I Was Once a Legend

When the door was knocked, the three people in the room were a little surprised.

Dong Zheng and Lin Hai had just arrived in the pure white realm. Except for Wang Allen, whom Hamel Enli knew, there was no one who knew each other. Who would come?

Dong Zheng got up: "I'll open the door."

They live in the most common tube house, the house is not big, one room and one hall, the room key is given to them by the clown through the novice box, the furniture is fairly complete, the brothers take turns sleeping on the sofa, but it is quite stable.

Dong Zheng has been observing the neighbors for the past three days, and they all seem to be new residents like them. Many people never return after going out. Apart from changing houses, they are more likely to die.

He opened the door and there was no one in the aisle except for a courier box at the door.

Dong Zheng squatted down to look at the delivery note posted on it. The recipient wrote his name, and the sender's position was blank.

Many things in this place cannot be explained by the common sense of the real world. Dong Zheng was no longer embarrassed for himself, and carried the box into the house.

Quite heavy.

And... there seems to be something moving inside?

Linhai came together curiously: "What?"

"I don't know." Dong Zheng put the box on the table, and Cui Zuojing, who was lying on the window sill and fell into memory, turned his head and saw the box's eyes lit up, and immediately came over, "It's for me."

"Aren't you a prisoner? Why would someone send you something, and it clearly says my brother's name on it?" Dong Linhai spit out.

Cui Zuojing ignored him and took Dong Zheng's pen on the table with his hand. The nib easily cut the tape along the box cover. Along with the sound of the courier box being torn open, the contents inside made a restless noise and could not wait to show his head.

Is that... a cat? !

The white cat jumped lightly out of the box, the triangular pink pointed ears shivered, and the amber eyes were clear and transparent in the sun like two glass beads, and the tail swept over Cui Zuojing's wrist.

It squatted gracefully on the table, looking at the two brothers in front of it with surprise, with a strong Russian accent in the bass: "Hello."

...Wait, the cat talked?

Also **** Maozi accent? !

Linhai was dumbfounded.

What a fantasy world this is!

Rao is calm, as Dong Zheng can't help but be surprised. In his cognitive world, he has never thought of a cat with a Russian accent-well, just in Hameln, even the mice who can talk and wear vests Having seen it, what else is impossible?

Cui Zuojing stretched his hand and scratched Victor's chin, finally reassuring: "He even used the express box, and he wasn't afraid to bore you."

"He sent me over, and I stayed in the box for a while, it doesn't matter." Victor rubbed the palm of the teenager intimately and smiled at the frightened two. "Don't be surprised, I'm Azuo Friend Victor Vladimir Molotov, you can call me Victor, or like Azu, call me uncle."

The string of Russian names with bullet tongues directly blinded Lin Hai. He looked at Cui Zuojing and the white cat, and Dong Zheng again, and wisely chose not to speak for the time being.

"You are not an ordinary prisoner, are you." Dong Zheng asked for a moment when he was silent.

Cui Zuojing raised his eyebrows: "How to say?"

"Although I haven't been here for a long time, it is clearly stated in the "Newcomer's Handbook" that once you become a prisoner, even if you retain the memory of your life, you will not be allowed to know someone privately and in the past without the permission of the owner. Have more contact."

Dong Zheng calmly looked at Cui Zuojing and said, "When you were fighting the flute player, you suddenly ran out of the prisoner's space, and now an old friend came to the door... Actually, you are not completely under my control. Yes, right?"

"That's right." Cui Zuojing admitted frankly, "I'm not a real prisoner, and Victor did come here for other purposes, but you have to believe that there is a blood contract, I can't harm you. of."

"I know, but the feeling of being concealed is not very comfortable." Dong Zheng is not used to any uncontrollable things, but now, things can only get used to slowly, "I will wait until you are willing to tell me ."

"Don't worry, if you are sure that you can help me and Azuo, we will confess everything." Victor stretched out a pink front paw and touched Dong Zheng's finger, he knew Yi Cui Zuo Jing's personality is very likely to not speak well when facing unfamiliar people, so he takes the lead in showing the good.

Let him do the social work or something.

In front of him, the little white cat looked harmless. Dong Zhenglue hesitated and did not dodge. Two fingers gently held Victor's front paw: "Okay."

Fluffy and fluffy, is it really a cat? Is it really a cat!

Linhai resisted the urge to touch it up and asked, "That... I would take the liberty to ask, have you always been a cat? I mean, did you learn to speak human language like this, or was it before? personal?"

"I am a person," Victor replied patiently. "It's just that he is trapped in the cat's body. One of Azuo's purposes now is to help me get back to where I was."

"Oh, that's better, it's easier to understand." In the end, a young man full of fantastic fantasy, Linhai quickly accepted this fact and asked, "What do you eat? Do you need to buy cat food?" Or something else? Still eat with us."

"It's best to have cat food. If conditions don't allow me, I can eat."

"Eh-I don't know if there is any desire to sell here, I heard that it is the best cat food."

Here Dong Linhai and Victor chatted happily, and Cui Zuojing picked up the "Guidebook for Pure White Realm Newcomers" on the table and looked at it. The one he took should have been Dong Zheng's, with many marks on it, including how to perform in the box to get more points, the rules of the night of clearing, etc., which reflects the seriousness of the man.

"I still don't understand a lot about this place." Dong Zheng leaned against the wall, looking at the teenager who was looking down at the manual, suddenly said.

Cui Zuojing looked up at him, "For example?"

"The clown said that if he wants to go out from here, he must participate in the pilgrimage, reach the queen's palace, and make a request to the queen. This is also written in the manual." Dong Zheng's voice was calm, and this problem has been bothering him since he came, " Can anyone really go back? Everyone came here after the death of the real world. The corpse of Linhai and I are now estimated to be out of shape. If we go back, what form will we exist in?"

"..." Cui Zuojing was silent for a moment, "This can't tell you yet."

Dong Zheng asked keenly: "Can't you or you don't know?"

"I know, but there may be no reference value."

After all, from the time when the pure white realm existed, only he succeeded in going out alone.

On the evening of the sixteenth birthday, the whole family made a sumptuous dinner and waited for his son to come home from school, but there was no news until 7pm. The news of the prisoner's escape was repeated on TV.

The mother accompanied her sister at home, and the anxious father came out to find. In the remote alley, he found the body of his son who had been stabbed a dozen times and fell into a dry pool of blood. It was already cold and stiff.

The man who was about to faint before he could make the first cry, saw the **** eyelashes of the teenager tremble slightly, and slowly opened his eyes--

Cui Zuojing struggled in the pure white realm for three years and four months, but in reality, two hours and thirty-seven minutes passed.

Eight years ago, everything was still vivid, Cui Zuojing closed his eyes, thinking of the tears of his parents and sister before leaving, there was no wave in my heart, only dull pain.

"Well, let me change another question." Dong Zheng asked instead, "Can you tell me about the pilgrimage?"

This question is easy to answer, Cui Zuojing said: "The geographical layout of the pure white boundary can be understood as a round target. We are now on the outermost layer, and the queen’s palace is in the bullseye, every two areas. The rooms are filled with twisted spaces, and only endless trains can pass through.

"Countless people who want to go out are risking their hard work and crossing most of the pure white land to petition the queen. Over time, people call the journey to the central area a pilgrimage.

"As for the process...it is to enter the box, get points, props, clues, improve yourself, get a ticket to the next area, and repeat this process until you reach your destination."

Then greet lies and death.

When Cui Zuojing explained, Victor and Dong Linhai stopped talking unconsciously and listened to him quietly. The teenager’s unique voice was in the living room. Victor’s originally gently wagging tail hung on the coffee table, and his white eyelashes dropped, covering the sorrow in his amber eyes.

—He can’t remember how many times he has died.

"That must be difficult," Lin Hai murmured.

Cui Zuojing said: "It is very difficult, so some people choose to live here forever, instead of going to the pilgrimage, but just regularly enter some low-level boxes to earn points that can live for a period of time, but it is still easy to wait because of insufficient strength. Various accidents died in the box."

"There are also a very small number of people whose certain characteristics are recognized by the pure white realm, where they act as weapons manufacturers, ticket inspectors or guides, relying on work to obtain the qualifications for life."

The voice of Cui Zuojing fell, and everyone was silent.

"This is probably the case." Finally, he broke the heavy piece: "So what do you want to choose?"

Is it counting the points at hand, struggling to survive, waiting for the destiny of waiting to be selected for eternal life to work for the pure white realm, or embarking on the pilgrimage journey with the risk of ten deaths, chasing the lingering return opportunity?

It's hard to choose, right?

But for Dong Zheng, there is no choice.

He has always believed that destiny is only in his own hands, and any method of obeying destiny will be directly rejected by him at the beginning.

Stay here for a lifetime? impossible.

"Let's go to the pilgrimage." The man simply neatly said that he didn't notice the slight waves in Cui Zuojing's eyes when he heard his answer, and looked at Linhai, "Want to be with me?"

"Of course!" the teenager replied immediately, "I don't want to stay here for a lifetime, it's better to fight, at least there is hope."

"That's the way to go." Cui Zuojing snapped his fingers, and the teenager leaned on the wall, and even his lips didn't even notice a little smile, "I will help you on the way to the pilgrimage, I hope that the two You can live until Victor and I share the secret."

"It must be." Victor corrected him. The man in the cat's body was as gentle and firm as ever, "It can be successful."

The tiny seeds were planted at this moment, quietly brewing, waiting for a thunderstorm to subvert the world.

Cui Zuojing looked at the horizon again. He knew that in another dimension that his vision could not reach, his family was waiting for him to go back again.

The **** of the prisoner card made Dong Zheng choose him at the most critical moment, and he also chose Dong Zheng at this moment.