Live looked at Vincent, who was out of breath, he didn't know what to say, and his mood was even more complicated and indescribable, sometimes the truth is so cruel, the person who thought he was a friend was actually the person who hurt you the most by your side.

The person you think is the most unrelated is actually the person who helps you the most, the world is so capricious, no one can say that they have never lost their eyes in their lives, Live threw himself into the chair, and then covered his eyes with the back of his hand.

Groping in his pocket with his free hand, he took out his cell phone and closed his eyes and dialed a number he thought he wouldn't need.

"Dean Smith." As soon as the phone was connected, Live spoke, but what should I say next? Live didn't know, like Vincent who didn't know why he was here, and he couldn't get the answer he wanted after a long silence.

How ridiculous is it to cut off your own retreat, but you don't know what you're for? It's as ridiculous as the corpse lying there, except that the corpse can't speak, and the person has to have a voice.

"Let's talk about it." Smith didn't get Live's answer for a long time, probably knowing that Live was in a bad mood, so he took the initiative to dissolve the silence, and Live took a deep breath and began his own narration.

"Professor Smith, he's dead, Vincent is poisoned." In addition to this sentence, Live didn't know what else to say, and Dean Smith was also a little overwhelmed by this matter.

For a while, there was only the sound of two people's breathing at both ends of the phone, and Smith wanted to ask too much, but it came to his mouth. It can only become, "Where are you?" ”

Losing someone's life, no matter what, is a big trouble, so dispose of the corpse first, and as for the rest, it's not too late to learn it after it's solved.

"Today is Vincent's time on duty." So we can only be in the hospital, and it is normal for a dead person to appear in the hospital, but why would a doctor on duty commit suicide, this is very clear.

"You should be on duty first." There is a beep on the phone, and Live takes Vincent's pendant and walks to the duty room of the doctor on duty.

The sound of clattering footsteps is the only soundtrack of this silent night, so regular, slowly knocking away the last uneasiness in Live's heart.

"Vincent, you're really looking for trouble, but like you said, after making a mistake, people can't stop, I'm afraid you can't think of it, your last mission, no matter how you choose, you will die, right?" But who else do you have to protect?

Is it really unintentional? If you want to find someone to support your past, why did you choose me? Is it feeling like I'll never get angry?

But Vincent, I'm really angry, you shouldn't have done that, you know, I've never been good.

Ding ding ding, the sound of the necklace being thrown to the ground sounded, it turned out that when I was walking live just now, I inadvertently shook the necklace in my hand, but the fingers were so long, and it was expected that I was thrown out in the end.

At this time, Live walked over as if he had just woken up from a dream and looked at the chain carefully.

The bronze chain hangs a six-pointed star pendant like a pocket watch, but the pendant is particularly black, and the tentacles have some ice crystal coolness.

The six-pointed star is purple, and it seems that the purple crystal is directly inlaid into it, weighing the black background color, slightly blackened, "What is this?" ”

Live touched the bulge, but instead of pulling it out, it pushed it slightly, and the pendant of the six-pointed star opened, and under a layer of transparent glass was a precision mechanism like a clock.

Live gently rotated the protrusion that had popped out, and the gears began to spin slowly, and after a few turns, Live let go of his hand, hoping that something would happen.

The gears slowly turned, a beautiful music sounded, Live subconsciously hummed along, slowly stood up, and Live remembered the name of the song, "Love Remembrance".

The song is not long, after all, Live doesn't expect a small pendant to store many memories, to have such a piece of music, it is already a witness to history, it's not good to be too greedy.

But just as Live was about to close the pendant, the blank space came to an end, and a recording began to play slowly.

"My dear, I have no money, I have no power, I have nothing, I just have a heart that loves you, I think I am greedy, even if I have nothing, I still want to propose to you, are you willing to wake up with me every day in the morning light, although poor, but live happily......"

This is a simple confession, but it is enough to make a young girl tempted, the purest love, enough for a woman to remember for a lifetime.

And, although Vincent described his father as unbearable, it could be seen that the man really loved his wife.

After drinking, he will be violent, but he will never swing it at his wife and children, what ruined a man who loves his wife and children so much? Live put together the love that Sue hasn't finished talking about.

Slowly walked towards the closed duty room, the miserable white light seeped out of the crack in the door, but this duty room could not wait any longer, the doctor who should be on duty today.

Live hesitated for a long time at the door, but walked in, and a seat in the duty room had fallen some dust, which was expected.

After all, the owner of that position will not be able to come back for at least a year, and speaking of which, Jeff probably doesn't know that one of his best friends is the person who caused him to be so down.

Should you contact him now, or wait for him to find out for himself? Live was a little unsure, but Live knew that when Professor Smith arrived, he would definitely come to the duty room to talk to him in detail.

Live sat down where Vincent had copied the case before, and at a casual glance, he felt like his blood was about to clot. It turns out that Vincent has copied all this for so many years?

This is a suicide note, a suicide note that has lasted for an unknown number of years, and the funny thing is that as his colleague, for so many years, no one noticed that what he wrote was actually a suicide note.

These copied suicide notes were well placed on the table, and LIVE gently picked up some of them, which was already able to catch up with the thickness of a medical book.

Turning sideways, roughly skimming the page in front of your eyes, is this the confession of all these years? Vincent, what kind of mood did you write about so many things?

How did you write this suicide note again and again alone in the slow long night?

It's just a pity that there is no one around you, except for the incandescent lamp overhead, without any company, and the first aid bell that will never ring, what kind of suffering have you endured?

Live thought he probably knew why he was so depressed from the first time he saw Vincent, with such complicated emotions in his eyes, and if he was deeply hidden in his heart, he couldn't imagine how long he could hold on.

The door to the duty room opened, and a gray-haired Professor Smith walked in, and he watched Live hold a stack of papers in a daze, slowly approaching, and put his hand on his shoulder.

Live didn't show any expression, just handed the item in his hand to Professor Smith, who took the weighty pile.

It was a familiar handwriting, and after reading the summaries of his work for an unknown number of years, Smith was familiar with the handwriting of all the doctors in this hospital, and he recognized it at a glance as Vincent's.

Reading carefully, Smith didn't show any expression, but after finishing reading, Professor Smith pinched the bridge of his nose, and it could be seen that he felt terrible.

"It's hard for this kid." It's just a wrong step, and there is no chance to turn back, this is his own choice, so many years, the torment from conscience is enough for his punishment.

"It's just his own choice, secretly hiding in the night when no one is visiting and writing his confession, he's just a despicable wretch." Live dropped the necklace on the table.

"It's the same as his father, who doesn't have much to offer." Live is spread out in a chair, how to look at how there is no human figure.

"Vincent's father was a very gifted doctor, but it's a pity......" Smith could only make such a comment as he remembered his old friend who had died.

"That drunken guy? Vincent's opinion of him is not as high as that of you, Dean. Live pretended not to care, trying to get more information.

"It's natural, Vincent hasn't seen his father, and when he's in high spirits, when he sees it, his father is no longer capable of picking up a scalpel." Smith sat in a soft chair beside him.

Then Professor Smith nodded his right hand, "As a doctor, you should only know what's here." Live looked at Professor Smith's serious face and sat up straight.

"Cross is a very good doctor, but he is too upright, and there is nothing pejorative about this uprightness." Professor Smith paused, the expression on his face a little sad, but continued to speak.

"He's a doctor with better talent than you, and although he doesn't have much of a reputation right now, I'll tell you one thing, you know, cross stitches." Live stood up when he heard this, but Smith only made a gesture for him to sit down.

When Live sat down, Smith didn't give Live a chance to speak, saying, "Do you know how old he was when he developed this?" He was less than 20 years old. ”

Live nodded, "Such a talent, I must admit that he is better than me, I think this is a person who loves medicine deeply." "You know, some people are gifted, but they don't necessarily love what they are gifted with.

"Yes, he loved medicine, and when he and I were classmates, I could often see the lights in his study room at night."

"A realistic mannequin, do you know how many times he stitched it up?" Professor Smith gave a mocking smile, "He sewed up 50 mannequins, and in the end, he was able to operate on those mannequins in the dark." ”

"How skilled is this!" Live couldn't believe anyone would practice to such an extent.

"Yes, it's unbelievable, right, I've always wanted to convince myself that it's fake, but it's the truth, a person who is gifted, loves his talent, and works harder than ordinary people, such a person deserves anyone's admiration."