I Was Once a Legend

The servant is in his thirties, with a straight face, a strong figure, and standing respectfully behind Ferdinand's ground. When the three of them are together, if they are not distinguished by clothing, they will feel more like Ferdinand's eldest son than Mons. .

Ferdinand's grief is overwhelming. When he was old, he lost many years of expectation. His most beloved little son, the only biological son, was almost on the verge of collapse.

"I heard that George was the boy who finally got this man?" Dong Zheng whispered to Ficks.

Feix sighed and sighed: "So it is difficult to accept now, and it is impossible to accept it on anyone."

Ferdinand had a hard time giving birth to children, and at this age, it would be impossible to have a child as an heir.

Dong Zheng found that Fickers did not exclude him from telling him about the Ferdinand family. He went sneaky and deliberately prevented Dong Zheng from going out in the middle of the night, but he did not have much taboo when he filed these murders.

At the time of free mourning, Ferdinand quickly left the hall. As the protagonist of the memorial service in a certain sense, he should have listened to all the things George said before his death.

But no one minded, everyone understood the father's mood very well.

Judging from the atmosphere at the memorial service and the attitude of the residents, they still like this gentleman very much. As the newspaper said, Ferdinand has invested in helping Wisteria Town repair several roads and is passionate about charity.

Ficks didn't know where he was going, and Dong Zheng didn't want to find him. There was no one around him. He could explore this house.

The rest of the villa is not open to others except for the first floor, which is responsible for entertaining guests to hold memorial services, and the doors are strictly locked.

While taking advantage of his servant's negligence, Dong Zheng secretly touched the second floor. A large oval mirror was hung on the wall facing the staircase. Going up, as if two identical people are approaching each other, or... are stepping into the mirror step by step.

This layout is not only uncomfortable, but there is also a kind of evil spirit invisible, Dong Zheng stands sideways in a place where the mirror can't shine, to see the dense patterns on the frame.

It is completely different from the lines used for decoration. The sculpture above outlines a twisted human figure in a very abstract way. Dong Zheng hurriedly glanced at it without looking closely. He sneaked up, maybe he will be caught whenever If you find it, you have to hurry and explore other places.

Most of the rooms on both sides of the corridor are closed. The purple purse is hung next to each door. Dong Zheng squeezed his hand, which was very fragmented.

He leaned up again and sniffed carefully, and a very strange fragrance drifted into his nasal cavity, making him immediately disgusted, dizzy and quickly stepped back two steps.

Just smelling the smell that remained in the nasal cavity for a long time, Dong Zheng frowned and took a few breaths of normal air, still unable to suppress the disgusting feeling.

Hanging this thing on the door, isn't this family afraid of being smoked to death?

Dong Zheng thought, continue to explore quietly.

He walked to the hallway at the end of the hallway, where a room was connected, like a lounge, and two luxurious wooden chairs were placed beside the coffee table, one of which was stained with a large blood stain, marked with white chalk and painted Silhouette of a humanoid.

Little George probably "swallowed a suicide" here.

It was probably requested by the police that the scene of the crime scene was well preserved, but it has been more than ten days until now. The scene has been thoroughly investigated and has no use, so it has not been sent to guard.

It is worth mentioning that there is a strange statue on the chair, about 20 centimeters high, is a naked figure who is embracing himself with his hands. The head of the statue is large and rectangular, almost occupying At a third of the size, I wore a collar and drew a few strokes with dark red and dark green paint.

"Witchcraft?" Dong Zheng murmured, "Is it used to suppress George's injustice?"

No one could answer him, Cui Zuojing asked in the prisoner space: "Do you think there will be spiritual elements in this copy?"

"It's not easy to say." Dong Zheng smiled. "If I really want to, I hope I can stop staring at me."

Dong Zheng stood at the window and glanced out. Below is the inner courtyard of the garden, surrounded by the building of the villa, which is invisible from the outside.

The plants in the garden are very well taken care of, and there is even a small fountain in the middle of the water spray. Dong Zheng looks sideways against the wall to avoid being noticed by people outside the window.

A dark thing was hidden in the shadow of the tree, showing only the outline of a corner, it seemed to be a black car.

Dong Zheng narrowed his eyes. He remembered that the car that escaped after he killed a passerby on the spot that morning seemed to be black.

There shouldn't be many people who can drive in the whole town now.

Dong Zheng made up his mind to go down and see if it was the car that killed the person that day, and walked out of the room where the crime scene was. He had just turned the corner and was going to go downstairs.

The maid reminded him in good faith: "The memorial service is only held on the first floor. Sir, we are not open to guests on other floors."

"I'm sorry, the house is too big. I was looking for the bathroom. I didn't expect to get lost. I didn't intend to come up." Dong Zheng played the image of a cautious guest very well. "Can I ask where the bathroom is? ?"

"I will take you there."

Go back to the first floor and walk among the people talking to each other. George, as the son of a wealthy businessman, is not too old. The intersection with everyone is not as much as expected, so after a simple discussion, everyone's topic is inevitable. Chao resembles the dark clouds that have enveloped Wisteria Town in recent days-this series of serial murders.

"Is the murderer really a man in our town? I haven't seen anyone move in in this period of time."

"Yes, didn't the Ficks family have a friend living in him?"

The speaker saw a glance at Dong Zheng who was passing by them, and immediately silenced and smiled at Dong Zheng.

Dong Zheng also smiled back at her, to be honest, he had never thought beforehand that the residents of Wisteria Town would doubt their problems. After all, for the pilgrims, the npcs in the box except for the key figures are in a sense. Just the elements that make up the world of boxes.

He walked past the two people who were talking.

But to be careful, if he is a resident of Wisteria Town, he will certainly doubt the people who moved in during this special period.

The inner courtyard also does not allow guests to enter at will. After observing it, Dong Zheng successfully opened the window from the bathroom. His landing point was in the bushes, and an apple tree just covered the figure.

Dong Zheng squatted behind the tree and waited for the servants to pass, before stepping closer to the position he saw from the second floor.

The car was parked in a very hidden location. If Dong Zheng was not on the second floor, it would not be visible from the lobby window.

With confidence, Dong Zheng can almost be sure that this is the vehicle that escaped that day. Although that day was just a glimpse, but in the process of the kernel's gradual improvement, Dong Zheng's memory ability is much stronger than before, and he can still recall it until now. Every detail of the scene at that time.

According to the position where the passerby fell to the ground, after the car hit him, the left wheel ran over the corpse’s leg. Dong Zheng carefully checked the tire, and finally saw a small piece of the left front wheel tire pattern that was not cleaned. Clean blood stains.

This is the car.

Thinking of the disappearance of the corpse later, and the phrase "Who knows? Maybe someone stole it" at that time, Dong Zheng hissed. He reconfirmed that no one was around and turned his attention to the rear door. .

The noisy conversations of the people in the banquet were not very clear. Finally, Dong Zheng saw a little blood stain in the crack at the lower end of the car door.

Finding the clues he wanted, Dong Zheng did not delay for a minute and a second, and immediately turned around and left the side of the car. He returned to the bathroom according to the original path, rubbed the mud that was stepped on the floor, and applied it. Ran returned to the banquet hall.

After the accident, the originally thought escaped vehicle returned to its place while no one was paying attention, and brought the body back in the back seat.

Brought back to this house.

What do they want the body to do?And who brought the body back?Ferdinand or Mons?

Dong Zheng took a glass of lemonade from the table. Fickers didn't know for sure. He didn't know anyone. He didn't know the little George. There was no way to mourn. He could only listen to the people around him silently.

Most of what they said were anecdotes between the neighborhoods and neighborhoods. There was such a big thing. During this time, no one thought about coming together. It was precisely through the opportunity of the memorial service that they eagerly exchanged those gossip messages.

To put it bluntly, the topic inevitably turned to the murder case.

"Why did the murderer have to take the left hand of the body."

"Isn't it that George Jr.'s wronged soul came to get his revenge?"

"You really believe this, hey, but then again, why does George...the murderer still needs his left hand? Is there anything special about it?"

"I don't know...but do you remember? When George was ten years old, he played with Bailey's children in the yard. He accidentally fell off the tree and broke his left hand. The operation took a long time to recover. It seems that since then, the little finger on his left hand has not been easy to use."

"Is it related to this?"

"Who knows, it's a pity that such a clever child, but this murderer is really powerful enough, the police have come so many times to kill several people in a row, and they have not been caught until now."

"..."

Has George's left hand ever been operated on?

Dong Zheng wrote down this clue that he doesn't know yet. He always felt that the box should not allow him to decipher the cause of George's death. After all, until now, he had no chance of contacting the police and had no first-hand clues and data.

He listened for a while, and got no useful information. The clues that these ordinary residents knew were very limited.Dong Zheng had nothing to do and started wandering around again.

Following the idea of ​​being born again and being acquainted, Dong Zheng wanted to go to the second floor to see if there were any clues he had ignored. He had just walked up the stairs, and had not yet reached the second floor, he saw in the mirror that one had been missing. Familiar figure.