotten a wife until now, and George's biological mother is not here. Mons and the personal servant stood beside him.

Dong Zheng carefully observed the two men in secret, and suddenly found that the right hand of the male servant wearing white gloves was slightly bloated, as if there was another layer of stuff in the gloves.

For example gauze.