The two were chatting, and before they knew it, it was already twelve o'clock. 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 small, and it slapped against the windows, casting a cold color on the uneasy town.
Dong Zheng set himself an alarm for 6 o'clock. After the alarm went off, he quickly woke up, dressed and washed, and sat in the living room to wait.
The sky was still pitch black because of the rain, and lightning flashed through the night sky from time to time, leaving white afterimages flashing across the retina.
He didn't turn on the light, just sat on the sofa in the dark, so at 6:10, Fix came back from the outside with empty hands, covered in rain, and turned on the light without any defense, when he saw Dong Zheng, he was frightened. A big jump.
Soon, Fix pretended that nothing happened and said, "Why did you wake up so early?"
"Thunder, you won't be able to fall back asleep if you wake up." Dong Zheng got up and went to give a hand to Fix, who was drenched at the door, pretending to be puzzled and asking, "It's been raining all night, why don't you bring your bags when you go out? Umbrella?"
There was a trace of unnaturalness on Fix's face. It didn't rain when he went out at midnight, so he could only say: "Something happened on the way, I lost my umbrella."
Dong Zheng took his wet coat and threw it into the laundry bucket. Looking back, he saw that a pool of water marks had accumulated under Fix's feet, with a faint red glow in it, and it was obvious that there was blood.
Dong Zheng let out a "Yeah" and hurriedly asked, "Where are you injured? How did you get it? There's still blood."
Seeing that Fix was not hiding it, he simply stopped hiding it. He took off all his shirts, and there was an obvious wound on his left arm.
"I fell on the road, 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 brought a medicine box and treated Fix's wound. The contents of the medicine box in the 1990s were similar to what he was familiar with. He only glanced at it and determined that the smoothness of the wound was definitely a sharp tool. of.
After disinfecting with iodine, and seeing that the bleeding was not too much, Dong Zheng bandaged Fix with gauze.
After doing all this, he went to the bathroom and took two clean towels and threw them to Fix, saying, "Quickly wipe your body, it's cold, don't catch a cold anymore."
Fix hummed and wiped the water droplets off his body. While wiping his hair, he stared at a point in the void, as if thinking about something very difficult.
"Did you just fall in this place?"
"Ah, yes." Fix came back to his senses and smiled at him, "I'm going to take a shower, it's a little too cold."
"Next time you go out, you should pay attention to safety. It's not very peaceful recently." Dong Zheng put away the medicine box. "Well, go and warm up. I'll make breakfast today."
Fix hummed and walked out of the living room.
Fix's figure disappeared around the corner, Dong Zheng silently withdrew his gaze, Fix's age is not young, the skin on his body is a little loose, but he can still see the traces of his once very strong, there are many deep and shallow all over his body. The scars are otherwise clean and have no tattoos.
Dong Zheng pointed at the tip of his nose, contacting Fix's recent abnormal behavior, and had a brand new guess.
Still have to make breakfast, since Lillian came to the castle, he hadn't touched the kitchen for a while.
Fix didn't bring anything back today, Dong Zheng opened the refrigerator, there was no meat in it, only some vegetables were left, which made him relieved.
Finally, there is no need to find a reason not to eat meat.
Even with the dark clouds, the sky gradually became brighter as time passed. Dong Zheng finished his work in the kitchen, wiped his hands and brought the simple breakfast to the table. He happened to see Fix from the door of the basement. 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."
This is quite a feeling that there is no silver 300 taels here, Dong Zheng asked: "Is it convenient? I can help if it is difficult to get it."
"No need, I've finished it."
Dong Zheng nodded and didn't mention anything about the basement. The two sat at the table and started to eat breakfast.
"By the way, the watch in my room seems to be broken, and the time is nearly six hours ahead."
"I'll go and fix it with the watch in the living room tomorrow."
Dong Zheng heard the words and knew that Fix would probably not adjust the time of the clock in his room again.
Halfway through the meal, Dong Zhengzhuang asked unintentionally, "Have you suffered many injuries before? Look at the scars on your body."
Fix: "I used to travel far and wide when I was young, and I did a lot of things, and I 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 didn't seem to have any doubts, and only said: "I look at the rain and it's estimated that it won't stop for a while, and I don't know if something will happen today."
"It shouldn't." Fix lowered his head, he was still chewing something, and his speech was a little unclear, "So many people have died, and the police have come so many times that this place is all theirs. Eyeliner, no matter how rampant the killer is, he would have to do it somewhere else."
Dong Zheng: "If I were that murderer, seeing so many police officers coming every day, I would have run away."
Fix smiled and said, "But obviously, he thinks it's more interesting to kill people under the nose of the police."
After a while, Fix finished his last mouthful of egg drop soup, put down the bowl, and said, "I really didn't expect your cooking to taste 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 of them went back to rest. Cui Zuojing lay on the bed in the prisoner's space, watching what happened to Dong Zheng like watching a movie, and said, "He also doubts you?"
"Obviously." Dong Zheng let Cui Zuojing out, he opened the window, and the wind with water vapor blew into the room: "I have done my best to perform, but there must be some negligence, and Fix is not careless. People, will definitely notice."
It rained all day.
Fix slept until the afternoon, and Dong Zheng took care of it by himself. When the two met again, they were already preparing dinner. Dong Zheng came out of the room, Fix was sitting on the sofa, and on the coffee table in front of him was a silver little things.
Seeing Dong Zheng come out, Fix threw the thing to him and said, "Take this with you at any time."
"What?" Dong Zheng took it in his hand and realized it was a cross.
"Just bring it." 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 revenge for George's wronged soul
When preparing dinner, Fix said to Dong Zheng: "Tomorrow, Mr. Ferdinand's house will hold a memorial service. I will attend. Are you staying in the room alone, or come with me?"
"I'll be with you." When Dong Zheng heard it, he knew that the plot was finally about to enter the next stage, and said, "If everyone goes to the memorial service, I always feel a little flustered when I stay at home alone."
"Okay." Fix agreed. "Get your clothes ready. You'll go with me tomorrow."
Fix didn't bring any newspapers today, but there were no police cars coming from the town, so no one died.
Dong Zheng can be sure that the small town is now full of dark lines planted by the police, but he just didn't find it. Although he doesn't know how the Western police handled cases in this era, major cases such as serial vicious murders will definitely not be caused by Ordinary police do it.
October 20.
Today, in the mansion of the Ferdinand family, George's memorial service was held. Except for those who had moved away, almost all the residents of Wisteria Town came.
The house of Ferdinand's house was almost a palace. Standing at the door, Dong Zheng saw the 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 was his house.
In addition to the residents of Wisteria Town, some of Ferdinand's relatives and friends came here after hearing the news, at least 200 people, butlers 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 had brought under his arm along the way, and he didn’t know what was in it, but with Fix’s character, it wouldn’t be too delicate.
The living room of Ferdinand's house is as large as a banquet hall, and it does not feel crowded with about 200 people. There must be various parties here before.
Some police officers were outside, not entering the door, and were in charge of security, but there were sure to be plainclothes mixed in with the crowd.
Almost no one will go out for a while, Dong Zheng has no way to meet them, and he is not familiar with them, but there have been people greeting Fixes, making him look like he is popular.
This greeting was due to curiosity about Dong Zheng, who was brought by Fixes. Fixes only introduced his friends who were staying temporarily, and said nothing else.
Everyone greeted each other, and when there were not too many people around, Fix asked in a low voice, "Have I brought your things?"
Dong Zheng: "Take it."
He nodded and stopped talking.
In a sense, the protagonist of the memorial service, Mr. Ferdinand, soon came to the hall. This was the first time Dong Zheng saw the key figure in the development of the plot. He was fifty-six years old. The white face, gray hair, and strong body, but because of the loss of his beloved son, his mental state is not very good.
Next to him was a man of about thirty years old, very ordinary in appearance but luxuriously dressed, who, together with Ferdinand's valet, helped him to the front of the stage.
Seemingly feeling Dong Zheng's doubts, Fix explained in a low voice, "This is Mr. Ferdinand's eldest son, Mons, who is thirty years old this year and adopted by him."
"He doesn't seem too sad."
Fix was noncommittal: "Who knows."
Ferdinand said something, probably thanking everyone for taking the time to come to the memorial service, saying how lovely his youngest son George is, how much he loves him, expressing his sadness and nostalgia, 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 hanging on the wall in the hall. He was indeed a very cute child, smiling brightly at the camera.
Ferdinand has never married, and George's biological mother is not here, and Mons and the valet are standing beside him.
Dong Zheng carefully and secretly observed the two of them, and suddenly found that the man's right hand with white gloves was slightly bloated, as if a layer of other things were stuffed in the gloves.
For example gauze.