I Was Once a Legend

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When he woke up again, Dong Zheng sat in a chair, while the young doctor sat opposite, pouring him a cup of hot water.

"Don't be nervous." The doctor comforted him softly. Dong Zheng saw that there were still old wounds on his arm. The fatal pain seemed to remain on every inch of skin, every bone, every nerve, and told him and Not an illusion.

"I'm sorry for your experience. Fortunately, everything is over. Now you can go home."

The door was pushed open, and the woman walked in. She had tied her hair, the scars on her face were gone, and her face was much better.

She thanked the doctor and took Dong Zheng out of the consultation room.

"This--" Dong Zheng just started, and the woman put her finger to her mouth. She stared at the window and whispered, "Don't make a sound."

Dong Zheng looked down at her, they were on the eighth floor of the hospital. Downstairs, a man stood there carrying an axe, he raised his head, his fingers flicked up from the bottom, and finally stopped on the eighth floor.

Despite this distance, Dong Zheng seemed to see a mocking smile on his face.

He walked into the hospital hall.

"Can't be caught by him, we must hurry!" The woman shouted in horror. Before Dong Zheng stopped, she pushed open the window in front of her and jumped down.

Dong Zheng:? ! ? ! ? !

He grabbed the window sill and looked down, and a pool of blood blew up at the door of the hospital building.

But he seemed to hear a sigh of relief from the woman in his ear.

A fearlessness swept him at this moment. He thought of the dead cat on the balcony, the scars of the woman covered by her long hair, the beating that lasted all night, the empty fish tank, the survival could not survive, the pain could not be enough Disintegrate one's will, and the axe in the hands of men.

It was like a Paplov's dog. When he saw a man, he thought of beatings and pains, so that he couldn't even raise his mind to resist.

Get away, get away quickly!

Dong Zheng turned back suddenly, the elevator behind him showed that he was going up, and he had reached the sixth floor.

Run away! Run away!

He grabbed the window sill with unconscious effort, and the woman downstairs was waiting for him.

The number jumps to "7".

Dong Zheng suddenly let go. He opened the fire box next to it and took out the fire axe. With both hands, he stood on the side of the elevator, his body clinging to the wall.

The number finally reached "8", and the sound of Ding seemed like a smirk of death.

Dong Zheng raised the axe over his head, listening to the sound and counting down silently.

The elevator door opened and the axe hacked the moment the man walked out.

There was a clatter of glass breaking.

The black mist surrounding Dong Zheng began to dissipate, and the voice of Mr.deeds sounded:

"Congratulations on your successful passage of Scene Six."

Obviously it is a small room, but it is reflected by three mirrors and it appears to be extraordinarily wide, extending towards infinity. Dong Zheng closed his eyes hard, his voice should be a little hoarse, but because of the bamboo pole body, it sounded tight: "Why is this assessment?"

"Everyone is a developer of the brain domain. I believe that in terms of strategy and wisdom, it is difficult for you to distinguish your strengths, but you can't survive in the world with your brain alone. The library also believes in this." Mr.deeds Explained, "There are many characters that are indispensable, such as the one you just passed the test-tenacity."

"Okay." Dong Zheng's tight muscles finally began to relax slowly and slowly, and the other people were also surrounded by black mist, trapped in their respective scenes.

And the scene in the mirror is no longer a pure image-there are scenes that people have experienced.

The fat man hides in the corner, looking at the young student with a red armband on his arm, turning the whole house upside down, finding out a few translations of foreign literature, and coming over with great force, throwing the book in his face on.

He was twisted by these half-old children through the chaotic streets and saw the former teacher forced to kneel in the middle of the crowd. The stick pointed at his brain with much wisdom and forced him to bow his head.

The fake Dong Zheng is walking on the empty street, there is no one on the street, there are buildings on both sides, there is no trace of someone in the window, the car is parked on the side of the road, or at the intersection waiting for the red light to pass, but there is only one person in the car nor.

Stray cats and dogs who would normally hide in the flowerbed are missing, and the birds disappear into the sky and treetops.

In the whole world, there is only one person and one life.

Dong Zheng moved his gaze to the other mirror, where "Chen Jianguo" was crowded in the middle of the crowd, and all of them were men, young and old, handsome, mediocre and even ugly, packed together densely , As if listening to canned sardines.

"Chen Jianguo" was squeezed so that there was no place to stand. He seemed very cramped. It seemed that these physical contact made him feel severely discomfort.

Mr.deeds stood aside, watching the scene in the mirror quietly, and the dice was on his hand.

"These scenes are not randomly generated?" Dong Zheng asked.

Mr.deeds did not look at Dong Zheng. He was staring at the fat mansion in the mirror. He was being forced to identify the teacher who was kneeling on the ground. His flesh was trembling, but he couldn't say a word.

Someone was vigorously waving the flag and shouting, so crazy that it was hard to believe that it was just a 13-year-old child.

"It's based on the fear or guilt in my heart." After a moment, the bell housekeeper finally said, "Only when facing the most fearful thing, the talent will tear up the disguise of hard maintenance and truly show his own nature."

Dong Zheng confessed that he didn't expect that he was already 27 years old. After so many years, what he most cherished in his heart was still a family problem.

No longer speaking, Dong Zheng turned to look at the scene of other people in the mirror, but found that the black mist next to the fat mansion No. 2 had begun to dissipate, the scene in the mirror was blurred, and then disappeared without a trace, and Reappearance of the fat house.

Dong Zheng narrowed his eyes, the fat man slumped on his chair as if he had lost his soul. Dong Zheng missed the ending of that story, and it happened that he didn't want to know too much.

Mr.deeds: "Congratulations on your successful passing of scene two."

The fat man waved his hands weakly, and he rubbed his face, like Dong Zheng just came out of the scene, and turned to the mirror with exquisite and curious eyes.

"I once knew a rich man whose murdered his youngest son was murdered, which made him almost crazy and did many stupid things."

The front angle of the fat man's house seemed to jump slightly, and the false Dong Zheng's eyes originally set in the mirror were slightly shifted, and the two people met in the mirror.

Dong Zheng lowered his head again, as if pondering the wooden lines on the table.

To wait for the remaining two to end, Dong Zheng, Fei Zhai and Mr. Deeds looked at the mirror. Dong Zheng suddenly realized at a certain moment that it was also fun to watch others struggle to solve the dilemma in the scene. Reality shows are fun.

This is the most real reality show.

Dong Zheng even felt that one of Kether's or Queen's pleasures in life was to watch the pilgrims struggle in the box and offer them the most authentic and wonderful "programs".

After confirming that he is the only living creature in the empty and dead city, the fake Dong Zheng stopped searching in vain. He sat on the bench in the park and stared at the lead-gray sky, his eyes emptied in an instant.

"Chen Jianguo" finally squeezed out of the crowd, he rushed to the man in a suit and leather shoes, his hands will always be held in his hands, and his resume, which had been soaked in sweat and crumpled, was handed over.

The other party took the resume without even glancing at it, saying: "This position may not be suitable for you, we already have a favorite person."

Behind him, several young men have stood.

"Chen Jianguo" slowly withdrew his hand to hand over his resume, hung down beside him, and clenched his fists tightly. He stared at the suit man and firmly said: "But I can do better than all of them."

By now, Dong Zheng has almost launched the correct identity of everyone.

It didn't take long for the hard work, and the black mist around the fake Dong Zheng and "Chen Jianguo" also subsided, and they succeeded in breaking away from their own demons.

"very exciting."

The pen and paper were once again delivered to them by Mr.deeds, and the second round of voting began.

Dong Zheng still voted No. 3, and the vote was taken back by Mr. Deeds. He still announced the result of the vote three minutes later.

"Dear Sirs and Ladies, the result of the second round of voting has come out. The most votes are-No. 4."

"Chen Jianguo" sighed helplessly, staring at Mr.deeds who announced the result, his eyes crossed the butler's shoulders and fell on the mirror behind him.

The old man looked at himself in the mirror, he seemed to see nothing, but said nothing, until the figure disappeared into the room.

In the small conference room, only the fat mansion No. 2 and the fake Dong Zheng on the 3rd, the bamboo pole played by Dong Zheng on the 5th, and Mr. Deeds, the bell housekeeper responsible for hosting, are left.

"Unfortunately, "ghost" is still between us."

Everyone’s eyes were sinking. In the next round, if they still couldn’t determine who was the ghost and voted out the innocent, then after the next vote, there would be only one normal The man and the ghost, according to the rules, the ghost will win.

But the clues they can get are so limited.

They didn't know the difference between the existence of "ghosts", and Mr. Deeds had not provided any useful information other than telling them that there was a ghost among these people.

"The third round is about to start, please prepare yourself."

The bell housekeeper didn't care how they rang. The hosting of the process continued. Dong Zheng took a deep breath. He and Fei Zhai looked at each other and stood up.

Fake Dong Zheng, who was sitting in the middle of the two, was still frowning and thinking. He noticed Dong Zheng's movements in the mirror. When he had time to say "What are you doing!", he was picked up and greeted his head. The coming Dong Zheng was stunned.

Finally, the guy who was not honest in his own shell was quiet, Dong Zheng put down his chair, and he sat back again, pretending nothing had happened, and asked, "What is the test of the third round?"

Mr.deeds couldn't say a word at once. The original three participants were dizzy, and the previously set process could not be started.

He can only say: "Since Mr. 3 has lost consciousness, the originally scheduled game cannot be played--"

Dong Zheng: "Then go directly to the voting link."

Mr.deeds remained silent for a moment, and could only send paper to Dong Zheng and Fei Zhai. Dong Zhengfei quickly wrote a number and gave the note to the bell manager.

The fake Dong Zheng had passed out and could not vote, so the note was solitary next to his head on the table. This time the bell steward saw the papers of Dong Zheng and Fei Zhai and sighed, announcing: "Because Mr. No. 3 is unconscious and unable to vote, it is regarded as abstention. The result of this round of voting has been issued. The most votes are-No. 3. ."

The fake Dong Zheng in the coma failed to make any elimination speech, and the figure disappeared into the room.

Now there is only Dong Zheng, Fat Mansion and Bell Housekeeper here.

Mr.deeds' voice rang in everyone's ears:

"Unfortunately, "ghost" is still between us."