John shrugged his shoulders, obviously, he didn't know, but he seemed to have an innate intuition about what everyone was thinking, and this intuition had nothing to do with amnesia, just like a person who lost his memory because of a car accident, and if you ask him what one plus one is equal, then he will still answer fluently.

Without further ado, the round is over as John turns the cards over.

Contrary to expectations, the winners of this round were Jill and John. They each received a chip.

And the score came."

Jill: 8 pieces.

William: 6.

Cisse: 3 pieces.

John: 3.

After a round, Cisse, who had the most chips, only had three chips left.

"." He patted his brain with great regret, because he realized that if he hadn't been so anxious to break the agreement in the last round, William would have to take out 3 at once, and he wouldn't end up tied with the old man in the last place!

But now that I have discovered this, it is no longer helpful.

So without further ado, the rules are very clear that the person who gets the chips can also get a memory, so, with a burst of pain invading.

John snorted and hugged his head.

In my memory, it was a street scene that swept backwards at a rapid pace, with traffic whistling past his ears and the staggered wind lapping John's face.

Pain, remorse, self-blame, and ...... Despair.

John didn't know what was going on, but at this moment in his memory, his heart was on the verge of collapse, and now he just wanted to die! Go to suicide!

So, he slammed on the gas pedal and slammed into the concrete guardrail on the side of the road!

There was a loud bang, and then the world spun around......

"What? Did I commit suicide? John thought bitterly.

However, his memories were not over, and soon, he regained consciousness in his memory, and a smell of blood rushed into his nostrils...... Severe pain ensued.

John's world is upside down, he is caught in the wreckage of the car, and a steel pipe is inserted through his abdomen.

In the confusion of thoughts, John struggled almost subconsciously, he climbed out of the car despite the pain, and then, with his already bloody arms, forcibly pulled the steel pipe in his abdomen outward.

The steel pipe had already been twisted because of the impact, and the sharp corners were twisted together with his flesh and intestines, and the slightest touch was a fatal pain. But John completely ignored that.

It is difficult for people who have never died to experience the feeling of hovering on the line of death, but at this moment, John can clearly feel that he finds that he does not want to die.

Or rather, he wanted to do something before he died.

So, John pulled the steel pipe desperately, feeling his body being cut and torn apart, but this pain also seemed to remind him...... You're not dead, you're alive.

Finally, this memory is over...... John straightened up slowly.

"What do you remember?" Cisse asked.

"Yes, I was desperate in my memory, so I drove the car onto the highway and I wanted to kill myself......" John exhaled with some difficulty: "But, I didn't die ......"

"Not dead?" Cisse repeated, nonsense, of course he didn't die, otherwise he wouldn't have sat in front of him.

"Yes, I'm not dead, I survived the crash......" John explained, "As for the rest, I haven't remembered yet." ”

Cisse nodded, then turned to Jill. Since she also got the chips this time, at the same time that John had just retrieved his memory, Jill was actually recalling his memory.

"Okay, then, what do you remember this time?"

Jill was still clutching her head, probably because this was her second time recovering her memories, so she didn't look in much pain.

"I ...... I felt like I was in a hospital, and my baby was about to go into labor. I was walking against the wall, and in front of me was a heavy door. She muttered, but suddenly, Jill seemed to think of something terrible, and her body trembled: "A man rushed over, and he was panicked...... I could see him through the glass of the door, he ...... He ran towards me, and then! The door was slammed open. ”

Jill clutched his head tightly with both hands: "Oh my God, that door hit my stomach...... Woo, I'm bleeding, don't, don't, my child! ”

Jill's eyes were closed, and she seemed to be completely immersed in her own memories, and from her tone, it seemed that her child had a miscarriage because of the impact in her memories.

Suddenly, Jill opened his eyes suddenly, and in those eyes, in addition to the tears that had just cried, there was also an extremely obvious anger.

"Bastard!!" She let out a roar.

Then, her hands scratched frantically forward, and if she hadn't been secured to her chair, she would have almost thrown herself over the table to bite something.

Well, although it is a little inexplicable, however, everyone has already discovered that she wants to tear apart...... It's Cisse.

Cisse looked at Jill who suddenly screamed at him, and was a little overwhelmed: "What...... What's going on? He asked.

"What's going on? , you! You're a murderer! Jill was still screaming, "You're the one who ran towards me, you slammed the door open!" You killed my child! ”

Jill roared! However, she couldn't stand up at all, she could only wave her arms helplessly, no one could understand how painful it would be for a woman who had lost her child to relive this memory again, in short, Jill seemed to have roared out all the strength of her body in a few seconds...... In the end, I could only hang my hands weakly and cry bitterly!

At this moment, the rest of the people did not know what to say, they looked at Cisse with a stunned face, and then at Jill who was once again immersed in the pain of losing his son.

There was an eerie silence all around, except for the faint sound of crying, which sounded a little hairy.

Finally, the bartender broke the silence, and he walked up to John, "Sir, is there anything I need to help you?" "He's the same as before, like every time someone wins, he's going to come and ask that.

John shook his head: "I don't need to, but ...... I think you should ask the lady who looks like she's the one who needs help. ”

The bartender nodded, smiled and walked over to Jill's side.

"Ma'am, is there anything I can do for you?" He asked in the same tone.

Jill raised his head sadly and looked at the bartender: "Hehe——— help?" How can you help me? My kids are gone, and if you want to help me, you're going to kill that bastard!" ”

She roared angrily, the hysteria of a grieving mother.

However......

"Okay...... However, it's not free. ”

。 m.