I Was Once a Legend

The two were chatting, and it was already twelve o'clock before they knew it. Dong Zheng estimated that it was almost time for Fix to come in and adjust the clock for him, so he asked Cui Zuojing to go back first.

It rained that night, not too lightly, and it slammed on the windows, dyeing the uneven town into a gloomy and cold color.

Dong Zheng set an alarm for six o'clock for himself. After the alarm clock rang, he quickly woke up, dressed and washed, and sat in the living room to wait.

Because of the rain, the sky was still pitch black, and lightning pierced the night sky from time to time, leaving white afterimages flashing across the retina.

He sat on the sofa in the dark without turning on the light, so when Fix came back from the outside empty-handed and covered in rain at [-]:[-], he turned on the light unpreparedly, seeing Dong Zheng and being frightened There was a big jump.

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

"Thunder, I can't sleep anymore after being woken up." Dong Zheng got up and helped Fix, who was drenched in the door, pretending to be puzzled and asked: "It rained all night, why didn't you take it with you when you went out?" An umbrella?"

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Fix's face. It didn't rain when he went out at midnight, so he could only say, "Something happened on the road, and I lost my umbrella."

Dong Zheng took the wet coat from him and threw it into the laundry bucket. Looking back, he saw that a pool of water had accumulated under Fix's feet, which was slightly red, and it was obvious that there was blood somewhere.

Dong Zheng let out a "Yeah" and hurriedly asked, "Where did you get hurt? How did you do it? There's still blood."

Fix saw that he hadn't concealed it, so he simply stopped concealing it. He took off all his shirts, and there was an obvious wound on his left arm.

"I fell down on the road, and the umbrella blew away, and I hurt myself." Fix turned to look at the wound, and said, "There is a medicine box in the TV cabinet, help me get it."

Dong Zheng took the medicine box and treated Fix's wound. The contents of the medicine box in the 90s of the last century were similar to those he was familiar with. He only took one look at it and confirmed that the smoothness of the wound was definitely cut by a sharp weapon.

After disinfection with iodine, Dong Zheng bandaged Fix with gauze after seeing that the bleeding was not too much.

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

Fix hummed, and wiped off the water droplets on his body. While wiping his hair, he stared at a point in the void, as if he was thinking about something very difficult.

"Is it just this one place?"

"Ah, yes." Fix came back to his senses and smiled at him, "I'm going to take a shower, it's a bit too cold."

"Next time you go out, you should pay attention to safety. It's not peaceful recently." Dong Zheng put away the medicine box, "Okay, go and warm up quickly. I'll make breakfast today."

Fix hummed and walked out of the living room.

Fix’s figure disappeared around the corner, and Dong Zheng looked back silently. Fix is ​​not young, and his skin is a little loose, but he can still see the traces of being very strong. There are many deep and shallow spots all over his body. The scar, otherwise clean, has no tattoos.

Dong Zheng pointed his index finger at the tip of his nose, contacting Fix's recent abnormal behaviors, he had a brand new guess.

He still had to make breakfast, since Lillian came to the castle, he hadn't done anything in the kitchen for a while.

Fix didn't bring anything back today, Dong Zheng opened the refrigerator, there was no more meat in it, only some vegetables were left, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

Finally, I don't have to try to find a reason not to eat meat.

Even though it was covered by dark clouds, as time went by, the sky gradually became brighter. After Dong Zheng finished his work in the kitchen, he wiped his hands and put the simple breakfast on the table. Come out and lock the door with your back to him.

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

These words have a feeling that there is no silver 300 taels here. Dong Zheng asked: "Is it convenient? If it is not easy, I can help."

"No need, I've already taken it."

Dong Zheng nodded and didn't mention the matter of the basement. The two sat at the table and began to eat breakfast.

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

"I'll fix it with the watch in the living room tomorrow."

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

Halfway through eating, Dong Zheng asked seemingly unintentionally: "Have you suffered many injuries before? Look at the scars on your body."

Fix: "I used to travel all over the world when I was young and did a lot of things, but I only settled down in recent years."

He didn't answer directly, probably because there was something that was not easy for others to know.

Dong Zheng seemed to have no doubts, and said: "Looking at the rain, I guess it won't stop for a while, and I don't know if something will happen today."

"Probably not." Fix lowered his head, he was still chewing something, and his words were a little unclear, "So many people have already died, and the police have come so many times, this place has long been theirs Eyeliner, no matter how rampant a killer is, he has to change his attack."

Dong Zheng: "If I were that murderer, I would have run away long ago when I saw so many policemen coming every day."

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

After a while, Fix finished the last sip of egg drop soup, put down the bowl, and said, "I really didn't expect that your cooking tasted so good, weren't you a rich man before?"

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

After the meal, the two went back to rest separately. Cui Zuojing lay on the bed in the prisoner's space, watching the things that happened to Dong Zheng like watching a movie, and said, "Is he also suspicious of you?"

"Obviously." Dong Zheng let Cui Zuojing out, he opened the window, and the steamy wind blew into the room: "I have tried my best to perform, but there must be some negligence, Fix is ​​not careless People, will definitely notice."

It rained all day.

Fix slept until the afternoon as usual, and Dong Zheng took care of lunch on his own. When the two met again, they were already preparing dinner. Dong Zheng came out of the room, Fix sat on the sofa, and there was a silver cup on the coffee table in front of him. little things.

Seeing Dong Zheng come out, Fix threw the thing to him and said, "Take this with you at all times."

"What?" Dong Zheng took it in his hand and realized it was a cross.

"Just take it with you." Fix stood up and walked to the kitchen. "What's for dinner?"

Dong Zheng put the cross in his pocket and thought, does even Fix believe in the idea of ​​George's revenge?

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

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

"Okay." Fix agreed, "Get ready for the clothes to wear, and you will go with me tomorrow."

Fix didn't bring the newspaper today, but there was no police car coming from the town, so no one died.

Dong Zheng can be sure that there are hidden lines planted by the police everywhere in the town now, but he has not discovered it. Although he is not very clear about how the western police handled cases in this era, major cases such as serial vicious murders will definitely not be handled by the police. Ordinary police do it.

10 month 20 day.

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

The house of Ferdinand's family is almost a palace. Standing at the door, Dong Zheng saw the tall tower standing in the center of the building, and suddenly realized that the spire that he could see every day when he opened the window turned out to be his house.

In addition to the residents of Wisteria Town, some relatives and friends of Ferdinand came here after hearing the news. At least 200 people came here. The housekeeper and servants led the guests who came to mourn, and recorded the memorial gifts sent by everyone.

Dong Zheng saw that Fix gave the servant the box he brought under his arm along the way, but he didn't know what was inside, but with Fix's character, he didn't think it would be too delicate.

The living room of Ferdinand's house was as big as a banquet hall, and it didn't feel crowded with about two hundred people. There must have been various parties here before.

Some police guarded the outside and did not enter the door, responsible for security work, but there must be plainclothes mixed in the crowd.

During this time, almost no one would go out, and Dong Zheng couldn't meet them, so he didn't know them well, but someone was always saying hello to Fix, making him look popular.

This greeting was bound to be curious about Dong Zheng, who was brought by Fix. Fix only introduced his friends who lived here temporarily, and didn't say a word about anything else.

Everyone greeted each other, and when there were not too many people around, Fix asked in a low voice: "Have you brought the things I gave you?"

Dong Zheng: "Take 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 that Dong Zheng saw the key figure in the development of this plot. He is 56 years old and a typical white man. Face, gray hair, and strong body, but because of the loss of his beloved son, his mental state is not very good.

Beside him was a man about 30 years old, very ordinary-looking, but luxuriously dressed, and together with Ferdinand's valet, helped him to the front of the stage.

As if he could sense Dong Zheng's doubts, Fix explained in a low voice: "This is Mons, Mr. Ferdinand's eldest son. He is 30 years old this year and was adopted by him."

"He doesn't look too sad."

Fix was noncommittal: "Who knows."

Ferdinand said some words, thanking everyone for taking the time to come to this memorial service, saying that his youngest son George is such a lovely child and how much he loves him, expressing his pain and remembrance, and hoping that the police can find the person who killed George as soon as possible murderer.

Dong Zheng looked around while listening. There was a black and white photo of George on the wall of the hall. He was indeed a very cute child, smiling brightly at the camera.

Ferdinand has not married a wife until now, and George's biological mother is not here. Mons and his valet are standing beside him.

Dong Zheng observed the two carefully and secretly, and suddenly found that the white gloved right hand of the servant was slightly bloated, as if something else was stuffed in the glove.

For example gauze.