Two months later, on the border of Fenrui, in an inconspicuous small farm.
Zhang Heng wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the ax in his hand, and moved the split firewood back to the firewood room for stacking. When he opened the door and walked into the living room, there was already steaming bread and freshly baked bread on the table. Fish soup out of the pot.
The 67-year-old Greta is the owner of this farm. Her man and only son were killed in the flames of war. Another daughter married to the United States. She kindly took in the two people who came to stay here more than a month ago.
After learning that the two had nowhere to go, she warmly invited them to stay again.
It just so happened that the farm was short of manpower to help, so the two lived there. To the outside, Greta only said that the two were relatives of the man in the United States, and Zhang Heng's fluent English also proved this from the side.
As for Simon, she didn't speak much as always, but as time went by, her boring personality was gradually accepted by the people around her.
The weapons of the two were thrown away halfway, and the gunshot wound on Simon's shoulder was healed by a small town doctor. She had no relatives, and her only grandfather had passed away the year before last. In a sense, there is nothing to worry about.
After the battle by the lake, Zhang Heng originally wanted to take the girl to the United States, but after thinking about it, he found that this was a bit unrealistic. The distance between the United States and Finland is too far, and it may not be possible to arrive in a while. , and Simon's English is also average, in comparison, it is not as good as staying in Sweden, which borders Finland.
The former used to be one of the principalities of the latter. Many Finns can speak Swedish, and in small villages like this borderline, most people have mastered two languages. Greta is one of them. One, at least here Simon has no communication barriers.
Zhang Heng saw the girl coming back from the outside through the window. She was carrying a shotgun and a dead rabbit and fox in her hand.
Simon put the prey he had shot in the kitchen, put the shotgun back in the attic, and then came down to wash his hands and eat.
Grandma Greta filled a bowl full of fish soup for everyone, and Zhang Heng thanked them in Finnish, just like every night before.
The three finished their dinner in a harmonious atmosphere and said good night to each other.
Early the next morning, Greta prepared food for the two of them early and put it in a basket.
Instead of wearing his usual hunting clothes, Simon changed into a floral skirt, which the old man originally made for his daughter. It looked a bit small on Simon, and the latter seemed a little out of place with this dress.
Greta smiled and handed over the picnic basket in her hand, and said to the two, "Have fun."
Zhang Heng took the basket and hugged the old man, "Goodbye, Greta."
"Goodbye, child."
The old man was waving at the door. The two looked like young couples going out for an outing. Zhang Heng rode a bicycle and drove Simon through the fields of the farm, the square in the center of the town, and the hospital with blood donation advertisements... Feeling all the way The exotic scenery around you.
The Soviet-Finnish war has temporarily come to an end, but the flames of war in the entire European continent have just ignited. Because of its status as a neutral country, Sweden is one of the few countries that survived the catastrophe, and it can be regarded as a paradise in World War II.
Zhang Heng parked his bicycle on a grassy field outside the town. The two climbed up the grassy slope with a picnic basket and saw the sea of flowers on the other side. Zhang Heng didn't know the names of the small white flowers below.
Speaking of which, the national flower of Finland seems to be a white flower called lily of the valley, but unfortunately he came at the wrong time, and there is still a month or two before the flowering period, so it should be missed.
This was the last day he stayed in this dungeon. Zhang Heng had confessed to Simon very early that this day was coming. The girl didn't say anything, but just made an appointment with him for this last outing.
The two walked around the streets of the town, fished in the pond, played poker for a while, and then shared Greta's carefully prepared caviar sandwiches at the top of the slope, but they still didn't say much.
This is also the way the two are most accustomed to getting along.
The breeze blew Simon's hair and skirt, and finally the girl rested her head on someone's lap and closed her eyes...
Zhang Heng glanced at the time on the watch, took off his coat, and covered Simon's body. The sleeping girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly.
The next moment Zhang Heng heard the familiar voice.
[The return deadline has been reached, and the task is completed and confirmed...]
[Welcome to the Mannerheim Defense Line of the customs clearance copy, the third round of the game is over, and you will return to the real world soon...]
...
Zhang Heng opened his eyes from the deck, and felt as if he had passed away.
Obviously, this round of the game has the shortest time, but because of the strong pressure of death, he lives extraordinarily hard every minute and every second, and returning from the war-torn World War II to today's civilized society, he is like It is a time that has passed through a hundred years.
It's just that there is no one who depends on each other anymore.
...
This time Zhang Heng sat in the booth for half an hour before standing up, and as he got up, something slipped out of his pocket, Zhang Heng lowered his head, and was stunned when he saw that thing Startled.
This is a small piece of animal bone necklace that the girl has been wearing around her neck. It is much smaller than the piece of bone thrown to him by the old man in Tang suit before, only the size of a fingernail.
A tall red pine is engraved on it, with thick branches and complicated root system.
Zhang Heng didn't know when Simon quietly put this thing into his pocket, but since he could bring it back, it meant that this little thing was also a game prop.
After more than 140 days, Zhang Heng originally thought that he would never encounter game props in the third round of the game, but he did not expect that game props to be by his side all the time.
He wasn't in a hurry to ask the bartender lady for an appraisal, because since Simon had worn it for so long, it meant that it shouldn't have any negative effects.
Right now he has something more to be identified.
——The bone fragment of Moresby, Zhang Heng followed the advice of the old man in Tang suit, and tried not to reveal his relationship with the other party, so he waited until the end of this round of the game before he had the opportunity to get this piece from the copy of the game. Give the game props to the bartender lady.
With the latter's usual fishing attitude, when he saw the things in Zhang Heng's hands, he couldn't help but look up at him more, and said suspiciously, "I know you have lucky rabbit feet, but will this bonus be worth it? Too exaggerated? Three rounds of dungeons and three game props? Are you the illegitimate child of Lady Luck?"