Link flipped the sketch paper over and saw John's scribbled handwriting.

Compared with the delicate sketch on the front, John's writing is much more wild, and at first glance it is easy to think of a doctor's prescription.

Link's brows furrowed, and he relied on the solid foundation laid by his nine years of compulsory education to decipher John's words.

[In five years, Shadu has become a little strange to me. When a lot of old guys found out that I was coming, they tried to contact me and wanted to meet and catch up. But what they didn't know was that I had already visited them in secret. Time has left clear traces on them, and some of them are high-spirited in my memory, but it is already twilight when I see them again, and I can no longer see the appearance of the heroes of the past. It turns out that in the face of time, all of us are vulnerable. 】

This messy and delicate style of painting highlights his keen observation.

Looking at the handwriting of the United Pharmaceutical Company building in the sketch, it should be imprinted in my heart after a glance.

There is also a ghostly text behind it, and Link can be sure that it is John.

"It's just that it's not enough for this guy to give me an all-knowing gold coin and push me into the light. What do you mean by sending me these things now? ”

A painting with his own life feelings, how can this thing look so much like a postcard.

After reading it, the macaw behind him said: "Who is a serious person who writes a diary, this person is not serious at first glance, I advise you to avoid interacting with this kind of person." ”

Link looked back and saw the macaw hanging upside down from the door like a bat, its two paws clinging to the beams of the house.

Link looked stunned: "What are you doing here upside down?" ”

The macaw was angry and said, "Look at the letter!" ”

Ah Fu followed Link's method just now, pulled out a sketch from the gap again, and handed it to Link.

This sketch depicts the front of the Shadu Library.

The steps of the city library, the fist sculpture of knowledge is power, and the pillars of the library itself, and the magnificent momentum, leap onto the paper.

It's hard to imagine such an almost real picture, the source of which is just an ordinary pencil.

It's just this sketching skill that can be called 'turning decay into magic'.

Link flipped through the painting again and saw the text behind it.

[Things are not people, and the influence is not enough before. Although you can still hear the name of the King of Killers, for today's young people, they are more in high esteem for a new generation like The Shining Nightmare.

These two people also came to me five years ago, and their abilities at that time were already considered to be a small achievement, but I still did not recommend them, because they were too superstitious about their own power system and ability, and blindly strengthened their strengths, but never thought about making up for their own shortcomings.

I've seen and fought against Nightmares, and I've been beating my records and bounties for the past five years, but I'm not growing in strength. The Shining...... I heard that I went out to do tasks, but I don't know if he has improved. 】

After reading John's words, Link suddenly flashed a flash of inspiration in his heart: "John shouldn't treat me as an emotional confidant, right?" ”

The more Link thought about it, the more he thought it was possible.

Although this old man said that he washed his hands and retired to the rivers and lakes, he was also a middle-aged man of forty years old after all.

His wife was turned into a vegetative state due to a conspiracy car accident and was refrigerated in the depths of the Alan Snow Mountain.

Alone, the beloved around him is only one door away from death, and he has accumulated too many emotions that need to be vented.

And Link, as the only person other than John himself, knows the truth and secrets, so he naturally became the object of John's confiding.

Thinking about it like this, Link was a little enlightened.

"It must be so, this guy thinks I'm a confidant."

After that, Ah Fu brought a third sketch, this time the scene is the Colosseum located on the delta, the huge basalt-shaped Colosseum, lying in the delta, as if suppressing the sketch. With a few strokes, the depression and prosperity of the slums and uptowns are clearly outlined.

Behind it are still some of John's recent experiences in Shadu, as well as his feelings.

The fourth is the Noah Sacred Tree.

Seeing this, Link frowned.

If the previous sketch was made by John, now that the four paintings are in front of Link, the answer is already on paper.

These are all places where Link has been.

United Pharmaceutical Company, City Library, Colosseum, Moon Shadow Council Noah's Sacred Tree.

It's been a week since John last appeared in the Link.

"I didn't expect him to keep an eye on me......" Link couldn't help but muttered to himself.

In other words, John is clear about his promotion and gains during this time.

"What the hell is this guy going to do?" Link thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out John's purpose.

Recommend yourself to Platinum Hotel and make yourself the target of public criticism?

Now I have sent myself so many paintings and 'letters' to confide in my heart.

"Boss, this is the last painting." Ah Fu pulled out the last painting and handed it to Link.

The picture shows a dilapidated dock warehouse, and the other half of the layout depicts a sparkling dock.

The details in the picture are quite in place, and the mottled and unreadable text on the brick wall of the dock warehouse can be seen clearly.

Link flipped to the back and began to read The Diary of John.

[This time I came to Shadu, just for an old man's agreement. But in the past few days, while visiting a few old fellows uninvitedly, I happened to learn that Martha's car accident five years ago did not seem to be a simple accident. Thinking back carefully on the bits and pieces of the past ten years, revisiting the memories of these years, I seem to have a faint sense of a conspiracy sweeping over my head, and I don't know if I should continue to investigate...... I threw away a lot of memories in the corner, and now if someone can help me get them back, maybe I'll have the answer. 】

After reading this text, Link expressed John's inner entanglement.

In his previous life, most of the things about John and Martha were learned about by Link through forum players, and players also summarized them through the mouths of high-level NPCs.

Now John himself said that there was another secret to his wife's 'death', and he vaguely guessed the identity of the other party, but he was struggling with whether to do it.

At the same time, Link also saw something strange in this text.

Memories discarded in the corner, someone can help me get them back, maybe there is an answer.

These cardboard boxes were sent to Link by courier by John in a grand manner, and now the content of the paper is written in the hope that someone will retrieve his memories, doesn't this imply that Link will help him?

Of course, the weirdest thing is that Link has never been to this abandoned dock warehouse in the picture.

Looking at the outline in the picture, it can be seen that it is in the slums, but where it is, Link really has no impression.

"Could it be that there is something John left me in this dock warehouse?"

Just as Link was confused, the system issued a highlight.

[You triggered the A-rank serial quest [Request of the King of Killers], accept/decline]

: The second update is delivered, and there should be a chapter around half past three~