[Dear Old Joey]

[I can probably guess what you're doing right now]

[Basically, it's feeding pigs, or thinking about what new type of feed...... After all, we've known each other for so long, and you've been doing these things all the time. 】

[Heaven should be good, the damned are dead, the people who should be or ...... Dead too]

[In short, it's a brand new space, you just have to wait, wait until the surviving lives sprout again, and then you can ...... Well, well, you're not going to reinvent that world, you can't do that kind of thing at all, you're just going to feed the pigs. 】

That's not bad, because then you can live with those people, and your craft will make you the most popular person in the whole village]

[Then, live a simple and happy life]

[In this way, you should be the best of all people, so good that I wonder if I need to write this letter to you]

[Anyway, your pig brain won't know the meaning of this letter, let alone who I am.] 】

[So in the end...... I wish you and Pego all the best]

【—————— Ziliang respectfully】

......

......

In the quiet office, Ziliang put down the pen in his hand, he looked at the not-so-fair handwriting on the paper, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and after a minute, he tore the paper off his notebook, then crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the corner.

Then, he restarted a piece of paper......

[Hello, dear Professor Moriarty]

[About our last game of chess......]

He wrote, but after a few words, his hand hung above the page, his gaze resting on the almost blank paperwork......

He couldn't write anymore.

He didn't know how many letters he had written, and he wanted to say goodbye to everyone, although these people should not have known who [Ziliang] was for a long time.

Suddenly, he felt a strong emptiness. But in the next second, he told himself that such an ending would be the best for anyone.

Those people have their own stories, and they have their own lives in their own worlds.

And the person [Ziliang] is just a nasty ink drop that is abruptly inserted into the original canvas.

[Ziliang] does not belong to any of them, he is just a passerby, and the best ending of a passerby is to be forgotten.

......

The miserable white outside the window has not changed, and in this empty space, there is no exchange of minute and second hands, and there is no alternation of the sun and moon, and it is difficult for ordinary people to know how long they have spent here.

But Ziliang knew.

It's been about a week.

Counting from his last cigarette......

He could clearly feel that 20 minutes after quitting smoking, the soaring blood pressure and heart rate would gradually subside.

Because the human body no longer ingests the nicotine in cigarettes, that thing will no longer make its heart beat faster.

2 hours after quitting smoking

Ziliang felt irritable and listless on time, he began to yawn non-stop, and the dopamine secreted by the brain had steadily declined, so he felt bad.

Then the eighth hour, the first day, the second day.

The cilia of the lungs began to repair and regenerate, and a lot of toxic substances were excreted from the mouth, so Ziliang coughed for a long, long time.

He didn't know why cigarettes were so powerful, and even his unreasonable regeneration ability couldn't stop the erosion of tobacco.

In those days, his smoking cessation syndrome was at its peak, he felt terrible, headaches, chest tightness, depression, and the desire to smoke.

At that time, he could only keep reminiscing about the past, writing down his thoughts about those bastards on the letter, and then crushing them and throwing them in the corner.

In the end, he finally survived the most difficult days.

This time, he should have successfully quit smoking.

However, whether it is successful or not...... Those people won't come back.

The world is like this, and the playmates who get along with each other as children will eventually become strangers one day.

The comrades-in-arms who once overcame all obstacles, when they met by chance many years later, they could only look at each other awkwardly and smile, and then miss each other.

The formulas that I thought I would remember for the rest of my life in school are now not even named.

The books that have accompanied me for many days and nights will eventually turn to the last page.

Life is constantly moving forward, and every minute and second left behind is a memory.

As for these memories......

Ziliang looked at the empty corridor outside the door.

Once upon a time, he was tired of the guys who were constantly doing things every day, and he used to wonder every day whether to drive those people away.

And now, his wish has come true.

The long-lost silence is back.

Ziliang was silent...... I don't know what I'm thinking.

There was a bitterness at the corners of his mouth.

I really want a cigarette......

Abrupt!

"Hey, aren't you thinking about smoking again?"

A voice came suddenly.

Ziliang was startled, he shouted angrily at Chen Xiao at the door: "Why are you always staring at me on the wall?!" ”

Immediately after that———

"He was also forced to do so, Sarina said, let him keep an eye on you, or he would clean it up." The huge body of the white bear passed by the door of the office, and came with this sentence in passing.

"Cut ......" Ziliang pouted and spat unhappily.

"Don't use that woman to press me for everything, Lao Tzu is now the full version, don't think I'm afraid of her!!"

"Oh~oh~ You're amazing, we all know it." Chen Xiao responded with a perfunctory face: "Anyway, when will you arrive at this broken hospital, we have been flying for a long time." ”

Ziliang still hummed, and then took out the compass.

"It's almost there, and there's ......," he said, and suddenly, the whole room shook, accompanied by a roar outside the window: "Two seconds...... One second ......"

When the words were finished, the vibration stopped.

"It's here, let's get out." Ziliang said and walked out of his office.

In the hallway, the craftsman leaned against the wall, as if he had been ready for a long time.

In this way, several mermaids walked to the gate of the hospital.

Ziliang pushed the door with both hands, and pushed it open like the wind when he walked.

The door opens————

Outside the door, it's not a street, it's a bar.

Yes, that's the bar!

From the angle of the crowd, you can see the squinting bartender wearing neat overalls, slowly wiping his wine glass.

"Hey, you're a lot slower than expected." The bartender said with a smile at the crowd.

"Something was done on the way." Ziliang walked quickly to the bar: "A cup of ......"

He had just ordered something to drink.

But suddenly, he was stunned, because he saw that there was already a person sitting in front of the stage......

"Who is this......?" Ziliang hesitated for a moment and asked.

"Oh, the new addition to the bar." The bar put down the wine glass in his hand: "The story about him is quite long, if you have time, I can tell you about it......"