I Was Once a Legend

It’s easy to feel uneasy in the dark environment, not to mention there are so many signs of witchcraft around, Dong Zheng was dizzy with the smell of the sachet, he found a key and opened a locked one The door, as he expected, there was a person's body in the room, which had already started to rot.

The corpse should be one of the two missing residents. His left hand disappeared and was apparently taken away as a sacrifice.

So far, Dong Zheng has almost known a part of the truth-Ferdinand can hardly accept the fact of bereavement. He invited the wizard and hoped to be able to resurrect George. After learning that nine sacrifices were needed, he sent a personal man The servants killed.

The corpse in the room was unbearable, and Dong Zheng quickly retreated. He walked to the end of the corridor, and suddenly found that the door in the opposite room was falsely covered, and faint light and fine noise came out from it.

Dong Zheng narrowed his eyes, and he pushed the door straight in. A man was digging his head in the pile of debris. Hearing someone coming in, he straightened up immediately, holding a flashlight in one hand and a gun in the other. .

It was Fick who sneaked out the door every night.

"I didn't expect you to be able to chase here." Seeing Dong Zheng, Ficks frowned tightly, and soon loosened again.

Dong Zheng: "Obviously, your little tricks can't hide me anymore."

Ficks nodded. The next moment, he stared at Dong Zheng, his face suddenly fierce, and he raised the gun in his hand. The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at Dong Zheng.

All of this happened unexpectedly, and the bullet was about to be fired from the muzzle, but the time was frozen at this moment.

A panel appeared in front of Dong Zheng, giving him two options.

Return shot

stand still

The ten-second countdown walked one second at a time, leaving Dong Zheng with only ten seconds to choose.

Should you raise the gun in your hand and fight back for self-defense, or just let the bullet come over?

With four seconds left in the countdown, Dong Zheng made his choice.

He chose [to stay still].

The fire burst out of the muzzle, the bullet flew out, the recoil tremored Ficks, and his blue eyes were fixed on Dong Zheng, hiding the unknown emotions in the darkness.

Dong Zheng did not move.

The bullet flew past his cheek, and the strong wind seemed to cut the skin. The next moment, it hit the close-fitting male servant behind Dong Zheng who was secretly raising his gun to attack.

The control of the body returned to his own hands. Dong Zheng turned his head around, and the male servant covered his bullet-shouldered shoulder and was crying on the ground in pain.

Fix changed to a two-handed gun, he stepped closer to the male servant, and finally stopped shortly in front of Dong Zheng, coldly said:

"Unfortunately, Mr. Cyril, you have been arrested."

...

Six police cars were parked outside. The flashing lights were not as bright as the street lights. The police found three bodies and a total of eight left hands from the basement. They had long been ambushing near the villa and heard gunshots. Then he took action and arrested Ferdinand, Mons, the personal servant, and the wizard.

Dong Zheng and Ficks stood in the courtyard together, watching the policemen entering and exiting this magnificent villa, carrying the body, and silently relieved.

Fix held a cigarette and swallowed the clouds, and he gave Dong Zheng one, and asked, "Do you smoke?"

Dong Zheng did not refuse, but he just bit his lips and did not ignite.

"It's over."

"Um." Fix spit out a long smoke ring, squeezing his eyebrows wearily, and sighed in a low voice, "It's finally over."

The male servant Cyril had long suspected that someone had infiltrated the basement while he was not paying attention. He deliberately left with the wizard and pretended to leave, but in fact he returned back secretly, carrying a pistol, ready to kill the intruder who did not know anything His left hand was used as the last sacrifice.

It's a pity that Dong Zheng didn't just sneak into the basement tonight.

"When did you discover my identity?" Fix asked.

"Actually, I initially thought you were the murderer. After all, I sneaked out the door at midnight every day. It was too weird to bring so much meat when I came back." Dong Zhengwei smiled. "It made me dare not eat for the first few days. The broth you make."

Fix also smiled: "But that's really horse meat."

Dong Zheng thought for a while and said, "Do you remember the day when it rained? You got home with a knife wound and got soaked in wetness. You also tricked me into accidentally falling out when I was treated for your wound. There are a lot of scars, and it's been a long time. Obviously you have done the licking of blood on the tip of the knife and it has continued for a long time."

"And I didn't find any tattoos or traces of tattoo removal. Although this does not directly explain anything, it also reduces the possibility of being mercenaries and killers to a certain extent."

"No one died the night you were injured, and yesterday at the memorial service I found the male servant injured on his right hand, so it was quite logical to have a guess-that night you actually stopped a murder. During the fight against the murderer, both of you hurt each other.

"And on the day of the car accident, you didn’t behave like a normal person when facing the body. Every move and every sentence revealed that you didn’t want to have an intersection with the police. It’s easy for people to mistake you for fear. When he was found, he refused to call the police.

"Actually, you are just afraid of too much contact with the police to expose your dark line identity, or... you have been secretly observing in the house, will anyone take the body away.

"In addition, according to Mrs. Mead, you have lived here for seven or eight years, and there is no reason to suddenly start killing people crazy until now."

"And one more thing is very important." Dong Zheng motioned to Fix to reach out and pointed to a layer of cocoons between his index finger and the base of his thumb, saying, "Cocoons are rarely worn out in such places, as I know There is only one case, the cocoon produced by holding the gun for a long time. If it is a murderer, it is impossible to use the gun for so long."

"You said you wouldn't let me go to the basement because of the equipment you used to communicate with the police and the clues collected over the years. After the rainy night injury, you went to the basement as soon as possible to convey that you successfully prevented a murder, Determine that the murderer is the news of the maid."

Ficks was a little surprised: "That's what made you guess that I'm a policeman?"

Dong Zheng: "Until you shot just now, it was just a guess that I believe in more. After all, guessing wrong or not, but taking my own life as a bet."

Fix sighed: "I haven't seen you for so many years, your kid's mind is still as good as ever, but what if I am really a murderer?"

Dong Zhengdao said: "The biggest question is, if you are really a murderer, why did you agree to live in temporarily when you killed someone and have not completed all the subsequent killing goals. Suddenly there is one more person in the family will not increase you Is it difficult to commit crimes? Since you can't let me live in or kill me directly, why bother to adjust the clock every day and conceal your whereabouts?"

"Before, I have been wondering why I know that it is very uneven, but you still let me live in. Later, I realized that you are confident that you can protect me. After all, I really have nowhere else Go there."

Fix laughed loudly, he heartily said: "You had a gun in your hand at that time. If you didn't guess my identity and fired for self-protection, then we two are dead. "

Dong Zheng: "So... can you tell me what is going on now?"

"Let's go home and talk," Fix said. "I'm exhausted after being stretched for a few days. I can finally take a good rest."

He walked to a police car, knocked on the window, the window of the driver's seat shook open, and Fickers said to the people inside: "Superintendant Jacques, go to my house and have a tea break?"

The person inside walked out of the car and was an old man in his sixties. His hair was all white and he had deep decree lines on his lips. He looked very serious.

The old man and Dong Zheng looked at each other, and they both saw the inquiry in each other's eyes.

Dong Zheng smiled at him, and he responded with a smile.

The three rested for a while at Ficks' house.

Ficks and the Jacques Superintendent told Dong Zheng the whole thing. The cause of the matter stems from a scramble for the inheritance rights of giants.

Mons, as a child adopted by Ferdinand, has not lived as well as before since George was born. He knows very well that it is absolutely impossible to win a family property in this situation.

It is rumored that Ferdinand has a vault with almost all his savings in the vault. Whoever can get the key to the vault represents a family property.

George's left hand was operated on due to injury when he was ten years old, and has not been flexible since then.As George gradually grew up and won the favor of Ferdinand, Mons, who was immersed in the emotion of losing his rich life, was crushed step by step. Finally, he gave George his hand.

The police found George had a pinhole on the fingertip of his right index finger during an autopsy. Various examination marks indicated that George was "swallowed a gun and committed suicide" after being stunned by the injection of anesthetic.Mons cut off his left hand because he had always believed that Ferdinand took advantage of the operation and hid the key of the vault in the artificial phalanx of George's left hand.

Ferdinand couldn't accept the fact that George died. He tried various methods to resurrect George, and finally found the wizard.

The wizard initially claimed to be able to call back George’s soul to find the murderer, but it seemed unsuccessful. Then she told Ferdinand that this was because George’s body was incomplete, and Death would not let him back, as long as he could collect Nine people's left hands were used as sacrifices in exchange for death, and she could bring back little George.

Ferdinand believed.

His most sincere male servant persuaded him for a long time, but he failed to persuade the man who was indulged in bereavement. In desperation, this loyal servant had to help Ferdinand to obtain the "sacrificial offering".

That rainy night, Fix was injured when he prevented the servant from starting. The two fought in the dark rainy night, and neither of them could see each other's faces.

Dong Zheng said: "Don't you have lived here long ago? Is this a straight fight, or are there other reasons?"

Ficks: "The police have suspected that Ferdinand was laundering money under the guise of charity almost a decade ago. I happened to be resigned because I was injured, so I took over this dark line task and lived in Wisteria Town, George After the incident occurred, I thought it was a good opportunity to keep investigating in secret. But the real reason for George’s death, the murderer and other things were all inferred by Jacques. He is the most powerful case in our police station. Police inspector."

Jacques smiled at Dong Zheng without saying much.

After chatting for a while, Fix went to pour water to Jacques. After he left the living room, this young police inspector looked at Dong Zheng and asked, "You are also a pilgrim."

Dong Zheng noticed the first time he saw Jacques: "Yes, did you come in a single box?"

"Yes." Jacques touched his chin thoughtfully. "It seems that the entire case is for me to be responsible for the police station. You are responsible for the Ficks side. If either of us has errors except It's impossible to clear customs so smoothly."

"You have cleared the customs?" Dong Zheng was a little surprised. Until now, he didn't receive the prompt from the box. It stands to reason that the case is over.

"Yes, the door is already open, over there." Jacques pointed to the door and stood up. "If nothing else, I'm leaving."

"Slow walking." The door opened only five minutes, and Dong Zheng also stood up.Jacques walked to the door, stopped, turned around, and said to him: "My name outside the box is Chen Jianguo, how about you?"

"My name is Dong Zheng."

Jacques-No, Chen Jianguo smiled at him and said, "I look forward to meeting you outside again."

He pushed the door and went out.

Dong Zheng sat back to his original position, only to realize that the so-called single-person box might also be that the clues of the pilgrims did not cross each other and did not meet each other.

Fickers came out of the kitchen with coffee and saw that Jacques was gone, and said, "Eh, what about people?"

"Something's gone." Dong Zheng yawned. "It's nothing for me. Can I go to sleep for a while?"

"Okay, I'm going to bed too. I haven't slept for so many days. I'm exhausted." Ficks was also tired. He lurked for eight years as a dark line. His task is completely completed today.

The two reached an agreement and each went back to sleep.

It seemed that the dust had settled, but until the next morning, Dong Zheng slept until the three strokes of the day, and no prompts for customs clearance appeared.

Where has it not been completed yet?

Dong Zheng did not understand.

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