I Was Once a Legend

The servant was in his thirties, with a straight face and a strong figure. He stood respectfully behind Ferdinand's side. When the three of them were together, if they weren't distinguished by their clothes, they would have felt more like Ferdinand's eldest son than Mons.

Ferdinand's grief was beyond words. When he was old, he lost his most beloved youngest son, his only biological son, whom he had been looking forward to for many years. He was almost on the verge of collapse.

"I heard that George is this gentleman's child?" Dong Zheng asked Fix in a low voice.

Fix hummed, and sighed: "That's why it's hard to accept it now. It's impossible for anyone to accept it."

It was difficult for Ferdinand to give birth to children. At this age, it is impossible to raise another child as an heir.

Dong Zheng found that Fix was not against telling him the news about Ferdinand's family. He was sneaky and deliberately prevented Dong Zheng from going out in the middle of the night, but he didn't have much taboo about these murders.

When it was time for free memorial service, Ferdinand quickly left the hall. As the protagonist in a certain sense of the memorial service, he should have heard what everyone said about George's life.

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

Judging from the atmosphere at the memorial service and the attitude of the residents, they still liked this gentleman quite a bit. Just like what the newspaper said, Ferdinand had contributed money to help Wisteria Town build roads several times, and was keen on charity.

Fix didn't know where he went, and Dong Zheng didn't want to look for him. It happened that there was no one around, so he could explore the house.

Except for the first floor, which was responsible for entertaining the guests and holding the memorial service, the rest of the villa was closed to other people, and the doors were tightly locked.

Taking advantage of the negligence of his servants, Dong Zheng sneaked up to the second floor. A rather large oval mirror was hung on the wall facing the stairs. Going up, it seems that two identical people are approaching each other, or... they are getting into the mirror step by step.

Such a layout is not only uncomfortable, but also has an invisible evil spirit. Dong Zheng stood sideways where the mirror could not see it, and looked at the dense patterns on the frame.

It is completely different from the decorative lines. The carvings on it use an extremely abstract technique to outline distorted human figures. Dong Zheng glanced at it in a hurry and didn't look carefully. If you find it, you have to hurry up and explore other places.

Most of the rooms on both sides of the corridor have closed doors, and this small purple purse is hung next to each door. Dong Zheng stretched out his hand and squeezed it, which felt very fragmentary.

He leaned forward and sniffed it carefully again, a very peculiar aroma wafted into his nostrils, which made him feel sick immediately, and took two steps back in a dizzy manner.

Just smelling the smell that remained in the nasal cavity and it lingered for a long time, Dong Zheng frowned and took a few deep breaths of normal air, but he still couldn't suppress the disgusting feeling.

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

Dong Zheng thought, and continued to explore quietly.

He walked to the hallway at the end of the corridor, which was connected to a room, which was arranged like a lounge. There were two luxurious wooden chairs beside the coffee table, one of which was stained with a large amount of blood, which was marked with white chalk and drawn. The silhouette of a man.

It is probably here that George Jr. "dowed a gun and committed suicide".

Probably due to the request of the police, the crime scene was well preserved. However, it has been more than ten days since the incident, and the scene has long been thoroughly investigated and is of no use, so no one was sent to guard it.

It is worth mentioning that there is a strange statue on the chair, about [-] centimeters high, it is a naked humanoid statue with its arms around itself, the head of the statue is very large, rectangular, almost occupying It was a third of the size, wearing a collar, with a few strokes of dark red and dark green paint on it.

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

No one could give him an answer, Cui Zuojing asked in the prisoner's space: "Do you think there will be supernatural elements in this dungeon?"

"It's hard to say." Dong Zheng smiled, "If you really want to, I hope you don't have to stare at me."

Dong Zheng stood by the window and looked out. Below is the inner courtyard of the garden, surrounded by the buildings of the villa, which cannot be seen from the outside.

The plants in the garden were well taken care of, and there was even a small fountain spraying water in the middle. Dong Zheng leaned against the wall and looked out, so as not to be spotted by people outside the window.

A black thing is hidden in the shadow of the tree, only a corner of the outline is exposed, it seems to be a black car.

Dong Zheng narrowed his eyes. He remembered that the car that had hit and killed a passerby on the spot that morning seemed to be black as well.

Nowadays, there should not be many people in the whole town who can drive a car.

Dong Zheng made up his mind to go down and take a closer look to see if it was the car that hit the dead man that day. He walked out of the room where the crime was committed, and just as he turned the corner and was about to go downstairs, he bumped into the maid who came up to it.

The maid reminded him kindly: "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, but I got lost. I didn't mean to come up." Dong Zheng played the image of a reserved guest very well, "Can I ask where the bathroom is? ?"

"I'll take you there."

Going back to the first floor, passing through the people talking with each other, George, as the son of a wealthy businessman, is not very old, and the interaction with everyone is actually not as much as imagined, so after a brief discussion, everyone's topics inevitably come up again. The morning is like the dark clouds that have shrouded Wisteria Town in recent days-this series of serial murders.

"Is the murderer someone from our town? I haven't seen anyone move in recently."

"Yes, isn't there a friend of his who lives in Fix's house?"

The speaker caught a glimpse of Dong Zheng passing by them, immediately silenced, and smiled at Dong Zheng.

Dong Zheng also smiled back at her. To be honest, he didn't think much about the fact that the residents of Wisteria Town would doubt him. It's just the elements that make up the box world.

He walked past the two who were talking.

But to be careful, if he was a resident of Wisteria Town, he would definitely be suspicious of 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 managed to enter through the bathroom window. His landing point was in the bushes, and an apple tree just covered his figure.

Dong Zheng crouched behind a tree and waited for the servants to pass by before approaching the position he had seen from the second floor step by step.

The car was parked in a very hidden location. If Dong Zheng hadn't reached the second floor, he wouldn't be able to see it from the window in the hall.

It's reliable, Dong Zheng can almost be sure that this is the hit-and-run vehicle that day, although it was only a glimpse that day, but in the process of gradually improving the core, 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.

Judging from the position of the passer-by on the ground, after the car knocked him into the air, the left wheel ran over the corpse's leg again. Dong Zheng checked the tire carefully, and finally saw a small area in the depression of the left front wheel tire pattern that had not been cleaned up. Clean blood.

This is the car.

Thinking of the disappearance of the body and Fix's words "Who knows? Maybe it was stolen by someone", Dong Zheng hissed. He reconfirmed that there was no one around, and turned his gaze to the rear door .

The noisy conversation of the people in the banquet hall was not very clear. Finally, Dong Zheng saw a little blood stain that was hard to detect in the gap at the lower end of the car door.

Having found the clue he wanted, Dong Zheng didn't delay for a minute, and immediately turned around and left the car. He returned to the bathroom the same way he came, rubbed the mud on the floor that had just been stepped on from the flower bed, Shi Shi Then returned to the banquet hall.

After the accident, the vehicle that was originally thought to have escaped returned to the original place while no one was paying attention, and brought the body back on the back seat.

Brought it back to the house.

What do they want the dead body for?And who was instigated by the person who brought back the corpse?Ferdinand or Mons?

Dong Zheng brought a glass of lemonade from the table, but Fix didn't know where he was. He had no acquaintances and didn't know the little George, so he couldn't mourn, so he could only listen to the conversations of the people around him silently.

Most of what they talked about were anecdotes among neighbors. After such a big incident, no one had the time to visit the house during this period of time. They just took advantage of the opportunity of the memorial service to exchange gossip information with each other urgently.

After talking, the conversation inevitably turned to the murder case.

"Why did the murderer have to take away the left hand of the corpse?"

"Didn't you say that George's ghost came here to take revenge?"

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

"I don't know...but do you remember? When George was ten years old, he was playing in the yard with the children of the Bailey family. He accidentally fell from a tree and broke his left hand. It took him a long time to recover from the operation. It seems like he hasn't been working very well with the little finger on his left hand since then."

"Could it be related to this?"

"Who knows, it's a pity to lose such a smart child, but this murderer is really powerful. He killed several people in a row, and the police have come so many times, and he hasn't been caught until now."

"..."

George had surgery on his left hand?

Dong Zheng wrote down this clue that he didn't know what was useful so far. He always felt that the box should not allow him to decipher the cause of George's death. material.

He listened for a while, but did not get any useful information, and the clues that these ordinary residents knew were extremely limited.Dong Zheng had nothing to do, so he started wandering around again.

Based on the idea of ​​being familiar with the second time, Dong Zheng also wanted to go to the second floor to see if there were any clues he had ignored before. He had just walked up the stairs, and before he reached the second floor, he saw a missing person in the mirror familiar figure.