The day dawned, the first morning light appeared in the distant mountains, a new cycle began, the heavens and the earth had a new color in an instant, and the light began to shine on the earth.

"He has two more days." George said that they had been standing like this all night, and the morning dew wet the ends of their hair and the corners of their eyebrows.

"Really? You may also only have two days left? Li Ruochan replied, her body was still straight, like a delicate flower surrounded by morning dew, beautiful and incomprehensible.

"Let's go down and get something to eat! It's been one night, we'll come back in the evening, and by the way, I've donated a quaint bell to the Arc de Triomphe, which should be heard tonight! George invited, but the people had already begun to retreat.

George pressed the upward button, and the sound of twisting between the chain and the gears clearly reached her ears, and the sound of "squeak, squeak" made people not suspect that the next moment, he would have a new accident again, but George seemed to believe in the elevator, and he lifted his foot and walked up.

The door slid slightly, and then closed, Li Ruochan watched the old man disappear in front of him so easily, and the whole person was stunned and unconsciously in a daze.

After a brief pause, the elevator hinges were back in motion, and George was supposed to be at the bottom, the doors were open, and there was no one inside, and she stepped inside.

"Is he still alive?" George asked, looking at his old friend in front of him.

"I don't know, come to think of it, it shouldn't be a person with a short life!" The old man opposite George was dressed in a sophisticated suit, his hair was combed and shiny, and he was holding a glass of vintage wine in his hand.

"You're really cold-blooded! I seem to know you again! George picked up the decanter and poured himself a glass of wine, the glass swaying gently around his fingertips.

"You're old, what do you want so much warmth." The old man said a little jokingly, but his words did not show any warmth.

"You know what? You're becoming more and more like a ghost, a cold ghost, with no temperature to speak of. George took a sip of his wine and said this through the momentary anesthesia of the alcohol hitting his head.

"No, it's not like it, it's what it is, except that I didn't sacrifice my soul, and everything else is no different from a ghost.

Do you know why I didn't go to the sacrifice? For people like me, even if their bodies are old and their muscles have atrophied, there will still be many evil spirits who are willing to accept me, do you know why I don't go? Friends! ”

Like an olive branch of a demon, like a mandala of hell, the beautiful but deadly words deeply stimulated George, and his breathing became a little short. That's what he's been pursuing, but his old friend has kept him away, and today, for some reason, he suddenly brought it up again.

"Why? I don't understand, you have a chance to step through that door, you can become the supreme new king, why did you choose to give up?

Your bloodline, everything you do is preparing you to become the new king, it is like a broad road, you only need to take a step to enter a beautiful new life. ”

George sat down, his expression in a state of extreme euphoria, and the after-effects of that year were unconsciously affecting his thinking.

"Because of loneliness, it's a poison that is incredibly poisonous.

She had given me a choice, and I lingered for a long time! The old man seemed to be caught in a memory, and the memory had a dreamlike color, and it was so wonderful that one was immersed in it unconsciously.

"And then? That's the first king! That is the highest glory, and it is a memorabilia worthy of being engraved on the pillar stone of black iron for eternity! "An affectionate aria like a bard.

"I didn't know how to choose, I chose to ask her, I don't know, what can that feeling bring me? I was scared, I was helpless, I was hesitant, I chose to ask her for help! The old man shrank himself into the corner of his chair, just as he had been back then.

"What did she say? What did she say? "The adrenaline is rushing, the spirit is in a state of high euphoria, he's approaching the essence of things, he's approaching the thing he's pursuing, it's just that he's just a ghost.

"Loneliness, the poison of the world, if you choose this path, then you will be like me, bear this eternal loneliness, or, one morning, or in the evening of the twilight drum and morning bell, choose to end yourself."

The old man's tone suddenly became high, he seemed to have become the same woman he had been, and he involuntarily repeated her words.

"Everything has no meaning, there is no pursuit in life, the existence of the walking dead, that is God's punishment for Cain, and God's punishment for us!"

Like a basin of cold water pouring down from his head, George suddenly became calm, his back was already flowing with cold sweat, the adrenaline was dropping sharply, the body temperature began to return to normal, and then slowly dropped by four or five degrees.

George took a big sip of red wine, the restlessness in his heart had already calmed down, but the fear in his heart had not diminished at all, and he still couldn't forget the eighth day, the eighth day in the Golden Triangle region.

In the dark and deep room, he sat alone at the foot of the wall in a daze, and the only concept of time was a faint light from the vent above his head, and he sat down under that light.

Every day, a special waiter will deliver enough food for three meals a day from a small opening in the door of the room, and then, when the key sounds, the whole space is closed again, and the silence makes people feel like they have an illusion.

He drank another glass of wine, and only under the anesthesia of alcohol did he dare to recall these things, and only under the anesthesia of alcohol could he sleep peacefully.

He didn't know how he managed to hold on until the eighth day, and he had no memory of anything after that, but there were some fragments of memory, but they only appeared in the depths of his sleep, and he couldn't tell whether it was true or false, whether it was a dream or a reality.

When he woke up again, he was in a beautiful plain white room, which was a hospital, and he was speaking words that he did not understand.

He saw the sunlight outside the window, but in a few moments he was blinded by a good-looking nurse who spoke pure London English.

"You've been in the dark for a long time, you need to get some rest, and your eyes can't touch the bright light." As she spoke, the woman picked up his other hand and covered it over his own eyes, skin to skin touching made him feel like he had been reborn.

She gave him an obedient look, and then walked to the window and drew the plain curtains, leaving a small slit that was just enough to let in a beam of light, and she stood in the light and smiled at him.