Two months later, on the Finnish-Swiss border, on an inconspicuous small farm.
Zhang Heng wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the ax in his hand, moved the chopped firewood back to the woodshed and stacked it. When he opened the door and walked into the living room, steaming bread and freshly made bread were already placed on the table. Fish soup out of the pot.
67-year-old Greta is the owner of this farm. Her husband and only son were both killed in the war. Another daughter married away to the United States. More than a month ago, she kindly took in the two people who came to stay.
After learning that they had nowhere to go, she warmly invited them to stay.
It happened that the farm was short of help, so the two settled in. Greta only said that the two were relatives of the man in the United States, and Zhang Heng's fluent English also proved this from the side.
As for Simon, she was as quiet as ever, but as time went by, her somewhat boring persona was gradually accepted by the people around her.
Both of them threw away their weapons halfway, and the gunshot wound on Simon's shoulder was cured by a small town doctor. She had no relatives. Her only grandfather had passed away the year before last, and she had been there since a certain time. In a sense, there is nothing to worry about.
After the battle at the lake, Zhang Heng originally wanted to take the girl to the United States, but after thinking about it, he found that this was a bit unrealistic. The distance between the United States and Finland was too far, and it might not be possible to arrive in a while. , and Simon also speaks average English. In comparison, it would be better to stay in Sweden, which borders Finland.
The former was once one of the principalities of the latter. Many Finns can speak Swedish. And in small villages like this on the border, the vast majority of people know two languages. Greta is one of them. One, at least here Simon has no communication barriers.
Zhang Heng saw the girl coming back from outside through the window. She was carrying a shotgun and a dead rabbit and fox in her hand.
Simon put the prey in the kitchen, then put the shotgun back in the attic, and then came down to wash his hands and eat.
Grandma Greta filled a bowl of fish soup for everyone, and Zhang Heng thanked her in Finnish, just like every night before.
The three of them finished their dinner in a harmonious atmosphere and said good night to each other.
Early the next morning, Greta prepared food for the two of them early and put it in the basket.
Simon did not wear his usual hunting clothes, but deliberately put on a floral skirt. This was originally made by the old man for his daughter. It was a bit too small for Simon, and the latter seemed a little uncomfortable with this dress.
Greta smiled and handed over the picnic basket in her hand and said to the two of them, "Have fun."
Zhang Heng took the basket and hugged the old man, "Goodbye, Greta."
"Goodbye, kid."
The old man waved at the door. The two of them looked like a young couple going on an outing. Zhang Heng drove Simon on his bicycle through the fields of the farm, the square in the center of the town, and the hospital with blood donation advertisements...feeling along the way. Looking at the exotic scenery around me.
The Soviet-Finnish War has temporarily come to an end, but the war across the European continent has just begun. Sweden was one of the few countries that survived this catastrophe because of its status as a neutral country, and it was also considered a paradise during World War II.
Zhang Heng parked his bicycle on a grassy field outside the town. The two of them climbed up the grassy slope with a picnic basket and saw the sea of flowers on the other side. Zhang Heng did not know the names of the small white flowers below.
Speaking of which, the national flower of Finland seems to be a white flower called lily of the valley. Unfortunately, he came at the wrong time. There was still a month or two before the flowering period, so he probably had no chance to see it.
This was the last day he would stay in this dungeon. Zhang Heng confessed to Simon about the arrival of this day very early. The girl didn't say anything, she just made an appointment with him for this last outing.
The two walked around the streets of the town, fished in the pond, and played poker for a while. Afterwards, they shared the caviar sandwich prepared by Greta on the top of the slope, but they still didn't say much.
This is also the way the two of them are most accustomed to getting along.
The breeze blew Simon's hair and skirt, and finally the girl rested her head on someone's knee and closed her eyes...
Zhang Heng glanced at the time on his watch, took off his coat, and covered Simon's body. The sleeping girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly.
The next moment, Zhang Heng heard that familiar voice.
[Return deadline reached, mission completed confirmed...]
[Welcome to you after clearing the dungeon Mannerheim Defense Line. The third round of the game is over and you are about to return to the real world...]
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Zhang Heng opened his eyes from the booth and felt as if he was in another world.
Obviously this round of the game has the shortest time, but because of the strong pressure of death, he works extra hard to live every minute and every second. After returning from the war-torn World War II to today's civilized society, he is like It's a time travel of hundreds of years.
It’s just that there is no longer that person to rely on.
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This time, Zhang Heng sat in the booth for half an hour before he stood up. As he stood up, something slipped out of his pocket. Zhang Heng lowered his head and was startled when he saw that thing. Startled.
This is a small piece of animal bone necklace that the girl always wears around her neck. It is much smaller than the piece of bone that the old man in Tang suit threw to him before, only as big as a fingernail.
Carved on it is a tall red pine with thick branches and complex root system.
Zhang Heng didn't know when Simon secretly put this thing into his pocket, but since he could bring it back, it means that this little thing is also a game prop.
More than one hundred and forty days have passed. Zhang Heng originally thought that he would not encounter any more game props in the third round of the game, but he did not expect that the game prop would always be by his side.
He was not in a hurry to have the bartender examine it, because since Simon had worn it for such a long time, it meant that it had no negative effects.
At the moment, he still has something that needs to be identified.
——The bone fragment of Moresby, Zhang Heng followed the advice of the old man in Tang suit and tried not to expose his relationship with the other party, so he waited until the end of this round of the game to have the opportunity to get this piece, which was not from the game copy. Give the game props to the bartender lady.
With the latter's usual fishing attitude, when he saw the thing in Zhang Heng's hand, he couldn't help but raise his head and take another look at him, and said with suspicion, "I know you have a lucky rabbit's foot, but will this bonus?" Is it too exaggerated? Three rounds of copies and three game props? Are you the illegitimate son of Lady Luck?"
