I Was Once a Legend

He could only wash up first. The pistol he picked up from the basement last night was still under his pillow. Dong Zheng took this ancient pistol and looked at it carefully. He unloaded the magazine and put three bullets inside. Put it back on the palm and put it back on again, eventually hiding the gun around his waist and covering it with clothes.

He walked out of the bedroom, and Fix was earlier than he woke up, sitting there drinking coffee.

"Wake up," Fickers put down the newspaper in his hand, and said, "Today is too tired to cook breakfast. Just bake some bread for a while."

Dong Zheng responded, sitting on the sofa and pouring himself a glass of water. After seeing the identity of Fix, the relationship between the two seemed to be more relaxed.

Dong Zheng was a little anxious. The box did not have any prompts for customs clearance, which meant that there must be something important in the back.

I hope it is not too much trouble.

The boning knife that Dong Zheng used to defend himself had been put back into the kitchen. Dong Zheng glanced at the newspaper. The black headline on the headline read that Ferdinand was arrested last night.

There are still a lot of policemen gathered around the villa, pulling up a long cordon, the Ferdinand family has been involved in black for a long time, plus eight whole murders, it needs to be settled for a while.

For a while, neither of them spoke. Dong Zheng slowly recalled his every move in the box, wondering if there were any mistakes he didn't notice.

Soon, Fix stood up, he looked out the window, the murderer had been caught, the residents finally appeared on the street with peace of mind, they gathered at the gate of the yard, and whispered this pile of piles that had been coming for days Big case.

Everything seems to be back to the original ease.

Fix turned to Dong Zheng and said, "Oh, I'm not asking you not to enter the basement? Do you want to see what it looks like there?"

basement?

Dong Zheng's brow furrowed slightly, and he quickly opened his mouth quietly. Indeed, that basement where Ficks wouldn't let him in might be considered an unsolved mystery?

Dong Zheng stood up, and Fix took the key from his pocket and threw it to him, saying: "There is a key in the basement, you can open the door and see for yourself."

Dong Zheng took the key, but did not immediately go to the basement side curiously. He looked at the traces left by the photo frame on the wall and suddenly asked: "Are you really Ficks?"

"What do you mean?"

"We haven't seen each other in 20 years, and we haven't been able to remember each other's appearance for quite a long time. You see there are so many traces of photos on this wall. If you killed a real Fake before I came, I pretended to be him. , And then take down all his photos, I won't find it."

Ficks was not angry, but laughed and said: "Your conjecture is not true at all. If I kill a real Fake impostor, won't the neighbors around me find out? As for whether I am a real Fickers... ...Would you like me to talk about a few things when we were two?"

"I have almost forgotten about those." Dong Zheng smiled. Fix is ​​a real Fix, but he is not a real John.

"Those photos...was my wife." Fixton paused, whispering, "She died of illness last year, when I couldn't accept it at all, I took down all the photos of me and her."

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to be like this." This statement was the same as Dong Zheng's guess. The last doubt that was currently seen was also resolved. Dong Zheng found the key and went to the door of the basement of the stairwell. Tao: "Really let me go in to see it? Isn't it filled with the evidence you have collected over the years?"

"Meet your curiosity," Fix said.

So Dong Zheng was no longer talking nonsense. He lowered his head, facing his back to Ficks, and inserted the key into the keyhole.

However, at this moment, a small bell placed close to the chest of his shirt ignited and made a jingle, and Cui Zuojing in the prisoner space suddenly shouted: "Get down!"

Dong Zheng's reflex nerve has been very sensitive after training in many boxes and Cui Zuojing. As soon as the bell and juvenile voice started, he immediately shoved, and the sound of the gun shot exploded from behind, which was originally about to The bullet that hit his head rubbed his scalp and didn't enter the door, leaving a dark bullet hole.

Dong Zheng immediately pulled out the pistol hidden in his waist and hit it with his backhand, hitting Fix's right shoulder that was about to shoot again.

The men fell to the ground, everything was similar to what they did with the male servants in the basement last night.

Blood gushed out of the bullet hole, Ficks made a painful sound, Dong Zheng pointed his gun straight at him, alert to any other actions of his, the various things that happened at that moment just now slowly He replayed it in his head, and his cold sweat came out afterwards, almost soaking his clothes.

If it were not for Bell and Cui Zuojing to remind him in time, he was dead now.

"Why." Dong Zheng can only ask this sentence.

Fix stared closely at Dong Zheng, the wound on his shoulder was bleeding like blood, but at this moment he felt like he could not feel the pain, his face showed a greasy and crazy smile, and the voice was sharply not the middle-aged. What a man can send out: "You killed me! You killed me!"

The bell became hotter, and Dong Zheng felt a little hot across a layer of clothes. Dong Zheng took out the bell in the chaotic scream of Fix.

The bell is very small, like the kind of ornament hanging on the neck of a pet dog, but this is Dong Zheng who rented it from Heinrich for 40 points. He has always lacked a magical instrument that can work on the spirit. After visiting the prop rental office in Heimdall, I took a fancy to this small prop, and the box had a horror label. Just in case, I first walked through the back door and took it as a visitor.

As he sees it now, the bell has a detection effect on the spirit body. When there is a spirit around, it will gradually heat up with the distance, and if it is close, it will make a sound.

There are pros and cons to ringing this. The advantage is just like the one just mentioned, which can remind the user in an emergency. The disadvantage is that if the user is avoiding, as long as the bell thinks, the location will be directly exposed.

"Who are you?" Dong Zheng asked.

Fix didn't answer, just shouting repeatedly: "Kill you! You kill me! I'm going to kill you!"

Dong Zheng frowned, and there was an unbelievable guess in his heart: "George?"

Hearing Dong Zheng saying the name, Fickers was quiet for a moment, and then shouted more frantically.

Upon seeing this, Dong Zheng understood that he guessed right. George's soul was attached to Ficks at this moment, and he should be killed at any cost.

To...revenge?

Without thinking deeply about this issue for a while, Dong Zheng put away the gun that fell on the ground after being hit by Ficks, and returned to the bedroom by himself. He took the cross from the bedside table that he put there last night.

This thing was still given to him by Ficks, so he always carried it with him.

The moment Dong Zheng took the cross out in front of "Fix", the man yelled hysterically, as if he saw something terrifying, and there was uncoverable fear in his eyes, dragging his injured arm and struggling to retreat.

The cross was placed on his chest.

"Fix" screamed, rolled his eyes straight to the ground, and stopped moving.

The bell in his hand gradually lost its heat. Dong Zheng stood alertly away from the side, determined that there should be no problems, and squatted down beside Ficks to lift him up.

Only temporarily fainted.

He dragged Ficks to the sofa and temporarily stopped bleeding from his wound. It is estimated that he would go to the hospital to take out the bullets later. Dong Zheng stared at the cross, and all the logic and organization gradually became clear in his mind, connecting things together.

"Actually, the spell that the wizard first summoned George's soul was not ineffective. She succeeded."

"It's just that George's soul has never appeared. He is full of resentment and always wants to find the murderer who really killed himself."

"Finally when I went to Ferdinand's house to attend a memorial service, he saw me and finally found the person he wanted to find. In order to kill me, he was attached to Ficks."

Cui Zuojing listened quietly and said, "So how did the child determine who killed him? Because the gun that killed him was given to Mons, and Mons gave him again, so He thinks you are the murderer who killed him?"

"I guess so." Dong Zheng smiled bitterly. "Maybe he was not summoned by the wizard to be a sober soul, otherwise he wouldn't be able to deal with me, or maybe...what's wrong with the police, Mons is not a real murderer."

At this moment, Fix groaned, and the faint woke up.

"What's wrong with me?" Fickers grinned as he opened his eyes and saw a gunshot wound on his shoulder, revealing a question mark all over his head.

And Dong Zheng, at this time, finally heard the prompt sound of the box's long absence.

[You have completed all main tasks of the single box "Good Neighbor", the door has been opened, please leave within five minutes]

The living room door emits a bright white light, as long as it is pushed open, you can return to the outside world.

"George's soul was attached to you just now and wanted to kill me. I drove him away with the cross you gave me. Sorry, I beat you only to protect myself."

Ficks sat up, seemingly not surprised by what Dong Zheng said. He smiled and picked up the cross: "This is the baby I spent years finding, but it didn't disappoint me."

Dong Zheng did not speak.

Ficks ignored the wound on his shoulder. He struck a cigarette and took a deep breath, and said to Dong Zheng: "You are leaving now, you are not John, right?"

Dong Zheng looked at him in surprise. Ficks waved his hand and said, "I know that this world is not the real world. Everything is prepared for those of you who come and go in a hurry. , In your eyes, what is my name...npc, right?"

This time even Cui Zuojing was in spirit, he straightened his spine and listened attentively to Fix.

After a brief silence, Dong Zheng asked: "How do you know this?"

"I can’t remember the day when I remembered it suddenly. My memory was cleared, but it doesn’t seem to be very thorough, or it’s because I don’t know how many worlds I’ve been a npc in, and the consciousness is a bit confusing. Get up."

"Someone has washed away all my past and filled my mind with the memory of Fix, so I am playing Fix here."

"Kether." Cui Zuojing murmured.

Dong Zheng didn’t interrupt him, and Ficks seemed to have a lot of things to say. He had been working in this world for many years, with a job, a wife, and his own life, but only for him and Chen Jianguo. Be a key figure in a box journey.

He must have a lot to say.

"I am waiting here day after day, year after year, and every night when I sleep, I can find some past memories that have been washed away. I have been a diver, I have been a king, I have been a mech, and I have died in war. In the middle, it is also hidden in the sewer pipe of the wasteland like a mouse. Gradually, I found something."

It was two minutes before the door closed, but Dong Zheng still chose to listen to Ficks and told him intuitively that this would be a very important thing.

"I found that the worlds I've been in had participated in by intruders like you, and after leaving, they all moved in a more chaotic direction regardless of the ending."

"After the outbreak of chaos, all or npc will be recycled and reused, just like I used to. I witnessed that the world that was originally maintained in a delicate balance suddenly fell apart and was extremely chaotic. I could feel vaguely...this may be that The ultimate purpose of a mysterious existence that I had never known about."

Dong Zheng whispered: "It's making everything in the box even more chaotic."

"So do you call these worlds boxes?" Fix smiled. He looked at the clock that was re-hanged on the wall yesterday and said, "If you are in a hurry to leave, you can go, I know, just Only these."

Dong Zheng was indeed in a hurry. He stood up and said to Ficks: "Sorry, only five minutes are left for me after the task is completed."

Ficks nodded his understanding, the smoke in his hand was almost burned out, and finally said to Dong Zheng: "After you leave, I will soon be washed away from all memories again, filled with new ones, and I will tell you today All of these will also be forgotten, maybe I will think of it again like this time, who knows?"

Dong Zheng saw a little unwillingness in Ficks' eyes. He put his hand on the door handle and asked in the last half minute: "I'm leaving, do you have any wishes?"

Fix thought for a while and said: "I have no ability to find out the truth, but I hope that someone can really see it."

"I will."