I want to live, I want to live, I want to live with her, in a world where there is no deception, betrayal and conflicting interests, comfortable and peaceful.

Maybe this kind of life is not what she wants, but it is my only wish.

I can listen to her for anything. But if there is a chance to make such a choice, I hope that this time it will be up to me.

But this wish, even if I can live, is not complete enough.

So...... Forget it. I don't regret it, really.

Blinking becomes difficult, the sight darkens and brightens, and brightens and darkens.

When I opened my eyes again, a little boy stood in front of me.

I've never met him.

His hair was like a small black mushroom, and his face was round. He wears a black blindfold over his face.

He crouched down, his gaze piercing through the blindfold, as if silently watching me.

Who is this kid, how did he get in, and why is he here?

When I was dying, I didn't really have the heart to think about it. There are doubts, of course, but I'll just think of him as a hallucination caused by excessive blood loss.

He just squatted here silently. After a few moments, he opened his mouth.

"You're going to die soon, and you can't wait for anyone to save you. ”

His voice was immature. As he spoke, he carried a silver pocket watch chain in his hand, swinging from side to side.

I tried to respond, but I couldn't open my mouth and didn't have the strength.

"But you don't want to die. ”

He seemed to see through what I was trying to say. I closed my eyes in the affirmation.

He wrapped his hand behind his head and unfastened his blindfold.

This child has no pupils.

He just stared at me like this, staring at me.

A tingling and vertigo discomfort came from the outside, resonating with a point deep within me. My eyes felt like two steel nails had been punched, and the scenery in my eyes swirled like a kaleidoscope.

I'm not sure if that's what I've seen, or if that's what comes to mind.

The picture is distorted, shattered, and reassembled. Physical abnormalities crisscross with mental abnormalities. Eventually, everything turned into a dazzling white.

"What do you want?"

I hear my own voice.

"I want time. ”

If time had passed sooner, I might have had time to save her, but if time had passed more slowly, I might have been saved.

Unexpectedly, before paying off the doctor's favor, I owed a bigger one.

Night-tired white has always been good at meddling, and he fished a handful before I went on a date with the Grim Reaper.

So, an artificial heart, which was still in the experimental stage, was implanted into my chest.

The doctor said that he did not want to do it as a last resort.

So I owe the doctor another big favor.

I don't want the doctor to do that. His position, black and white, is always absolutely neutral. He only saved me because of his long-standing affection, plus the need for a test subject.

In this way, I had a transparent artificial heart.

How long I will live is unknown, it all depends on whether this new heart gives face. After the initial rejection, which was not severe, the body seemed to adjust to the new occupant.

Luckily, I don't usually like to exercise, so it doesn't put too much load on my heart.

After I told Feng Hua, she pondered for a long time and said the name of an old French movie, called Mechanical Heart.

The story probably goes that an abandoned baby born in the winter froze his heart, his mother abandoned him, and the midwife used an alarm clock as his heart to keep him alive and adopted him. The price was that he couldn't have strong emotional changes, and that fragile mechanical heart couldn't bear it.

Later, by chance, the boy fell in love with a girl, and his heart was eventually overwhelmed and burned out by the blazing love.

It's a tragedy.

Fortunately, it's just a fairy tale.

As for my original heart, it was specimen by a doctor with a bad interest and soaked in a glass bottle filled with formalin. I just glanced at it, instinctively resisted, and told him to take it quickly. He handed it over to the former organization for me, according to the rules.

No matter how much you watch the bloody scenes, the feeling is still very subtle in the face of a part of your body being free.

"When he first took it out, it was like a ripe fruit that was broken to the ground. Well, now your heart is immortal. ”

You see, this damn doctor has to describe it to me.

After all the deposits are paid to the doctor's friendly price, there is no more and no less. Fortunately, this part of the money has been washed cleanly, and I can use it to do something openly.

When Maple was still alive and kicking, we were deliberating about what to do. She wanted a casino, she wanted a cabaret, she wanted a bar, and I just wanted to open a teahouse.

She taught herself electric bass and had an innate desire to perform on a stage of her own. I'm quiet by nature, and I don't know why I'm so compatible with her.

Maybe it's because of the complementary personalities.

It's like two very different building blocks, which become novel and beautiful when put together.

At that time, we put this controversial topic first.

And now, I didn't hesitate to open a bar with the rest of the money. So that one day she can stand up and fulfill her most longed-for wish.

The location is a little off, and it was also introduced by the doctor. It used to be one of his underground clinics, close to nearby shops. I got it up and asked a knowledgeable friend to design some possible devices.

Soon, the bar opened. Fenghua seemed to be very happy, and through the breathing mask, she clamored to live in the store.

I really saw the vigor of the past in her, and I readily agreed.

But for a long time after that, I didn't see the doctor again.

As he helped me find a lot, I had a vague sense that he was hiding something.

It's hard to catch anything from the doctor's calm, natural look, but with years of friendship, I know he's in trouble. I guess saving my life is one thing, and this must have provoked the people who had been waiting for my death for a long time.

He never takes the initiative to tell others about his private affairs, and if he does, it must have some purpose. And he never told me what had happened, and I knew that it was something I couldn't meddle in.

More I don't know. It may have something to do with his research, family, and practicing medicine without a license.

In short, after the opening, the doctor who said that he would be the first guest disappeared.

However, those of us who walk in the dark disappear for a period of time from time to time, sometimes to avoid the police, sometimes to be busy. I'm not unworried about this happening, but I'm not quite concerned.

My reputation for immortality spread, and with the prestige of my former prestige, the bar became the hub of the intelligence network. Later, some people who broke away from the organization came to me with injuries. Anyone who has followed me, I will include them in the store.

And the organization is also trustworthy, as long as we pay the same price, it is indeed no longer difficult, and even often ask me to cooperate on some projects.

I didn't refuse. Relying on turnover alone to maintain medical expenses is a drop in the bucket, and I need to intervene in more things with experience.

The bar is tepidly run. Later, there was a very special person who frequented this place.

She is neither like a merry woman dressed up in a showy way, nor like a frustrated little girl in love borrowing wine to drown her sorrows. She was hardly invited to dance, because she was dressed so smartly and masculinely, and very inconspicuous in the dim light.

She seems to have come to drink and listen to the news alone.

I quickly learned that she was a ruthless character in the business world.

Her name is Xingyun, and people in the industry have honored Mrs. Ju as a suffix. Not so long ago, she was just an intern at the company, an actuary. But it didn't take long for the internal upheaval of the business to take place. In the turbulent situation, she walked forward step by step, rising step by step, and anyone who stood in front of her disappeared.

But there was never any evidence pointing to her at the source of the problem.

Handsome.

I don't know if she has blood on her hands, but I'm sure it's not clean.

Naturally, I will not let go of such an opportunity. With her skillful communication skills, I quickly became acquainted with her.

Naturally, I realized afterwards that it was also Lady Nebula who was interested in reaching out to me.

Otherwise, my tricks to deceive children will not be good for her at all.

Either way, we became friends.

As for Fenghua, she still can't move freely.

In the past, she had always been a neurotic person, but now, this trait of hers has been curtailed.

Often, people in such situations become paranoid and emotional, throwing things and yelling for no reason. But she's the opposite—she's too quiet.

It's really not like her.

I often regret it, but I don't know what I should regret. I wouldn't know what's in that briefcase?

But even though the responsibility is not mine, I am always indulging in deep self-blame.

I mentioned these things when I was playing cards with Lady Nebula.

Speaking of which, her Blackjack had a good time. She is careful and courageous, and she can always handle the weight just right, and every time she is the closest number to 21. Occasionally, I lose, also because of a bust.

This is very similar to Fenghua, but the girl loses more often.

But playing cards with them is a little less psychologically stressful. If the doctor is present, he will always stare at the faces and movements of others, and judge the cards by observing micro-expressions and body language.

It's scary, I've always been just playing.

So, where the hell did the doctor go?

He said he was busy and had something to attend to, but he never told me anything about it and never asked me for help. I always remember the debt I owe him, but I don't know when I will pay it back to him.

The doctor's hands are much dirtier.

Black and white, he is very open. His natural talent for communication made him favored by many authority figures, who all trusted him. To say that it is ugly, even if they are sold, there is no suspicion on his head. Even if the facts are in front of you, you still have to be shocked and refuse to believe it.

Why do I know this...... It's a long story.

The so-called true friends are not unreserved with each other, but can respect each other's reservations just right.

- To be continued -