Zhao Gao turned on the table lamp, the light of the LED tube was only enough to illuminate a corner of the room, the mountains of waste cartons were submerged in the dark, casting layers of irregular shadows, all kinds of inexplicable garbage and waste products were piled on the floor so that people had nowhere to stay, and the sound of the rope came from the corner of the garbage heap, which could be a cockroach or a mouse, Lu Xun said that Zhao Gao was the reincarnation of a cockroach, because there were so many empty rooms in the college, and this second cargo had to shrink in the underground warehouse. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhao Gao shrunk in his chair, his whole body hidden in the darkness, only his face was illuminated by the light.

The young man opened the document bag in his hand, pulled out a thick stack of papers, and placed it on the table.

This is a record of John Jones' treatment for several months, and Albert Rutgers has written down all the processes of rehabilitation with the rigor of a scientist, neatly laid out on paper with small words and figures, and the organization and data are very clear.

Zhao Gao looked through them one by one.

"November 21, 2048...... The patient was in a deep coma with normal vital signs......"

"On December 10, 2048, the patient showed signs of limb movement for the first time and had a normal knee jerk reflex...... At 12:35 p.m., the patient's left index and middle fingers jumped briefly......"

"On December 15, 2048, the patient showed signs of awakening."

"At 7:48 a.m. on December 16, 2048, the patient woke up."

Zhao Gao frowned.

"On December 16, 2048, the patient woke up, fully regained mobility, had cognitive impairment, had severe memory impairment, and after testing, the current IQ level was in the range of children between six and ten years old......"

"On December 19, 2048, it was confirmed that the patient has a split personality, the first personality is introverted, has its own cognitive impairment and stereotyped behavior, insists that he is a mushroom, is used to squatting in the corner facing the wall for a long time, and the second personality is lazy and sleepy, inattentive, unresponsive, and slow to move......"

The warehouse was silent, only the subtle "bang" sound of turning the pages intermittently every few seconds, Zhao Gao looked like an underground worker in the revolutionary era, huddled in the dark and damp warehouse to look through the classified information, he frowned, his eyes swept the handwriting on the documents line by line.

Zhao Gao was very concerned about what John Jones said to himself when he suddenly went crazy, "Do you still know me?" Brave? The Demon King game is about to start again, oh hahahaha......" The man's voice was sharp and harsh when he laughed, like the howl of a female ghost, and Zhao Gao couldn't make such a terrible sound when he pinched his throat.

But this voice has appeared hundreds of times in his nightmares, in which the sky and the earth are covered in dark rain, the city seems to be flooded by the tide, the water pours down from the rooftops like a waterfall, overflows the road, and he drives a dilapidated Humvee down the road, and countless zombies chase him in the rain, they run with him, walk side by side with him, and let out a devilish shrill laugh as they reach out and slap the window of the Humvee.

He couldn't remember why he was driving in the car on a rainy night, what he wanted to chase? Or is it escaping something? But the road seemed to be endless, no matter how much he ran, he slammed on the gas pedal again and again, sweating profusely and drenched, and his heart was terrified and frightened, as if someone had grabbed his heart fiercely.

Then he saw someone standing in the middle of the road...... A young man in a white suit, holding a black umbrella and smiling on his face, bowed to him from afar.

The young man straightened up, raised his index finger, and "shh

"Be quiet, the game is about to begin."

It's weird...... The man was so far away from him, but his words were so clear that they seemed to be whispering in his ear.

The game is about to begin? What game? He drove all the way to watch a game?

Zhao Gao raised his head, and he saw the girl in the white dress standing on the top of the building with her eyes closed, her black hair flying and scattering in the wind.

Zhao Gao suddenly panicked, he remembered why he was here, and he also saw what would happen next, it was a tragedy, and the end of this tragedy would take away the person he loved the most...... He's not here to watch the game, he's holding the steering wheel and pressing the gas pedal desperately, just to stop the tragedy before it happens!

"Do you know the tortoise and rabbit race? The rabbit is very fast, but it still loses to the turtle in the end, you are the turtle now, but can you catch up with the rabbit that is falling quickly? ”

The young man laughed.

The girl rolled over and fell, and the hem of the white dress unfolded in the wind, like a blooming lily.

Zhao Gao roared angrily, he was still too slow in the end, the Humvee couldn't keep up with the speed of the fall, and the girl slapped heavily into the stagnant water on the road, and the dark red blood stained the white dress and the rain.

Zhao Gao didn't see Zhao Mu for the last time before he died, Zhao Mu died from the explosion of the C4 bomb, and it was impossible to even have a whole corpse, the building collapsed when the bomb exploded, and the girl's body was not found in the security zone, and the cemetery behind the college was just a clothed mound, but in those nightmares, the girl died in front of Zhao Gao every time, she fell from the top of the tall building, like a flower that bloomed and withered.

This was Zhao Gao's deepest nightmare, that tragedy was only staged once, but it tormented him thousands of times.

The girl died in front of his eyes again and again, and no matter how crazy Zhao Gao was, how desperate and how angry he was, he would be late for this date. How many late nights, Zhao Gao woke up from a nightmare, tearing his hair and burying his head in a low voice.

Zhao Gao took a deep breath, is it a coincidence that what John Jones said when he went crazy was exactly the same person he was at the beginning? Or is it true, as Rutgers claims, that John Jones was just a messenger?

He looked through the treatment records and was suddenly slightly stunned.

On one page of the document, there is a very rare record of a large conversation, which is supposed to be a transcript made by the professor during John's rehabilitation.

"Rutgers: 'Who are you...... Yes, what's your name? ’

John: 'I...... My name is ...... Mushroom. ’

Rutgers: 'No, I'm asking you for another name, you have another name...... Right? ’

John: 'Another name?' ’

Rutgers: 'That's right, that's what I usually call you. ’

John: 'John...... John Jones. ’

Rutgers: 'Good, well done, John, you remember your name, that's a big step forward, let's move on to the next question, what's your favorite color?' What color do you want your clothes to be? ’

John: 'Blue, and orange. ’

Rutgers: 'What color do you hate?' ’

John: 'White ...... White. ’

Rutgers: 'Why do you hate white?' ’

John: 'Because...... Because ......'

(The patient's psychological condition and mood begin to fluctuate, the heart rate increases, the pupils tend to dilate, and the patient is likely to be in a panic.) ）

Rutgers: 'Take your time, John, let's take our time, why don't you like white?' ’

John: 'Because...... Ghost...... What the hell...... Ahh ’

(The patient is extremely emotionally unstable and panicked.) ）

Rutgers: 'John! John! Calm down, calm down, there are no ghosts here, only me here, I will protect you, you are safe, you know?

John: 'No...... Ghost? ’

Rutgers: 'No ghosts, come on, let's repeat the question...... What is your name? ’

John: 'I'm a mushroom. ’

Rutgers: 'Yes, you're a mushroom, but you have another name, right?' What's your other name? ’

John: My other name is ...... Night...... No, John Jones. ”

Night? Zhao Gao was stunned, the documents were written in English, and the word in the records was "night", and when Rutgers asked John Jones for his name, the latter answered the word "night" very clearly, but then changed it back.

Night...... Zhao Gao frowned, what exactly did he want to say at that time? What is the night? Why did John Jones suddenly mention this term?