Two months later, on the Fen-Swedish border, on a small and inconspicuous farm.

Zhang Heng wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the axe in his hand, moved the chopped firewood back to the firewood room and stacked it, and when he pushed open the door and walked into the living room, steaming bread and freshly cooked fish soup were already placed on the table.

Greta, 67, is the owner of the farm, her man and only son were killed in the fighting, and a daughter who married away to the United States, and she kindly took in the two who had come to stay here more than a month ago.

After learning that the two had nowhere to go, she warmly invited them to stay.

It happened that the farm was also short of manpower to help, so the two stayed, and 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 didn't talk much as always, but as time went by, her somewhat boring character was gradually accepted by the people around her.

Both of their weapons were thrown away halfway through, and Simon's gunshot wound to the shoulder was healed by a small-town doctor, who had no relatives and her only grandfather had died the year before, so in a sense she didn't have much to worry about.

After the end of the war by the lake, Zhang Heng originally wanted to take the girl to the United States, but then he thought about it and found that it was a bit unrealistic, the distance between the United States and Finland was too far, and he might not be there for a while, and Simon spoke English in general, compared to Sweden, which borders Finland.

The former was one of the principalities of the latter, and many of the Finns spoke Swedish, and in a small village like this border, the vast majority of people were bilingual, and Greta was one of them, at least Simon had no communication barriers.

Zhang Heng saw through the window that the girl was coming back from outside, carrying a shotgun on her back and a dead rabbit and fox in her hands.

Simon put his prey in the kitchen, then put the shotgun back in the attic before coming down to wash his hands and eat.

Grandma Greta filled everyone with a bowl of fish soup, and Zhang Heng thanked him in Finnish, just like every night before.

The three of them finished dinner in a harmonious atmosphere and said goodnight to each other.

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 changed into a floral dress, which the old man had originally made for his daughter, and it was a little small for Simon, and the latter looked a little uncomfortable with this dress.

Greta smiled and handed over the picnic basket in her hand and said to the two, "Have fun." ”

Zhang Heng took the basket and hugged the old man, "Goodbye, Grethai." ”

"Goodbye, kid."

The old man waved at the door, the two looked like a young couple going out on an outing, Zhang Heng rode a bicycle to drive Simon through the fields of the farm, the square in the center of the town, and the hospital with blood donation advertisements...... Feel the exotic scenery around you along the way.

The Soviet-Finnish War has come to an end for the time being, but the war on the entire European continent has just begun, and Sweden is one of the few countries that survived the Holocaust because of its status as a neutral country, and it can be regarded as a paradise in World War II.

Zhang Heng parked his bicycle on a grass outside the town, and the two climbed up the grassy slope with picnic baskets, and also saw the sea of flowers on the other side, Zhang Heng didn't know the names of the small white flowers below.

Speaking of which, Finland's national flower seems to be a white flower called lily of the valley, but unfortunately he came at the wrong time, there is still a month or two before the flowering period, and he should not have the opportunity to see it.

This is the last day he stayed in this dungeon, Zhang Heng confessed to Simon about the arrival of this day very early, the girl didn't say anything, just made an appointment with him for this last outing.

The two walked through the streets of the town, fished in the pond, played poker for a while, and then shared a caviar sandwich prepared by Greta at the top of the slope, but still didn't say much.

This is also the mode that the two are most accustomed to getting along.

The breeze ruffled 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 girl who was asleep, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

The next moment, that familiar voice came from Zhang Heng's ears.

[Arrival of the return deadline, task completion confirmation ......]

[Welcome to the Mannerheim 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 unexpectedly gave birth to a feeling of being separated from the world.

Obviously, this round of the game is the shortest, but because of the strong pressure of death, he has worked extra hard every minute and every second, and from the war-torn World War II to today's civilized society, he is like traveling through a hundred years of time.

It's just that there is no longer that person who relies on each other.

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This time, Zhang Heng sat in the booth for half an hour before he stood up, and as he got up, something slipped out of his pocket, Zhang Heng lowered his head, and was stunned when he saw that kind of thing.

This is a small piece of animal bone necklace that the girl has been wearing around her neck, which is much smaller than the bone piece that the old man in Tang costume threw to him before, only the size of a fingernail.

Carved into it is a tall pine tree with thick branches and intricate roots.

Zhang Heng didn't know when Simon quietly put this thing in his pocket, but since he could bring it back, it meant that this little thing was also a game prop.

More than one hundred and forty days have passed, Zhang Heng originally thought that he would not encounter game props in the third round of the game, but he didn't expect that game props to be by his side all the time.

He wasn't in a hurry to have Miss Bartender identify it, because since this thing had been worn by Simon for so long, it meant that it shouldn't have any negative effects.

Right now, he has one more thing that needs to be identified.

- The bone fragment of Morlesby, Zhang Heng followed the advice of the old man in Tang costume and tried not to expose his relationship with the other party, so he waited until the end of this round of games before he had the opportunity to give this game prop that was not obtained from the game copy to Miss Bartender.

The latter's consistent attitude of touching fish, when he saw the things in Zhang Heng's hand, he couldn't help but look up at him more, and said with a suspicious face, "I know you have lucky rabbit feet, but isn't this bonus too exaggerated?" Three rounds of dungeons, three game items? Aren't you the illegitimate child of Lady Luck? ”