I Was Once a Legend

10 month 16 day.

After they had breakfast, Fix suggested that they tidy up the yard together, and Dong Zheng readily agreed.

Yesterday's heart-to-heart talk was not useless, at least the distance between the two of them was obviously shortened a lot, and the sense of alienation was almost gone.

Dong Zheng followed Fix to the yard, and the two took tools to get rid of those wilting plants.Dong Zheng was working when he suddenly heard the sound of a car braking suddenly, followed by a muffled bang.

When he looked up, the poor passer-by had been knocked aside, 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 over, only to see blood all over the place, and the man who fell on the ground had not moved.

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

Fix crossed the blood on the floor and went to see the man's condition. He reached out and touched the side of the man's neck, but he couldn't feel the pulse. He got up and shook his head at Dong Zheng: "It will take nearly an hour for the ambulance to arrive here, and he is hopeless."

Fix’s hands were still stained with the blood of the dead, and apart from a touch of sadness, there was not much fear on his face. Even though Dong Zheng had experienced many life-and-death moments in the box, seeing the miserable corpse in front of him suddenly made him feel ashamed. Some discomfort, but why is Fisk so calm?

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

"Yeah." Fix turned and went back to the yard, "When someone comes out and sees it, they will call the police."

Dong Zheng glanced at the cannon fodder in the box for the last time, maintaining his persona as a silly, sweet and rich man and asked: "Why, basically no one will come out now, and I have to wait for others to see it, maybe when will I have to wait? "

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

This seems to be just a small episode. The death in a car accident is no longer a wave to Wisteria Town. Everyone's spirits are exhausted by the serial murders. How can they care about an accident?

But a theory gradually spread.

Dong Zheng only found out when he was chatting with Mrs. Meade. He would go out every morning when Fix was sleeping to inquire about the situation. After all, if he did not go out as Fix asked, he would be unable to do anything.

Mrs. Meade often took care of the plants in the garden. She couldn't bear the dull and almost suffocating atmosphere in the town today, and wanted to find someone to chat with. Dong Zheng seized this point and obtained as much information as possible.

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

"Keep down." Mrs. Meade made a silent gesture with her eyes wide open. She looked around and saw that there was no one else, and then lowered her voice, "Little George was definitely killed. How peaceful and peaceful the town was before, since After his death, these horrible things happened one after another, even the police couldn’t handle it, it must be George’s ghost, and the ghost with resentment is the scariest thing.”

"In this way... If George's ghost really exists, would he have any specific goals for killing people?"

Mrs. Meade said: "I don't know about it. Anyway, I heard Mrs. Ford talking loudly about George's illegitimate child in the garden before. Maybe George overheard it by accident... Ah, you don't want to give this to others. Said, although everyone in the town basically knows about it."

"Don't worry, I won't talk nonsense." Dong Zheng assured, he frowned and thought for a while, and said, "Is there a child in Mr. Ferdinand's family?"

"Mengsi is the son he adopted on his previous voyage. He has never been able to give birth to a child, so he raised Mengsi as his heir. As a result, he got lucky at the age of 40 and gave birth to little George with his lover. That's why he loves him so much. Children." Mrs. Meade whispered, "These are things that the whole town knows, so I'm telling you."

Dong Zheng nodded and said, "In that case, no one suspects Mengsi?"

Mrs. Meade said with a smile: "These are things the police have to consider. All we can do is try our best to keep our lives alive. But if it's really a ghost... we can only resign ourselves to fate."

When Dong Zheng returned home, the corpse on the road outside the yard had disappeared, leaving only a pool of horrible blood.He looked around, but he didn't see any sign of the police coming, so he could only keep his doubts in his heart and went into the house.

Fix had already woken up, and was sitting in the living room smoking a cigarette in a daze. He was staring at the traces of the rectangular frame on the wall, surrounded by smoke, and fell into a decadent meditation.

There should have been a picture of him with someone there.

Dong Zheng speculated that it was probably a woman. After several days of his observation of Fix, this gentleman was unkempt. Like most middle-aged men, he wore his clothes for a week without changing them and never cleaned them. , The garbage is placed on the table.

The original decoration and layout of the room are very particular, full of life atmosphere, whether it is the traces of the many photo frames that once existed on the wall, the style and arrangement of the furniture, and the dusty vase in the corner, all show that there was once a Careful and life-like people live with him.

Is it the wife?

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

"It was too boring at home, so I walked around the yard, met the wife next door, and had a chat." Dong Zheng was not nervous, as if as long as he acted like a normal person, nothing would happen.

When Fix saw this, he 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 the police come over to deal with it? I think that person's body is gone."

Fix smiled, took a deep breath with the cigarette in his mouth, and when Dong Zheng thought there would be no answer, he murmured in a low voice: "Who knows? Maybe it was stolen by someone. .”

Another two days passed.

Every night, Dong Zheng could hear the sound of Fix going out. This man set off in the early hours of the morning and didn't come back until after dawn.

And during this time, another person died.

So far, counting the missing persons, there have been 7 victims. The whole town is panic-stricken. Three families moved out directly, including Mrs. Meade's family who provided Dong Zheng with a lot of information. The house could not be sold. It is empty.

10 month 19 day.

Ever since he realized that the plot jump may contain traps, Dong Zheng did not choose to jump again. Anyway, he is not in a hurry, and the spare time in the box is also convenient for training the core ability. He is even more bored.

These days Cui Zuojing is almost getting hairy in the prisoner's space, Naihe has already agreed with Dong Zheng to let him pass the customs alone, plus he has no reasonable identity in the box, if he comes out rashly and is seen by others Easy to handle.

So Cui Zuojing could only come out for a while when Fix was sleeping or going out. Dong Zheng took a pack of poker from the small drawer under the coffee table in the living room, and the two sat on the bed in the second bedroom and locked the door behind them, pulling the curtains , playing for hours.

Cui Zuojing is still keen to use his thousand skills in front of Dong Zheng. The last time he was caught by Dong Zheng in the doll's house, he has long forgotten. Dong Zheng didn't expose it, so he let him play. , but now he is not the same as he was in a doll's house.

At that time, he relied entirely on his previous experience and some simple probability calculations to play blackjack, 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 on whether to continue to draw cards based on the face value of the existing cards. After several experiments, he found that the accuracy It was better than he imagined.

After playing like this for a day, Cui Zuojing found that sometimes he couldn't beat Dong Zheng even if he played a thousand, so he felt bored. He threw the cards in his hand, spread out on the bed, and swayed with one foot up. He said with a long voice, "It's so boring."

"Play something else if you're bored." Dong Zheng put down the cards, "How can you be bored with a big living person like me?"

"It's because of you that I'm bored." Cui Zuojing sighed, "What's the fun with you?"

Dong Zheng: "We can take this opportunity to develop a relationship."

Cui Zuojing looked at him for a moment, with vigilant eyes, he took Dong Zheng's pillow and hugged it in his arms, and said: "I warn you, don't have other ideas, you said you wanted to pursue me, but you locked me in I haven't settled the accounts for you in the prisoner's space yet."

"These are all force majeure." Dong Zheng also lay down. The bed in the second bedroom was a long single bed. Dong Zheng and Cui Zuojing, who had obviously grown up, were lying a bit crowded. Can feel the temperature of the other person: "If you don't want to play, just chat."

"What are you talking about?" Cui Zuojing moved to the side uncomfortably. Ever since Dong Zheng said those words to him, when he faced Dong Zheng again, he always had a strange feeling in his heart, as if something had been captured. It was hard and suppressed, and he couldn't go up or down, which made him uncomfortable.

Intuition told him that if he really got his feelings back, things might develop in a direction that he couldn't predict.

But one thing Cui Zuojing couldn't deny was that when he was with Dong Zheng, he seldom felt in a bad mood.

It's as if Cui Zuojing is bored now, and it's just boring. If others tied him by his side and didn't do anything serious, he might have been so tired of beating people up.

"Let's talk about things in the real world." Dong Zheng said, he looked sideways at Cui Zuojing, the outline of the young man was a little stiffer than when the two first met, "I want to know more about you."

"The real world..." Cui Zuojing smiled, "If you really look at it seriously, I'm just an ordinary person in the real world."

"Do you know how I got here? When I was 16 years old, I took a leave of absence to go home for my birthday, but was targeted by a murderer. Before that, I was just a good boy in the eyes of my teachers and parents. Yes, I can get into a good university and live in a big city in the future.

"Not long after I came back from the Pure White Realm, my family knew what happened to me, and they chose to believe me instead of taking me to see a psychiatrist.

"Since then, I have basically stayed at home. The frozen time did cause me a lot of trouble, but if I really want to interact with people, it's not a big problem. Seriously speaking... I Maybe it’s a 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 went from junior high school to university, and I felt bored."

Cui Zuojing paused, he looked at Dong Zheng, and said what he had never said to anyone else: "Instead of becoming one of countless ordinary people and working for a living in the city, I Maybe... still like it here."

"You like to take risks, I've seen it from a very early age." Dong Zheng asked softly, "That's why you chose to come back, isn't it?"

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

"In the eight years since I went back, I have been unable to integrate into the real world again. I dream every night, dreaming of the people I have met, dreaming of the train passing the platform, dreaming of all the impossible possibilities here, And boxes overflowing with fantasy."

"I knew from then on that sooner or later I would come back. I would come back and save it all by myself, not end it."