I Was Once a Legend

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When he woke up again, Dong Zheng was sitting on a chair, and the young doctor was sitting opposite him, pouring him a cup of hot water.

"Don't be nervous." The doctor comforted him softly. Dong Zheng saw that there were still old scars on his arm, and the deadly pain seemed to remain on every inch of skin, every bone, and every bundle of nerves. He told him not to worry. Not hallucinations.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but fortunately it's over and you can go home now."

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

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

"This—" Dong Zheng just opened his mouth, and the woman put her finger on her mouth. She stared out of the window and said in a low voice, "Don't make a sound."

Dong Zheng followed her gaze, and they were on the eighth floor of the hospital.Downstairs, a man was standing there with an ax in his hand. He raised his head, pointed his finger layer by layer from bottom to top, and finally stopped on the eighth floor.

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

He walked into the hospital lobby.

"We can't be caught by him, we have to go down!" The woman yelled in horror. Before Dong Zheng could stop her, she pushed open the window in front of her and jumped down.

Dong Zheng:? ! ? ! ? !

He grabbed the window sill and looked down, a puddle of blood exploded at the entrance of the hospital building.

But he seemed to hear the relieved laughter of the woman next to his ear.

An unexplainable fear 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 beatings that lasted all night, the empty fish tank, the pain that could not survive or die was enough. Break a man's will, and an ax in a man's hand.

Just like Pavlov's dog, seeing a man will associate it with beating and pain, so that in the end even the slightest thought of resistance can't arise.

Run away, run away quickly!

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

run away!run away!

He unconsciously tightened his hand on the window sill, and the woman downstairs was waiting for him.

The number jumps to "7".

Dong Zheng let go of his hand suddenly. He opened the fire box next to him and took out the fire axe. Holding it in both hands, he stood by the side of the elevator, his body tightly against the wall.

When the number finally reached "8", there was a ding sound like the chuckle of death.

Dong Zheng raised the ax above his head and counted down silently listening to the sound.

The elevator door opened, and the moment the man walked out, the ax fell.

There was a sound of broken glass.

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

"Congratulations on successfully passing scene number six."

Even though it is not a big room, the three mirrors reflect each other to make it look extraordinarily wide, extending towards infinity.Dong Zheng closed his eyes hard, his voice should be a little hoarse, but because of the body of the bamboo pole, he sounded tight: "Why is there such an assessment?"

"Everyone is a brain developer. I believe that in terms of strategy and wisdom, it is difficult to distinguish between each of you, but brains alone cannot survive in the world. The library also believes in this." Mr.deeds Explains, "There are many other qualities that are indispensable, such as the one you just passed the test of—resilience."

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

And the scene in the mirror is no longer a mere reflection—the scene that people have experienced individually appears.

Huddled in the corner of the fat mansion, he watched the young student with the red armband pinned to his arm turn the whole house upside down roughly, found a few translations of foreign literature, came over brazenly, and threw the books in his face superior.

He was twisted by these half-grown children through the chaotic streets, and saw the former teacher forced to kneel in the middle of the crowd, pointing a wooden stick at his head full of wisdom, forcing him to bow his head.

The fake Dong Zheng was walking on the empty street, the street was empty, there were buildings on both sides, and there was no sign of anyone in the windows, the car was parked on the side of the road, or waiting for the red light to pass at the intersection, but there was no one in the car nor.

The stray cats and dogs that usually hid in the flower beds disappeared, and the birds disappeared in the sky and in the treetops.

In the whole world, there is only him, one life.

Dong Zheng moved his gaze to another mirror, where "Chen Jianguo" was crowded in the center of the crowd, and those people without exception were all men, young and old, handsome, mediocre and even ugly, densely packed together , like a can of sardines.

"Chen Jianguo" was squeezed so that there was no room for him to stand, he looked very cramped, it seemed that these physical contact made him feel severe discomfort.

Mr.deeds stood aside, quietly looking at the scene in the mirror, the dice was in his hand.

"Aren't these scenes randomly generated?" Dong Zheng asked.

Mr.deeds didn't look at Dong Zheng, he stared at the fat house in the mirror, he was being forced to identify the teacher who was kneeling on the ground, the flesh on his body was trembling, but he couldn't say a word.

Someone was waving the flag and shouting, so crazy that it was hard to believe that it was just a child of thirteen or fourteen.

"It's based on the fear or guilt in my heart." After a while, Butler Bell finally said, "Only when faced with the most fearful thing, can a person tear off the disguise that he has worked so hard to maintain and truly reveal his true nature."

Dong Zheng said, he didn't expect that he was already 27 years old. After so many years, what he cared about most in his heart was still the family problem.

No more words, Dong Zheng turned to look at the scenes of other people in the mirror, only to find that the black mist around the No. Re-reflect the appearance of the fat house.

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

Mr.deeds: "Congratulations on successfully passing the second scene."

Fat House waved his hands weakly, he rubbed his face, and cast his thoughtful and curious gaze at the mirror just like Dong Zheng had just come out of the scene.

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

Fei Zhai's forehead seemed to twitch slightly, and the eyes of the fake Dong Zheng who were originally fixed in the mirror were slightly shifted, and the two of them met in the mirror.

Dong Zheng lowered his head again, as if he was thinking about the wooden texture on the table.

To wait for the rest of the two to finish, Dong Zheng, Fat House and Mr. deeds looked in the mirror. Dong Zheng suddenly realized at a certain moment that watching others struggle to solve the dilemma in the scene is also a kind of fun, which is better than the most attentive variety show and Reality TV has to be funny.

This is reality TV at its most authentic.

Dong Zheng even felt that one of the joys of life for Kether or the queen was to watch the pilgrims struggle in the box and present them with the most authentic and wonderful "show".

In the empty and dead city, after confirming that he was the only living creature, the fake Dong Zheng stopped searching in vain. He sat casually on a park bench, staring at the leaden sky, his eyes vacant for a moment.

"Chen Jianguo" finally squeezed out from the crowd. He rushed to the head of the man in suit and leather shoes, and handed over his sweat-soaked and wrinkled resume with his hands clasped all the time.

The other party took the resume without even looking at it, and said: "This position may not be suitable for you, we already have a favorite candidate."

Behind him, several young men were already standing.

"Chen Jianguo" slowly withdrew the hand that handed the resume, and hung it by his side, clenched into a fist. He stared at the man in the suit and said firmly, "But I can do better than all of them."

Up to now, Dong Zheng has almost released the correct identity of everyone.

It didn't take long for the black mist around the fake Dong Zheng and "Chen Jianguo" to subside one by one, and they successfully escaped from their inner demons.

"very exciting."

Pen and paper were sent to them again by Mr. deeds, and the second round of voting began.

Dong Zheng still voted for No. 3, but the vote was withdrawn by Mr. deeds. He still announced the result of the vote after 3 minutes.

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, the results of the second round of voting have come out, and the one with the most votes is No. 4."

"Chen Jianguo" sighed helplessly. He stared at Mr. deeds who announced the result, his eyes passed over the butler's shoulder, and fell on the mirror behind him.

The old man looked at himself in the mirror. He seemed to see something, but he didn't say a word until the figure disappeared into the room.

Now in the small meeting room, only No. 2 Fat House, No. 3 the fake Dong Zheng, No. 5 the bamboo pole played by Dong Zheng, and Mr. deeds, the bell steward who is in charge of hosting.

"Unfortunately, the 'ghost' is still among us."

Everyone's eyes sank. In the next third round, if they still fail to determine who is the ghost and vote for an innocent person, then after the next vote, there will only be one normal person left. The man and the ghost, according to the rules, the ghost will win.

But the clues they can get are so limited.

They don't know the existence of "ghosts" any differently, and Mr. deeds has never provided relevant useful information other than telling them that there is a ghost among these people.

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

The bell steward didn't care how they sounded, and the presiding over the process was still going on. Dong Zheng took a deep breath, he and Fatty looked at each other, and stood up.

No. 3 fake Dong Zheng sitting in the middle of the two was still frowning and thinking. He noticed Dong Zheng's movements from the mirror, and just had time to say "What are you doing!", he was picked up from the chair and greeted his head Dong Zheng who came was knocked out.

Finally quieted this dishonest guy who was wearing his own shell, Dong Zheng put down his chair, sat back down again, pretended nothing happened, and asked, "What is the third round of tests?"

Mr. deeds couldn't say a word for a moment, and one of the three original participants fainted, so the pre-set process could not be carried out.

He could only say: "Because Mr. No. 3 has lost consciousness, the originally planned game cannot be played—"

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

Mr. deeds was silent for a moment, and could only send another note to Dong Zheng and Fei Zhai. Dong Zheng quickly wrote down a number and gave the note to Butler Ling.

The fake Dong Zheng had fainted and was unable to vote, and the note was left alone next to his head on the table.This time, Steward Ling read the note from Dong Zheng and Fei Zhai, sighed, and announced: "Mr. No. 3 is unable to vote because he is unconscious. It is considered as an abstention. The results of this round of voting have been announced, and the one with the most votes is — No. 3." .”

The fake Dong Zheng, who was in a coma, failed to make any elimination speeches, and his figure disappeared into the room.

Now only Dong Zheng, Fei Zhai and Butler Ling are left here.

The voice of Mr.deeds resounds in everyone's ears:

"Unfortunately, the 'ghost' is still among us."