Follow along all the way, don't ask the ending

do not want to separate

why are you here

acting a play that doesn't care

We should talk about more than just the weather

Can't solve the deadlock

Since we have the strength to hurt each other

why not work hard

—— Stefanie Sun "Bad Weather"

At night, the manor is as quiet as a cemetery, perhaps, it should also be called dead silence.

Thinking about his own metaphor, Qin Jiu couldn't help but lower his head and smile.

If this manor is a tomb, what about yourself?Is it a zombie?Or undead?Or a dying person?

Since he came here to recuperate, he felt more and more like a living dead.Sometimes muscle stiffness occurs, and he doesn't want anyone to see himself in a mess. The manor is huge, so he drives the vodka to another house.Sitting quietly on the terrace in a daze has become his daily routine.

So during the day, he felt less dead and silent. The orange lake surface was reflected by the setting sun, and it flashed into his eyes.It seems as if you can hear the voices of the life of the residents on the island-the little ghosts are out of school, the housewives chatting, and the fish shop owner's yelling are still so stupid... The reason why I say it is as if it is because the manor is too big, it stands to reason I can't hear the noise, maybe I have been alone for too long, and I have auditory hallucinations.Reaching into his pocket, he could still touch the badge that said Sherry. Strange to say, he would touch this badge now, but he would never be hurt again.Perhaps because of the passage of time, the sharp edges and corners of the badges that have just been produced have gradually become smooth.

All this woman left for herself was this cold badge.

In order to relieve boredom, using a telescope to appreciate the sea has become one of his hobbies.From sunrise to sunset to the sea.

He even wanted to give himself a good shot and forget it.

Midori took Potter to visit him in the manor after performing the mission, and said, "Do you know what you look like now? It's like a breathing corpse."

He doesn't answer.

Midori said again: "I can't stand it anymore, let me inform you to go to this hospital in Guam to receive treatment from a doctor." Then she took out a business card, "Look for this doctor."

He replied without even looking, "I don't want those strange doctors with scalpels and forceps to approach me."

He remained unmoved.

"It's not a strange doctor. This hospital belongs to the organization. One-third of it is the organization's people, and the rest are ordinary doctors who don't know." Midori persuaded, "Please, brother, don't let me It’s hard for me to do it, whether you accept the doctor’s treatment is your business, but it’s my task to tie you to this hospital.”

Gin lit a cigarette and ignored her.

"This is an order from the organization!" Midori couldn't bear it anymore and threw out her trump card.

Gin finally followed Midori on the plane to Guam.Guam, now a non-constitutional territory of the United States, is an overseas territory of the United States.Most of the island's residents are immigrants.On the plane, Midori whispered to Porter, "Steal his Beretta, I saw him in the left coat pocket."

Potter lowered his voice: "Thank you, I don't want to have my leg broken yet."

"If you don't go, your sister Shirley will die. It's not that you stole it and don't return it. You stole it and I unloaded his magazine."

"You're stronger than Hua Diao! Wait? Shirley?" Potter took a breath, "Don't tell me that Shirley is in the hospital where big brother is going?"

"yes……"

Potter yawned: "Then there's no need to steal it, brother is reluctant to do it."

"How do you know? Do you know what happened to them before? What is the relationship between Gin and her?"

Potter scratched his head: "Looks like a lover..."

Gin was admitted to a separate ward, which was clean and white without a speck of dust.He pulled the thick bed curtain to block out the light.Even if he came here following the order of the organization, the doctor couldn't solve his symptoms.He didn't care, and even felt that he would be happier without those annoying doctors and nurses constantly checking him, although those doctors and nurses were arranged by the organization.

However, this life is still dead, it is better to die in battle.

Strange to say, I have never slept well. Ever since I developed stiffness symptoms, I was tortured by the stiff muscles in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep. After coming here, I slept soundly.It was rare for him to dream that day. He dreamed of the rose-like elf. She walked to his hospital bed, stroked his long hair neatly, and seemed to rest against his chest for a while.

When he woke up, he was still alone in the room.

He felt like he was going crazy.

Turning over and getting out of bed to take a shower and go out for a walk, but saw a brown hair on the white hospital bed.

There was some pain on the inside of the elbow. He rolled up his sleeve and saw a pinhole.Someone drew blood on themselves in their sleep?

He picked up the water glass beside his bed... sedative?

The heartbeat suddenly missed several beats.

Is she not dead?

No, I saw her dead body with my own eyes.But who else would be so bold except her?

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhibao walked alone to the inpatient area, and arrived outside the ward numbered A1601 with ease.Through the window pane, one can see the long-haired man sleeping soundly inside.Although it was against the rules to give him sedatives without a patient's permission, she could tell from his first day in the hospital that he hadn't slept well these days.This kind of body cannot resist the disease.But it is absolutely impossible for the suspicious and cautious Gin to allow himself to be in a state of unconsciousness.

Therefore, every ten days or so, Zhibao would secretly arrange for the nurse to put a small amount of sedative medicine in his water glass. She strictly controlled the dosage and the frequency of use, so as not to affect his health.But thinking about it, I was a little scared. I came to check him up late at night a few days ago, but he woke up. Fortunately, the medicine affected him, so he didn't wake up. He probably thought he was just dreaming.

The door was unlocked, she pushed it open gently.Step by step into the ward.It was pitch black and could only be discerned by the light coming in from the corridor.

The proud and fierce man was fast asleep.

The author has something to say: (The lyrics are excerpted from Stefanie Sun's "Bad Weather")

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