"Just call me Mead." This remark really resonated with the aunt, and she sighed sincerely: "Who said no, I want to move out."
Dong Zheng: "Mr. Ferdinand's child is the first case. I don't know when the police will be able to catch the hateful murderer."
"Yeah." Mrs. Mead said, "How could such a good child as George... Mr. Ferdinand said yesterday that if the murderer can't be caught, and the grievances of George cannot be appeased, they won't be buried."
The two watched in silence as the police entered and exited the house next door. Old Ford sat on the doorstep, wiping his tears with his head down.
"Do you know how long Mr. Fix moved here?" Dong Zheng asked after a while.
"He? He's lived here for seven or eight years."
"Then do you know what he did before?"
Mrs. Mead immediately cast a suspicious look at him, Dong Zheng hilariously, and explained with a smile: "He and I were childhood friends, we haven't seen each other for many years, and I don't know much about his past. , and it's not easy to ask him directly, I can only ask you."
Perhaps Dong Zheng's sincere appearance was deceptive, and Mrs. Mead finally gave him the answer: "He stopped working when he came here, and we don't know what he did before he moved."
Fine. It's not that there was no gain at all. After thanking Mrs. Mead, Dong Zheng left.
As for the case of the Ford family, he must be able to see it in the newspapers soon. Dong Zheng returned to the house. Compared with other people's houses, Fix's garden was a bit desolate, and he probably never took care of it carefully.
He didn't find any useful information in the garden, and after returning to the room, he fell into thought.
"How do you feel?" Cui Zuojing asked. After agreeing to let Dong Zheng clear the customs alone, he never told Dong Zheng what he thought - in fact, he didn't think he could think of things, the other party would Unexpected.
"The clues are still not enough." Dong Zheng sat by the bed, "I need to go to the bedroom of Rich and Fix to have a look."
"Where's the basement?" Cui Zuojing asked. "He's reminding him not to go to the basement. There's a problem at first glance."
"If you rush to explore when you don't have time, I'm afraid I won't die here." Dong Zheng fingered his trousers and said, "Do you want to come out and accompany me for a while?"
Cui Zuojing sneered: "What's there to accompany this?"
"Aren't you bored after spending so long in the prison cell?"
Dong Zheng poked at Cui Zuojing's pain point at once, and the boy thought for a second before he came out.
He has always disliked the feeling of being in the prisoner's space. Cui Zuojing stood by the window and looked out. When he opened the window, the cool autumn wind was blowing on him, and all of a sudden, the dullness was blown away.
"It would be interesting for that Fix to suddenly push the door and come in at this time."
"No, he should sleep until the afternoon." Dong Zheng lay on his back on the bed, thinking about every clue so far.
Soon he thought that he had not read today's newspaper. Dong Zheng went to the living room to fetch today's newspaper. The headline was still the progress of the police's case handling. They gave the mysterious serial killer a code name called L.
L, the left of the left hand
Dong Zheng shook his head for some reason and put the newspaper back in its place.
Cui Zuojing was looking around the room curiously. He also found traces of the photo frame on the wall, and looked at the vase that had already fallen into gray in the corner, but said nothing.
"Is this really horse meat?" Cui Zuojing opened the refrigerator and asked.
Dong Zheng: "I don't know."
"Anyway, whether it is or not, you have already eaten it on the first day." Cui Zuojing looked back at him, smiling like a little devil, "If there is a chance, I really want to taste the taste of human flesh. "
"There is still soup in the pot, you can try it if you want to drink it."
Cui Zuojing pouted, afraid of waking Fix, closed the refrigerator door gently, and muttered, "It's boring."
Dong Zheng laughed: "I'm trying my best to satisfy your wishes."
"I'll make you crooked again." Cui Zuojing fell on the sofa and sighed faintly, "You speed up the customs clearance, it's too boring, I want to go out."
"Boring?" Dong Zheng stood behind the sofa, stretched out his hand and pinched Cui Zuojing's face, and was slapped away, "Are you still bored looking at me?"
Cui Zuojing made a face at him, and pressed one hand on the small grass coat of arms on the back of his left hand, "Let's go, don't delay your business."
There was still the soft touch of the boy's cheek on his fingertips, Dong Zheng rubbed his fingers, went back to the room, faced the clock, and chose to jump to the next plot point.
What he saw this time was still a dark room.
There was another movement of Fix going out from outside, and the clock on the wall was still at five in the morning, asking him if he wanted to make a plot jump.
But this time Dong Zheng didn't skip the time. He sat on the bed and waited patiently, looking at the few text messages in his mobile phone one after another, and even created a notepad to use the unique characteristics of this era. On his square-headed mobile phone, he entered the clues he had obtained one by one in the notepad.
Time passed by minute by minute.
The clock on the wall already pointed to half past six. Usually, Fix should go home and start making breakfast. However, it was still dark outside the window, and there was no movement in the room during the cooking.
really. Dong Zheng closed the phone and put it in his pocket. He didn't have the habit of locking the door when he slept. Even if he had, Fix could go in and out with the key. After he fell asleep, Fix deliberately adjusted the time on his bedroom clock to make himself think he was out at five o'clock.
After the plot jump, Dong Zheng will only wake up at 6:45. Before that, Fix just needs to adjust the time back to normal.
This is a trap set for him by the box using the plot jump function - it is deliberately making it more difficult for clues to be found. As long as the plot jump is selected, it is impossible to find this tricky.
The watch in the living room is probably taken off for this purpose... Dong Zheng is not sure whether he will continue to struggle to determine what time Fix will leave or make a plot jump.
Since Fix adjusted the clock, it meant that he should go out for more than one and a half hours, and then contacting the other party to sleep would be a morning behavior. Dong Zheng speculated that he should have gone out at twelve or around one o'clock.
If you want to stay up until bedtime tomorrow, let's see what time he leaves the door.
Dong Zheng made up his mind and jumped to the plot.
October 15.
Fix made the broth that day, and Dong Zheng still said he was sick. Maybe they also ate that meat for lunch or dinner, but it didn’t matter if the body was not under Dong Zheng’s control at that time. .
"Hey, where's the watch on the wall?" Dong Zheng asked, staring at the wall.
Fix's expression was very natural: "Oh, I don't know why the watch didn't go away. I didn't find someone to repair it, so I took it down temporarily."
Dong Zheng couldn't find anything wrong with these words, and said, "Why don't you put the watch in my room outside."
"No, no." Fix waved his hand, "I'll fix it in two days, it won't get in the way."
Fix went to bed again after dinner. Dong Zheng looked out the window. The street was empty. Even if he went out, he couldn't find any suitable clues, so he went back to his room.
This time, he didn't choose to jump in time. Staying alone in the room might bring unbearable boredom to many people, but for Dong Zheng, it was just a chance to train his abilities.
Besides, he wasn't really alone either.
After chatting with Cui Zuojing for a while, Dong Zheng entered the core. The gate of the temple floating on the dome has not been opened for him again until now, and he is not too anxious, and continues to sort out the data flow according to the unfinished progress yesterday. running line.
Since his ability is to digitize thinking, it means that a lot of computer knowledge and principles can also be used in this area. Dong Zheng has been trying to compress data recently - hence the name Siyi, which is to collect and process a large amount of information. , so that they can be stored in less space.
If he can really do this, his memory ability will be greatly improved.
But until now this is limited to a concept, from the germination of the idea to the real realization, no one knows how long it will take before it is finally completed.
The core world will make people forget the passage of time. When Dong Zheng came out with a lot of interest, the sky was already getting dark. He ate little breakfast, and he didn't eat lunch. In addition, the training ability caused a headache, and it really started to feel uncomfortable. .
Dong Zheng quickly walked out of the room and saw Fix sitting on the lounge chair on the balcony, smoking a cigarette, looking at the descending sunset, his eyes were heavy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
With an obvious loneliness between his eyebrows, Dong Zheng stopped at the door of the living room and slowly frowned.
But soon, Dong Zheng adjusted the expression on his face. He walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and asked Fix naturally, "What's for dinner tonight?"
After dinner, Fix left everything to Dong Zheng to pick up, and sat on the sofa to watch TV. Dong Zheng washed the dishes and chatted with him.
When Dong Zheng talked about his past glory and downfall, he didn't have a friend who would help him. He wondered if he had failed too much as a human being. John's experience has also happened to many people he knows. No one can be undefeated in business. General, there are many examples of failing to get up because of an investment failure. Dong Zheng doesn't even need to make up his own words, he can tell the truth.
Fix and him sighed together. Dong Zheng originally thought that after the two of them chatted, Fix could feel and say something about himself, but he didn't expect the other party to keep silent.
Dong Zheng didn't force it. Fix's past should also be the key to exploring the box. When night fell, the two went back to their rooms after chatting.
Dong Zheng quietly waited for Fix to go out.
He was lying on the bed, and soon fell asleep in a daze. In a dream, he heard someone entering his room. The life in the box made Dong Zheng fall into a light sleep and woke up almost immediately.
He increased the data flow of the visual port to strengthen his vision, and through the light coming in from the corridor outside the door, he could clearly see that it was less than five in the morning.
Fix lightly took off the clock, adjusted the time to five o'clock, hung up the clock, looked at Dong Zheng to make sure he was not awake, then left the second bedroom and closed the door.
Finally caught you.
Dong Zheng breathed a long sigh of relief. From 1:00 a.m. to 6:30 in the morning, he sneaked out at night. If there was no problem, he would be a ghost.
Although he can't keep up with it directly, but after figuring out the time, he already has what he wants.
Dong Zheng closed his eyes and still did not choose to jump to the plot. After waiting for so long, he needed a real rest this night.