Day after day, year after year.

The fluttering time dances and is piled up into long years.

I've never felt like life has passed so slowly, and every minute and every second is a torment. It's true for me, and it's true for her.

It's not something that can be solved by adjusting the time rate, and then I'm an escapist to Fenghua. I had to drown myself in my busy schedule.

Nebula is also such a workaholic, but our starting point and destination are very different.

Sometimes I even think that maybe this is a good idea. Despite resembling a doll, at least Fenghua is still alive. And I have my followers, and I have reliable and talkable friends.

It's just that this heart is fake.

I don't know when it's going to stop, it's like a ticking time bomb, it's controlling my life.

If one day it detonates and it doesn't bounce anymore, what will happen to my store? And my staff, what will they do?

My Fenghua, what should I do?

In the dead of night, I would sit quietly on the edge of her bed and stare at her with an almost mournful gaze.

This is my heaviest concern.

However, this concern soon abandoned me forever in the same silent night.

Although it never belonged to me.

That day, someone broke into the organization I had belonged to and wreaked havoc, killing almost all the guards up and down. But the man didn't rummage through a single document or steal a penny.

The only thing that was stolen was the glass display case, my heart.

When they told me, I wasn't surprised. I don't know if it's because I'm mentally prepared, or if I've lost the ability to create such emotions.

Who else but her? But how did she do it......?

I think of that little boy from the past.

The act of unplugging the respirator must be considered suicide.

Then, she stole my heart and abandoned me forever.

And in the past few years, that terrible female customer, with a series of crazy plans and meticulous means, sat on the top director of the consortium and held subversive shares.

But every time she came to the store, she didn't change much. It's just busier, and the pretty purple hair doesn't have time to straighten out, and fades into mottled spots.

With her help, I finally found out the cause and effect of Fenghua's murder that year.

I prepared a string and strangled off the heads of the people involved.

I'm so fast that I can't be detected by the naked eye, and even a slowed down of surveillance can only catch a vague shadow.

Each time, I would go to a great vantage point outside the window, reset time, and watch their heads hit the ground, blood splattering.

Have I ever been such a cruel person?

We are indeed a raccoon dog.

But now, I'm alone.

The door to the east is covered by a Chinese medicine cabinet, and the password is a string of prime numbers.

In the three key boxes, I placed the three special herbs.

I miss you so much.

Although, at this time, I realized that the Fenghua I was concerned about had already died.

The days passed uneventfully.

One day, the doctor returned.

He doesn't seem to have changed much, but after these four or five years, his temperament has aged a little. Compared with the previous frivolity, he seems to have become more stable.

He told me that he had stopped washing his hands and was now a professional counsellor.

I didn't ask, I just told him about Fenghua.

"Well, that's her freedom. She was such a proud person, and it was against her self-esteem to live in a nest. ”

He said so.

We understand and respect her choice.

The doctor's serious work is still relatively busy, and there is less time to come to the bar to gag.

I remembered that Mrs. Xingyun often said that she was in a bad mood lately and that she was under too much mental pressure. I thought to myself, but you finally realized it, but it was the name of the night hate.

In this way, the doctor became Lady Nebula's personal counselor.

Deep in the shade of Maple Grove Avenue, I set up a mound of clothes. I picked a lot of things she liked before she left and buried them in them. I'll check it out whenever I have time.

There is a bird that often lands on the stone tablet, and it is not afraid of me. I came twice in three days, and it was still wandering around, presumably making a nest in the surrounding trees.

After that, I always brought some cookie crumbs or bread crumbs. It grew bold, and even jumped on my hand.

After checking the information, I learned that the bird's name was a mocking thrush.

One day when I went out, I felt that the air pressure was very low and the sky was gloomy. I folded back and got an umbrella and filled it with more bread. When I got there, I saw only the carcass of a bird.

There are no cat bite marks, only wounds from human attacks.

It trusts humans too much.

Remorse surrounded me again.

I finally realized that many things happen unpredictably. This is also the reason why the change is called the change. No matter how slow or faster time flies, it won't help.

On the way back, it rained. Not only does it not mean to converge, but it is getting bigger and bigger.

After burying the bird, I slowly walked back with my umbrella. I don't know how to describe my mood at the time, but I just felt very cold and sluggish, like this rain.

Unexpectedly, I picked up a strange little thing.

It was a tall, thin girl.

I still don't know if it was out of pity or amusement, but I took her back anyway.

I wiped her hair, found the rest of Fenghua's clothes, and brought her the leftover bread from the back kitchen.

After Feng Hua left, I moved from the rental house to the basement where she had cultivated. After a long time, the smell of potion in the air became thin, but her breath never dissipated.

I settled the girl into my old rental house and named her Taunt.

After all, she kept her real name shut.

She looked unhealthy, and I instinctively wanted to take her to the doctor. However, since Ye Yibai said that she was no longer a doctor, it was inconvenient for me to trouble him anymore, so I had to send someone to take her to the big hospital in the city for a physical examination.

When my subordinate handed me a stack of reports, I was stunned.

That's the blood type that matches Maple Blossom.

If...... If she was picked up early and asked the doctor to do an organ transplant, Fenghua would definitely survive.

If...... It's the former doctor, the kind of person who is also happy to do this kind of thing that tramples on conscience.

If......

But it's useless to say anything now, Fenghua has left, and the doctor is no longer involved in this kind of thing.

What's more, I'm also worried.

I am afraid that in the face of the torture of human nature, I will not hesitate to choose the person I love.

In that case, wouldn't I even have the final difference from the hollow man?

I don't dare to think about it anymore - after all, history is not allowed to be assumed.

Compared to Fenghua, she is a girl who is diametrically opposed. She has low self-esteem, cowardice, timidity, and sometimes hysteria.

I vaguely felt that she shouldn't be such a child, so I began to investigate her affairs secretly.

At stake, human trafficking.

After being in the underworld for so many years, I don't have to see such a situation very often. But by my own moral standards, I don't really like that. In the past, my boss also explicitly forbade this kind of business, which is why I respect him so much.

But inevitably, I have to deal with other people in the relationship, and I have heard a lot of miserable stories that they tell as if they were jokes.

What is ridiculed between opening and closing his mouth is more than a single-digit life. And such a life is accompanied by disease, poverty, humiliation, unfreedom and other inhuman treatment.

That's too dark...... It's better to forget.

Sometime before, I saw Nebula's purple eyes, confirming that she had attempted suicide.

She was alert at first, but when I flipped my sunglasses over and my pupils turned golden, she told the truth.

It just so happened that there was an inner ghost. I designed a bureau and asked her to help.

"I'm not a good director. She said so.

"It's okay, I'm sure you have the potential. Don't forget, I'm pretty accurate. ”

The box I handed over to the mocking thrush was a newly developed drug from the Galactic Foundation. If you open it without entering the password, it will trigger the mechanism inside, breaking the syringe and causing it to evaporate instantly.

Inhaling too much of this smoke can lead to nerve paralysis, which can range from brain damage to death.

The lurking opponent was disposed of, and she didn't open the bait.

Perhaps this is just wishful thinking on my part of wishful thinking, hoping that no one will ever have to pay the price of trust again.

I knew that my frozen smile was staring at her, and it must have been my familiar, extremely sad gaze.

But she will soon forget everything about her past.

As for me, I still live in the hall of tedious memory.

Of course, I was not unaware of her attachment and affection for me to some extent.

I had such terrible assumptions about her. For that reason alone, I can't put more affection into someone who has nearly wiped out my morals. Every second of thought is a judgment of conscience.

And my mechanical heart makes it impossible for me to fall in love with anyone anymore.

It doesn't matter if it's a reason or an excuse.

What I didn't expect was that I would soon have the opportunity to pay off the two favors I owed to the doctor.

In the way I least want to.

At midnight that day, I was driving a wine delivery truck on the highway and was in a trance.

There wasn't much of a car in the middle of the night, but it collided sideways with a car while turning. It's too slow, well below the minimum speed limit on the highway, and I don't know if it's due to drunk driving or fatigue.

I jerked the steering wheel to avoid a rear-end collision.

There was a loud noise behind me, but as I drifted away, the sound quickly died down.

Once everything is taken care of, there is one last thing.

The first sample of that drug.

I plunge the tip of the needle into my skin and slowly push my veins in.

The black-purple lines spread across my skin and spread to my face.

Breathing becomes difficult.

The heart beats fast and the sound is deafening.

Like a drumbeat, like thunder.

I just closed my eyes and waited quietly for the second death to come.

I have lived such a rich life.

This heart is going to be broken.

Although, the real heart of mine is so alive.

I'm going to dream about you.

Although, you never belonged to me.

- Immortal · Fin -