Cultivate a black technology god

Chapter 177 System Logging
"William is dead, not Elizabeth."

"William? Why him? William is Elizabeth and Frank's younger brother, an innocent little boy."

"So, the technician Liu Lan didn't kill Elizabeth, but William?"

"How could it be? Liu Lan is a professional with normal discrimination and judgment ability. How could he recognize a little boy as Elizabeth? They are completely different."

"Could it be Yu Shunjiang who saved Elizabeth? In the dream, Yu Shunjiang stayed awake and knew the inside story."

"Is there a possibility that Elizabeth died, William became Elizabeth, and the original William died."

Everyone chatted and discussed, Xia Zhi turned to look at the sleeping player lying on the hospital bed.

Since the accident just now, the instrument connected to the player's consciousness has fluctuated violently, and now it has returned to normal.

According to the medical staff at the scene, the player is now in good condition.

Xia Zhi looked at Han Yuanchao.

Han Yuanchao also fell into deep thought.

This bizarre phenomenon is beyond their comprehension.

At this time, the system refreshed the 'player diary':
"I am anxious to comfort my loved ones who are grieving.

But when the carriage approached my hometown, I slowed down.

I was filled with so many emotions that it was almost overwhelming.

The pictures passing by before me are all very familiar to me since I was a child, but I haven't seen them for six years.

What a change has taken place in these years!
There has just been a tragic accident here, but there may be many small things that will eventually evolve into other accidents.

While those things may happen quietly, the end result can be stunning.

At this time, fear overwhelmed me, and I dared not move forward. It seemed that there were thousands of unknown ghosts and monsters waiting for me, which made me tremble with fear, even though I couldn't tell what kind of disaster it was.

Because I was in this painful state of mind all the time, I decided to spend two days in Lausanne.

There, I gazed at the vast lake, as calm as a mirror, and all around me, and the snow-capped mountains - "Nature's palace" - were all the same.

This kind of peaceful and peaceful scenery like the kingdom of heaven gradually calmed down my mood.So I continued on my way towards Geneva.

The road stretches along the shore of the lake.

As we approached our hometown, the road gradually narrowed.

When the black slopes of the Jura and the dazzling summit of Mont Blanc became more visible, I cried like a child.

My dear mountains, my beautiful lake, how do you welcome me, a returning wanderer?Your mountains are so beautiful, and your lake is as blue and peaceful as the sky.Is this a sign of peace, or a mockery of my misfortune?

As I got closer to home, sadness and fear came back to me.

There was a heavy dusk all around, and when the mountains gradually blurred and were hidden under the night, I felt very sad in my heart.

The shadowy scene before me looked so dreary, and I had a vague presentiment that I was destined to be the most unfortunate man in the world.

When I reached the outskirts of Geneva, it was completely dark.

The gates of the city were also closed, so I had to spend the night at a place called Chellon, a mile and a half from the city.

The night was like water, silent, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

So I decided to go and see where my poor William was killed.

Since I couldn't get across from the city, I had to take the ferry across the lake to Plumparris.

The ferry time is not long.On the way, I saw lightning jumping on Mont Blanc, drawing the most beautiful arc in the sky.

It seemed that the storm was approaching rapidly, and after I got on the shore, I climbed a hill to watch the storm in full swing.

The storm came soon, the sky was covered with thick clouds, and big drops of rain fell. It was a little sparse at first, but then became more and more dense.

Although the night was getting darker, the rain was getting heavier, and the thunder was constantly exploding above me with a deafening roar, I left my chair and walked on.

The echoes of thunder are still lingering in the Jura Mountains of Serave and the Savoy Alps.

The dazzling lightning dazzled me, not only illuminating the lake, but also making it look like a sea of ​​burning fire;

Then for a split second, everything was pitch black again, and I couldn't see anything until my eyes recovered from the lightning.

Storms in Switzerland often break out in all directions in the sky at the same time.

The most violent storms often occur due north of the city, in the lake area between the villages of Belle River and Kerber.

The looming lightning of another storm area illuminated the Jura Mountains, and another storm center left a towering Mole Mountain on the east of the lake alternately black and sometimes faintly visible.

While watching such a fierce, beautiful, and terrible storm, I quickened my pace and continued to move forward.

The intense scene in the sky made me emotional.

I folded my hands and shouted: "William, my dear little angel! This is your funeral, this is your dirge!"

As I was speaking, I suddenly saw a figure sneaking out of the bushes near me in the darkness.

I froze, staring at it intently.

A bolt of lightning flashed across, and I saw its shape clearly, its huge body, deformed and ugly appearance, and it looked almost inhuman.

Who is he?
What was he doing there?
Could he be--I shudder at the thought--William's murderer?No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than I was sure of it.

My teeth chattered, and I had to lean against the trunk, or I would lose my footing.

The figure flashed past me and disappeared into the darkness.

He must be the murderer!I have no doubts about it.

The idea itself is irrefutable proof.

I tried to track down the devil, but it was in vain, because at this moment, a flash of lightning flashed in the night sky, and I clearly saw him climbing up among the rocks of Mount Serawi, which is a mountain south of Pramparis. hill.

His speed was very fast, and he climbed to the top of the mountain in a short while and disappeared without a trace.

I stood there dumbly.

At this time, the thunder had stopped, but the rain continued to fall, and the surrounding area was shrouded in boundless darkness. "

The record ends here.

Xia Zhi asked:
"Han Yuanchao, what do you think?"

Han Yuanchao frowned and said:
"It seems that William's death has nothing to do with Elizabeth. Elizabeth was killed by Liu Lan, not the tall and strong monster mentioned in the diary."

Xia Zhi looked at the technician who spoke before:
"Your name is Dong Liang, right? What do you think?"

Seeing Mr. Xia specifically asking for his own opinion, Dong Liang seemed flattered. He quickly organized the words in his mind and said:
"This monster is just an illusion. For example, a murderer suddenly appears in front of you, because fear and panic will make the murderer's figure become particularly tall. This is a human emotion of shrinking."

Xia Zhi nodded, thinking that what Dong Liang said was right.

Especially in dreams, everything you see is generated by the brain itself.

If you subconsciously think that the other party is terrifying and you can't match it, you will imagine the other party to be especially tall.

Even people who are afraid of mice see mice in their dreams that are larger than normal cats.

But another technician chimed in and asked:
"Who exactly left this player's diary? According to previous performance, the identity of the recorder of this diary is still in doubt."

Xia Zhi responded:

"Either it's a player's diary, or an artificial intelligence diary."

Dong Liang muttered in a low voice:
"uncertain."

"Ok?"

Everyone looked at Dong Liang.

Dong Liang scratched his head and said:

"Is there a possibility that this diary is actually a system log."

While everyone was thinking, the 'Player Diary' continued to be updated:

"About five o'clock in the morning, I walked into my father's house.

I told the servant not to disturb my family, and then I went into the study and waited for them to get up.

Six years seemed like a dream, leaving only an indelible mark, and when I left home for Ingolstad, I stood here and hugged my father for the last time.

My respectable and lovely father!To me, he's always been that way.

I gazed long at the portrait of my mother above the mantelpiece, a monumental work painted at my father's will.

In the painting, Carolina Beaufort, my mother, kneels beside her father's coffin, distraught.Although she was dressed plainly and had a pale complexion, she had a noble and beautiful temperament, which did not make people feel pitiful.

Below this painting is a small portrait of William.When I saw it, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

While I was immersed in my grief, Ernest came in.

He had heard that I was coming, so he ran to welcome me.

When he saw me, he had mixed emotions: "Welcome, dear Victor."

He said, "Hey, it would be great if you came back three months earlier, when our whole family was full of joy and gathered together.

But now, you have to bear a sorrow that cannot be resolved.I hope that your presence can cheer up my father.Because of this misfortune, he was almost devastated.

May your words of consolation also cause poor Elizabeth to give up her gratuitous and cruel self-reproach.

Poor William, he is the sweetheart and the pride of our family! "

Tears fell from Ernest's eyes like broken threads.

I was in such terrible pain that I almost felt like I was dying.

Previously, I had only imagined the desolate scene at home, but when this scene appeared before my eyes, it was simply a new disaster, and it did not alleviate its pain in the slightest.

I tried to calm Ernest and asked him more about my father and Elizabeth.

"She needs your consolation most," said Ernest. "She's always blaming herself, thinking that she caused her brother's death, and it's causing her pain, but now that the murderer has been found... "

"The murderer has been found! My God! How is this possible? Who has the ability to catch him? It is impossible, unless the man can be as fast as the wind, or can cut off the mountain spring with straw. I saw him last night. He's still out there!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," my brother said in surprise,

"However, for us, our sorrow is deeper. At first, no one wanted to believe it, and even now, although the evidence is overwhelming, Elizabeth still does not believe it. Honestly, who would believe Justin Moritz--she So gentle and kind, and loving our family so much—would commit such a terrible, appalling crime?"

"Justin. Moritz! Poor, poor girl, she should be accused? But she's wronged, it's well known, and no one will believe it. Isn't it, Ernest?"

"No one believed it at first, but some circumstances were found out that made us have to believe it. And her own behavior is full of doubts, which adds to the authenticity of the evidence. I'm afraid, this is conclusive Yes. Anyway, she is going to be judged today, and you will hear the whole process then."

He said that on the morning of William's murder, Justin fell ill and was bedridden for several days;
During this time, a servant accidentally rummaged through the clothes she was wearing on the night of the incident, and found a miniature portrait of her mother in her pocket.

Because at the time we decided that portrait was the murderer's motive for the murder.

So this servant hurriedly showed this evidence to another servant, and the second servant ran to the judge without even speaking to our family.

Based on their testimony, Justin was quickly arrested.

In the face of the facts, the poor girl couldn't justify herself, and her words and deeds were very strange, which further confirmed everyone's suspicion of her.

This thing sounds really wicked, but it doesn't shake my faith in the slightest.

I told Ernest sincerely: "You are all wrong. I know who the murderer is. Poor Justine, she is innocent."

We were talking when my father walked in.I saw that his face was full of sorrow, but he still forced a smile to welcome me.

After our mournful exchange of greetings, my father was about to talk of other things than the family misfortunes, but Ernest said aloud:

"My God, Dad! Victor says he knows who killed poor William."

"Unfortunately, we all know that too," the father replied.

"To be honest, I'd rather be kept in the dark forever, than find out that someone I value so much is so despicable and shameless, and I will repay my kindness with revenge."

"Dear father, you are mistaken, Justin is actually innocent."

"If she was really innocent, God would never have condemned her. She is going to be tried today. I hope, I sincerely hope, that she will be declared innocent."

These words calmed me down.

Anyway, I firmly believe that Justin, and all other human beings, are innocent and no one would commit such a crime.So, I'm not worried about what strong evidence the court will come up with to convict her.

Soon, Elizabeth also came into the room.

The years had changed a great deal on her since the last time we parted.

What is more moving in her now is not the charm of her girlhood, but a kind of virtuousness and beauty.

She is still straightforward and lively as before, but there is more alertness and wisdom revealed between her brows.

Elizabeth welcomed me back with great cordiality:

"Dear cousin, your return fills me with hope.

You might have a way to clear my poor, innocent Justin's name.God, if she was going to be found guilty, who else would dare to guarantee that she was safe?I was as convinced of her innocence as I was of my own.What a misfortune we have now, not only have we lost our lovely little baby William, but we have also lost that poor girl.I really like her, but now even she will be taken away from us, and her fate will be even worse.If she is sentenced, I will never be happy again.But she will never be found guilty, I'm sure she won't.By then, even though I have lost my little William, I will still be happy again. "

"She's innocent, my Elizabeth," I told her,
"It will prove it. There's nothing to worry about. She'll be acquitted. Get yourselves together."

"You are so kind and merciful! It breaks my heart that other people believe that she committed a crime, because I know it is impossible. Seeing other people so stubbornly believe that I am almost in despair." She whispered sobbed.

"Dear niece," said the father,
"Wipe your tears. If she is as innocent as you believe, then trust in the integrity of our laws. And I will take action to prevent any wrongful conviction."

"

"Justin?" Xia Zhi murmured.

Han Yuanchao added:
"Justin is the character played by our technician Liu Lan in the dream plot."

(End of this chapter)