October 16.
After the two had breakfast, Fix suggested that the two would tidy up the yard together, and Dong Zheng readily agreed.
Yesterday's heart-to-heart conversation was not without effect, at least the distance between the two had obviously narrowed a lot, and the sense of alienation was almost gone.
Dong Zheng followed Fix to the yard, and the two of them took tools to get rid of all those wilting plants. Dong Zheng was working when he suddenly heard the sound of a car slamming, followed by a muffled thud.
When he looked up, the poor passerby had been knocked to the side, and the black car that caused the accident hurried away.
Dong Zheng was startled, he immediately pushed open the door of the yard and ran over, only to see blood on the ground, and the man who fell to the ground had stopped moving.
He was very calm, but still maintained his personality, and said to Fix who followed closely: "Call an ambulance!"
Fix crossed the blood all over the floor and went to see the man's condition. He reached out to touch the side of the man's neck, but did not feel his pulse. He got up and shook his head at Dong Zheng: "It will take nearly an hour for the ambulance to get here, and he is already helpless."
Fix's hands were still stained with the blood of the deceased. Apart from a touch of sadness, he couldn't see much fear at all. Rao was Dong Zheng who had experienced many life-and-death moments in the box, and suddenly saw the miserable corpse in front of him. 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 over."
"Well." Fix turned around and went back to the yard. "When others come out and see it, they will naturally call the police."
Dong Zheng finally glanced at the cannon fodder in the box, and asked, "Why, basically no one will come out now, how long does it take to wait for others to see it? "
"I don't like to deal 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 of a car accident is no longer a wave for Wisteria Town. Everyone's spirits are all exhausted by the serial murder case. How can they care about an accident
But a myth gradually spread.
Dong Zheng only found out when he was chatting with Mrs. Mead. He would go out every morning while Fix was sleeping to check on the situation. After all, if he didn't go out as Fix asked, he wouldn't be able to do anything.
Mrs. Mead often takes care of plants in the garden. She can't stand the dull and almost suffocating atmosphere in the town today. She really wanted to chat with someone. Dong Zheng seized this point and obtained information as much as possible.
"Does there really exist a soul?" Dong Zheng asked, pretending to be surprised.
"Keep your voice down." Mrs. Mead's eyes widened and she made a silent gesture, looking around when there was no one else, before lowering her voice, "Little George was definitely killed, how peaceful and peaceful the town was before, ever since. After his death, these terrifying things happened one after another, and even the police couldn't handle it. It must be the ghost of George, and the ghost with resentment is the most terrible thing."
"In that case... if there really is George's ghost, does he have any specific purpose for killing people?"
Mrs. Mead said: "I don't know, anyway, I heard Mrs. Ford talking loudly in the garden about George being an illegitimate child. Maybe George accidentally overheard it... Ah, don't tell anyone this. , although everyone in the town basically knows about it."
"Don't worry, I won't talk nonsense." Dong Zheng assured, he frowned and thought about it, and said, "Does Mr. Ferdinand still have a child at home?"
"Mons is the son he adopted on his previous voyage. He has never been able to have children, so he raised Mons as his heir. As a result, he had great luck at the age of forty and gave birth to little George with his lover, so that's why Love the child." Mrs. Mead whispered, "I'm telling you these things that the whole town knows."
Dong Zheng nodded and said, "Since that's the case, no one doubts Mons?"
Mrs. Mead smiled and said, "These are all things that the police have to consider. All we can do is try to save our lives, but if it's a ghost... it's just resignation."
When Dong Zheng returned home, the body on the road outside the courtyard had disappeared, leaving only a terrifying pool of blood. He looked around and saw no sign of the police coming, so he could only keep his doubts in his mind and went into the house.
Fix was already awake and was sitting in the living room smoking a daze. He stared at the traces of the rectangular frame on the wall. In the smoke, he fell into a decadent contemplation.
There should have been a photo of him and someone there.
Dong Zheng speculated that it was probably a woman. After a few days of observation of Fix here, this gentleman was a slovenly man. Like most middle-aged men, his clothes were not changed for a week, and he had never been cleaned. , rubbish is casually placed on the table.
The original decoration and layout of the room are very particular and have a very life-like atmosphere. Whether it is the traces of the many photo frames that once existed on the wall, the style and placement of the furniture, and the gray vases in the corners, all show that there was once a Attentive and life-like people live with him.
It's the wife.
Hearing Dong Zheng coming back, Fix looked at him: "Didn't I tell you not to go out?"
"It's too boring at home, so I walked around the yard, met the wife next door, and had a chat." Dong Zheng was not nervous, it seemed that as long as he pretended to be nothing, there would be nothing wrong.
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, "Have the police come to deal with it? I think that man's body is gone."
Fix smiled, he put the cigarette in his mouth and took a deep breath, when Dong Zheng thought there would be no answer, he murmured in a low voice: "Who knows? Maybe someone stole it? ."
Another two days passed.
Dong Zheng could hear Fix going out every night. The man set off in the early hours of the morning and didn't come back until dawn.
And during this time, another person died.
So far, including the missing persons, there are already 7 victims. The whole town is in a panic. Three families moved out directly, including Mrs. Mead's family who provided Dong Zheng with a lot of information. The house could not be sold. will be empty.
October 19.
Since realizing that the plot jump may contain traps, Dong Zheng has not chosen to jump again. Anyway, he is not in a hurry, and the spare time in the box is also convenient for training the ability of the core, if it is really boring... Obviously someone is better than him more boring.
Cui Zuojing has been in the prison space for the past few days, but he has long 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 do.
So Cui Zuojing could only come out for a while while Fix was sleeping or going out. Dong Zheng took a pair of cards in the small drawer under the coffee table in the living room. The two sat on the bed in the second bedroom, locked the door, and pulled 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 at the Doll's House has long been forgotten. Dong Zheng does not expose it, so let him play. , but now he is not the same as when he was in Doll's House.
At that time, playing blackjack, he completely relied on previous experience and some simple probability calculations, 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 taking cards based on the face value of the existing cards. After several experiments, he found that the accuracy Better than he imagined.
After playing like this for a day, Cui Zuojing found that even if he made thousands, he couldn't win against Dong Zheng sometimes, so he felt bored. He threw the cards in his hand, spread out on the bed, and shook one foot up. He said in a long voice, "It's so boring."
"Play something else when you're bored." Dong Zheng put down his cards, "Can you be bored with a living person like me?"
"It's because of you that you're bored." Cui Zuojing sighed, "What's the fun with you?"
Dong Zheng: "We can take the opportunity to cultivate a relationship."
Cui Zuojing suddenly looked at him with vigilant eyes, he took Dong Zheng's pillow and hugged him in his arms, and said, "I warn you, don't have other ideas, you say you want to pursue me, but you keep me locked up. I haven't settled the account in the prisoner space for you."
"These are force majeure." Dong Zheng also lay down. The bed in the second bedroom was a long single bed, and there was Dong Zheng and Cui Zuojing, who had obviously grown up now, a little crowded. Can feel the temperature on each other's body: "If you don't want to play, just chat."
"What are you talking about?" Cui Zuojing moved to the side uncomfortably. Since Dong Zheng said those words to him, when he faced Dong Zheng again, he always had a strange feeling in his heart that he couldn't tell, as if something was being He suppressed it so hard that he couldn't get up or down, which made him uncomfortable.
Intuition told him that if he really got his feelings back, things might develop in a direction he couldn't predict.
But there is one thing Cui Zuojing can't deny. When he gets along with Dong Zheng, he rarely feels bad mood.
It seems that 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 annoyed and beaten.
"Let's talk about things in the real world." Dong Zhengdao, he looked sideways at Cui Zuojing, the boy's outline 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 am an ordinary person in the real world."
"You know how I got here, right? On the day of my sixteenth year, I took a leave of absence from self-study and wanted to go home for my birthday, but I was targeted by a murderer. Before that, I was just a good boy in the eyes of my teachers and my parents. Good grades, can be admitted to a good university, and then go to live in a big city.
"Not long after returning from Pure White Realm, my family knew what had happened to me, and they chose to believe me instead of taking me to see a psychiatrist.
"Since then, I've basically stayed at home, and the freezing time did cause me a lot of trouble, but if I really want to socialize with people, it's not a big problem, seriously... I might It's the mentality that has changed."
"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 college, and I felt tired."
Cui Zuojing paused, he looked at Dong Zheng, and said what he had never said to others: "Rather than being one of countless ordinary people, working for a living in the city, I Maybe... still like it here."
"You like adventure, I saw it from a very early time." Dong Zheng asked softly, "That's why you chose to come back, didn't you?"
"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 him, 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 not been able to integrate into the real world again. I dream every night about the people I have met, the train passing the platform, and all the impossible possibilities here. And those boxes overflowing with fantasies."
"I knew from then that sooner or later I would come back. I would come back and save this with my own hands, not the end."