May 4, 1992. I've lost count of how many sleepless nights this has been. Every day I lay down in a sea of grief, and the next day I wake up in a daze. No wonder they call me a walking corpse. Looking in the mirror, I can't help but think so. I went to Baker Street Police Station again to inquire about the situation, but I got the same answer as before. Before leaving, I noticed they looked at me strangely. I think my horrible appearance might have frightened them.
May 5, 1992. I actually went to the police station yesterday? Oh damn, why do I always go there! The police station is not a good place, a bunch of people who just sit there and do nothing! Oh, by the way, what's going on in this house? Why are there children's clothes in the closet? I'm obviously a bachelor! Anyway, I'm going to burn all these weird clothes today!
"Oh, it seems that Ferdinand is sick, with amnesia?" The little frog came to this conclusion after reading the two oldest diary pages.
"It's very likely that he has a child at home." Huang Cheng pondered, "Didn't the boss pick up a rag doll? Maybe it belongs to his daughter."
Several people clicked on the rag dolls in their inventory, but found that the dolls' owners were not displayed.
Xia Yao's attention was not on the doll at all, but on the floor clock about two people tall across the street.
The hour hand moved forward another tick, and at the same time the date below also turned a page.
This was the fourth time they had turned the page since entering the dungeon.
This shows that the flow of time in the copy is much faster than normal time.
Xia Yao remained calm. She saw Huangcheng pat the little frog on the shoulder and asked everyone to continue to sort out the clues.
May 6, 1992, I… I burned those clothes?! Oh my god, what did I do?! Look at all the good things I did. Those clothes can't be burned. They're so… important to me… I went to the police station again today. It's so strange. They all stayed away from me, their eyes filled with fear. I looked down at myself. Even though I hadn't changed my clothes in days, they weren't dirty or smelly. I don't understand…
On May 7, 1992, the damn police knocked on my door! They put me in a red car and took me to a dimly lit place. But who can blame me for my good sense of smell? Hmm, I smell blood and flesh. Could this be a hospital? Ferdinand, what do you think?
The last sentence "Ferdinand, what do you think?" gave goosebumps to everyone who read it.
"He... seems a bit schizophrenic?" The little frog crossed his arms and rubbed his skin vigorously. "He talks differently every day and can't even remember what he did the day before. This is really a serious condition."
"And who is this Ferdinand? Why did he get sick? Why was he arrested? Did he commit a crime?" The King of Kings raised his doubts.
"Yes, and what is the connection between these things and this copy?" The veteran also asked.
A group of people looked at each other, confused.
Just then.
"Look at these two photos." Xia Yao placed the color photo she found on the ground with the slightly yellowed photo she found in the Imperial City, comparing them. "The yellowed one shows it was taken in December 1991. There are two people in it. The man in the vest and trousers is Ferdinand, and the little girl with pigtails standing below him is his daughter."
He turned over the yellowed photo and saw two names written in beautiful handwriting on the back: Ferdinand Donald & Sarah Donald
Little Frog and the others nodded, having no objection to this information.
Xia Yao then covered the color photo and continued, "This photo was taken on May 6, 1992. Pay attention to this date, it coincides with the date on one of the diary fragments. On the 6th, he realized that he had burned his daughter's clothes. Perhaps he was in a state of emotional turmoil and thought of his daughter, so he took this photo that day."
After saying that, he slowly moved his hand away.
Everyone's pupils suddenly widened.
"This...is this the same person?!" The little frog covered his mouth, trying hard to restrain the urge to scream.
"How could he..." Huang Cheng trembled slightly, and his face instantly turned as pale as the wall. He obviously couldn't believe that the guy in the photo Xia Yao picked up was the same person in the photo he picked up.
The kings of kings and veterans all gasped: "Oh my god, this might be a cross-species thing...!"
In the first photo, he was clearly handsome and his daughter was well-behaved and cute, but in less than half a year, Ferdinand turned into a hunchbacked and short old man!
No, to say he is an old man is considered mild!
What old man has a tail on his butt? What old man has skin so dark and hard, like the hide of a wild animal? And those two black claws sticking out from his shirt—how can they be human hands? They're clearly monsters!
Hey monster...?
etc.
The group suddenly realized something!
They stared at Xia Yao with their mouths wide open, and then received a solemn nod from the latter.
"Yes, you are right." Xia Yao said, "The mutant we killed on the edge of the city was Ferdinand."
Everyone: …!!!
Damn, this is not a plague city, it's clearly a monster city!
A wave of shock washed over the crowd's eyes. Xia Yao ignored their shock and continued calmly analyzing, "And the little girl next to you, look carefully. Don't you realize this isn't actually a living person?"
Everyone: ...!
So you pushed me and I pushed you, and we gathered together and got closer.
It would be fine if you didn't look closely, but when you looked carefully, you found that Sarah's expression in the second photo was particularly terrifying!
There was no light in his dark eyes, the corners of his mouth were raised as if the arc was deliberately made with a needle, and his head was slightly tilted to the side, which made people feel more and more creepy the more they looked at it!
"Ahhh, I'm scared to death, isn't this the rag doll we took out to look at just now!" The little frog jumped three feet high and stepped back repeatedly, but when he found that he was about to retreat out of the corner of the wall and disappear into the fog, he quickly retracted his feet.
"Ah, it turns out to be this rag doll." Huang Cheng also felt it was scary, but he was not as timid as the little frog. Instead, he took out the rag doll from the inventory and looked it over.
"It looks pretty good." He sighed.
The frog then glared at him with resentment: "Put it back now! It's so scary!"
Huang Cheng could only shrug his shoulders, put the doll back into his inventory, and turned to look at Xia Yao: "So, between December 1991 and May 1992, some major change happened in Mr. Ferdinand's family?"
This incident not only caused him to lose his daughter, but also turned himself into a living monster.
Xia Yao nodded and read out another clue that the King of Kings had found: "On the evening of June 1, 1992, five guards patrolling Baker Street were suddenly attacked. According to witnesses, the attacker seemed to be a beast with a tail..."
The beast with a long tail...
Isn't that Ferdinand!
Everyone had a vague feeling that they had grasped something, but it wasn't clear.
Suddenly, she asked calmly, "Does anyone remember the time in the dungeon now?"
The little frog, the imperial city, and the king of kings were all stunned.
Only the veteran's expression changed suddenly.
Noticing his abnormality, the three of them surrounded him and asked, "What's wrong, veteran? Do you know?"
The old man's lips trembled. He looked at Xia Yao, and after getting her consent, he finally confessed slowly: "When we first came in, there was a clock at the door. I glanced at it and the hour hand was pointing to 12."
"And then?" Everyone stared at him.
"We've been in the dungeon for more than an hour so far, but look at the grandfather clock across the street. The hour hand has already reached 4." The veteran pointed across the street, and the three of them looked over at the same time.
"So it's 4 o'clock now?" asked the little frog.
The veteran shook his head and said, "No, it's not. It doesn't matter what time it is. What matters is what time it is now."
"Huh? What do you mean?" The three people were confused.
As if afraid that he couldn't explain himself clearly, the veteran gave Xia Yao a look.
Xia Yao stepped forward and said calmly, "The hour hand in this instance doesn't represent time, but date. You can look at the year, month, and day displayed below the clock face. Every time the hour hand moves forward one hour, the date moves forward one day."
The little frog was stunned for a moment, while Huangcheng and the King of Kings immediately ran across to check the date.
"It's May 4, 1992!" The two men stared at each other and said in unison.
"What? Isn't that the same date as the one on the first diary fragment?" The little frog exclaimed, as if realizing something, "Should we go find Mr. Ferdinand now?"
Plague City is very big, but fortunately, the place they are going to is not far away.
Baker Street, which was next to the street they were on at the moment, was also the location of the police station mentioned by Ferdinand in the diary fragments.
This dungeon didn't give them any tasks, and the boss had no idea for the time being, so they could only start with the dungeon plot.
From a distance, they saw the words "Police Department" faintly visible in the fog.
"Let me go and check out the situation!" The little frog seemed to have thought that this was a copy where he would compete with others, and was afraid that others would snatch the Boss away, so he rushed out immediately.
Who knew a black shadow would suddenly appear!
"Little frog, be careful!" Huangcheng rushed forward, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back.
A silver dagger stabbed into his back with a "whoosh".
More than 1,000 blood points were gone in an instant.
The little frog exclaimed, "Monster, I actually chopped you down over 1,000 times?!"
Even if the Royal City changed its output equipment, it wouldn't drop so much.
As I was surprised, I saw the assassin opposite me flash and disappear in an instant.
They must be here to kill him!
The little frog looked around in surprise, the muscles in the arm holding the staff tensed tightly.
But the next second, the air beside his ears stagnated, and then a murderous coldness was aimed at the back of his neck!
Oh no, there’s no way to escape!
The little frog quickly turned around and tried to block the attack with his staff.
Suddenly, her voice came from the team channel.
"Don't block, just counterattack."
Wha…what?
The little frog almost thought he had heard it wrong.
But the murderous intent was about to fall, and seeing that it could not be stopped, the little frog gritted his teeth and changed from defense to attack.
The next moment, the assassin opposite him snorted coldly.
"It's a dead end," he said.
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