(I'm sorry.,The new plot has to be made up for a while.,It's a little late.,And,It's the middle of the month.,What about your tickets!) ）

Suddenly, John coughed a few times.

He took something out of his pocket that looked like a sprayer commonly used by asthma sufferers and squirted it into his mouth.

Due to his body, the jigsaw could not exist outside the immortal coffin for too long, but fortunately, whether it was Shirley, Quinn, or even Hannibal in the hospital, he was able to get some drugs to temporarily suppress the collapse of his body, so with the help of this spray, the jigsaw was able to move in the outside world for a while.

After a while, he looked at the clock on the wall of the bar, and the time was already pointing to 5:45.

He stood up and walked slowly out the door of the bar.

The bar is right on Cheers Avenue and not far from the bus stop, which is why jigsaws come here to take shelter from the rain.

Soon, John was at the bus stop, where the rain curtain cut off the rain, and he looked at his watch, the time was almost 6 o'clock, and it was less than a minute away. However, the entire street was sparsely populated, and as far as the eye could see along the straight road, there was not a single car......

"Is it late?" John said as he looked down at the rain that was spreading to his feet.

But as soon as his thoughts came to this, a bus stopped in front of him slowly.

John was slightly stunned, he raised his head, and saw that the bus was painted gray and black, and there were not many cars in the color of the invitation card in his hand, and the word "dream" was also marked in white font.

Well, it seems that this bus is the one who came to pick me up as mentioned in the invitation, but there was no one on the whole street just now...... Where did this car come from?

He was puzzled, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, maybe it was because the rain was too big just now and he didn't see it clearly.

With that in mind, he boarded the bus......

There is nothing special about the inside of the bus, except that the color of the seats is still gray and black, and there is no one except the driver and himself, which is no different from the usual bus.

So, he walked back a little and sat down.

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A sudden feeling of weightlessness.

John felt a little dizzy, he slowly opened his eyes, and then he was extremely shocked to find that in front of him was the lights of a huge city at night, all of which were like fireflies, curled up at his feet, and at the same time, he was constantly moving away from him......

"I'm flying?" This was John's first momentary thought.

And then, he found that he was not flying, but standing on an elevator, and in front of him was a piece of transparent glass, which made the scenery outside the window come into view, and he was following the elevator to rise rapidly.

"Where is this? Why am I here? This was his second thought.

Immediately, he turned his head and saw a closed elevator door behind him, and next to the door, there was a row of floor buttons...... In fact, it is a bit inaccurate to say that it is a row, because, on the entire button board, there is only one button, and that button is ...... Painted with a wine glass.

"What is this?" John muttered to himself as he looked at the strangely designed keys.

It was only then that John finally realized a problem that was more serious than all the above doubts.

"I ...... Who is it? ”

......

Well, he's John, but there's nothing else in the man's head other than this simple name. It wasn't until he saw the wrinkles on his hands and touched his face that he finally remembered that he seemed to be an old man over half a hundred years old.

With a "ding", the sound of the elevator changed John's thoughts.

The elevator door in front of him slowly opened, and a bar appeared in front of John.

John was puzzled and stepped out of the elevator.

It's a bar with a somewhat retro décor...... There were no men and women writhing their waists and buttocks frantically on the dance floor, no coldly dressed women giggling and mixing with the men, in fact, there was almost no one here, only soft music echoing between the deserted walls.

Directly in front of the elevator door, there is a bar counter with some chairs in front of it, and behind the bar is a wine rack with colorful wine bottles on it, and John can't name it.

And in front of the bar, there sat a man in a shabby long military coat, although he was not very burly and not too tall, but judging from the extremely short hair, this was undoubtedly a man.

And behind the bar, there stood a man in a bartender shirt, he looked very ordinary, or rather, a little too ordinary, that too ordinary face made John almost unrecognizable his age, although his hair was black, but as long as he dyed it white, the other party would change from a young man in his 20s, immediately to an old man about the same age as John, at the moment, he was wiping a wine glass with a handkerchief.

And these two people, plus themselves, are all the people in this bar.

Confused, John walked to the bar and ghostly walked down.

"Would you like to have a drink?" The bartender asked, his eyes narrowing together with a smile that formed a gap with a curvature that made it impossible to see the pupils.

Instead of answering his question, John asked, "Where is this?" ”

"Hehe, I guess, your next question must be 'Who am I?' The bartender said with a smile.

John found the atmosphere very strange, but his state of mind did not fluctuate too much, as if he had no fear of this strange anger.

"yes, who am I?" He asked, following the bartender's words.

"That's a good question, but there will be a few more guests in a while, so I hope you can wait a little longer, and when you are all here, I will answer them all for you, so that you can save a lot of time." The bartender, still smiling, explained to John, "So, what do you want to drink?" He asked again.

John hesitated for a moment, he turned his head to look at the short-haired young man on the side, he noticed that this person's right hand had been wearing a black glove, and the wine glass he was holding had a strong smell of wine, as you can imagine, it was definitely an extremely spicy spirit, but the young man drank it casually, and he didn't seem to feel anything unusual...... At the same time, he didn't look at himself, as if he didn't care about himself at all.

"A glass of hot milk." John finally said what he wanted to drink.

The bartender was stunned for a moment, he seemed to have thought of something very interesting.

"Do I need more sugar?" He asked.

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