Life always inadvertently returns to normal, and in only half a month, all the people who praise the revolution disappear from the originally lively and passionate central street, as if they had never appeared.

The workers are still working, the poor are still poor, the petty clerks are hurrying to work, housewives haggling in the alleys in loose coarse cloth trousers, but there are no more demonstrations by the workers.

On a day when the temperature was suitable, the staff of the new editor, led by Hansen's editor-in-chief, went to visit the editor-in-chief Thomas's home.

Mr. Thomas lives in an upscale apartment next to Financial Street in the central block, and Bill remembers that housing prices are ridiculously high, and that only the most famous celebrities live here in order to fit in with high society.

But there are also those who value work more than enjoyment of life to have a soft spot for apartments in the central block, and Thomas's editor-in-chief clearly falls into the latter category.

For the same price, he could have bought a huge villa or even a farm in the suburbs to enjoy a comfortable life, but he still bought this kind of house in order to reduce the time wasted on the road.

As one of the founders of a radical underground party, perhaps it was precisely because he gave up life, love, and health that he was able to finally exchange for the victory of the revolution!

There were many revolutionaries like Thomas, who were willing to give, but now this victory does not seem to be what he expected.

Finally arrived at the high-end apartment, the newspaper staff walked into the corridor in turn, the corridor was cloudy, the gray marble floor was almost dusty, and someone should clean it every day.

It's just that from the moment he passed through the closed iron doors, even Bill felt that the temperature in the building was very low, as if he had not yet come out of the cold April.

They ascended to the second floor, and Hansen knocked on the door.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

"Editor-in-chief Thomas, are you at home, the children in the newspaper have come to see you!"

The door soon opened, but the outcrop was a beautiful nurse in white, with long dark blonde hair coiled under the nurse's hat, tall and plump, looking at the crowd outside the door vigilantly.

"A friend of Mr. Thomas Rudson?"

"Hmm...... Yes, that's right, we're all his colleagues, and it's right to say that we are his subordinates. ”

Hansen's editor-in-charge was obviously stunned, he didn't expect a beautiful woman to appear at Thomas's house, and even the newspaper employees looked at the gossip communicator, this kind of scene was completely inconsistent with the affectionate image he said before.

The gossip purveyor scratched his head and glanced behind him.

"Wendy, let them in, Thomas said these people are friends of the new editor, don't beware of them!"

An unfamiliar voice came from the inner room, accompanied by a familiar and violent coughing sound, and the beautiful nurse opened the door to release people, her face cold and a little impatient.

Hansen awkwardly beckoned the employees into the apartment.

Bill walked at the end of the line and slowly walked into the apartment, glancing back at the watcher, and Wendy seemed to look at Bill twice before closing the door.

Thomas's home is surprisingly consistent with the style of this apartment building.

It is a duplex apartment of about 90 square meters, with almost no decorative furnishings, the living room is furnished with the most ordinary sofas and old coffee tables, and the walls are painted with white plaster paint.

The master bedroom has only one wrought iron single bed, while the kitchen and powder room look new and empty.

The most important room was the study, but the only furniture was desks and bookshelves, wooden floors and corners littered with letters and cut newspapers of various colors, black ink on the tables, and old brown gas lamps.

Seeing Thomas's editor-in-chief's residence, Bill can only think of one place, and that is the interrogation room of the Britts Police Department, and they all smell the same.

The smell is as cold as metal, rusty.

The only thing in this apartment that has nothing to do with work is a wooden picture frame on a desk with a black-and-white photograph drenched in water.

Bill guessed that the woman in the photo was blurred should be the woman Thomas once loved, and even though twenty years have passed and the photos have decayed, he is still reluctant to throw away the photos.

The woman he loved so much, maybe even he himself forgot what she looked like, but he just remembered the feeling of being in love deeply.

But he still loves persistently, and he may regret it a lot......

Coming to Thomas, he was on an infusion.

Completely different from the appearance of standing in front of Bill and bowing to the reporters that night, the editor-in-chief Thomas has become very thin, and at this moment he is leaning against the head of the wrought iron bed, carefully hugging the staff in turn, expressing his sincerest gratitude.

"Thank you, dear children, for coming to see me, thank you. ”

"I'm fine, it's not a serious illness, maybe I can return to work next week, you don't have to worry. ”

"Thank you so much for the gift, it really broke the bank......"

Wendy, the beautiful nurse, put a feather cushion on his back with a blank face, and at the same time reminded the visitors to pay attention to the visiting time and the patients need to rest.

In addition to someone Bill knew, there was also a doctor in the room.

The white-coated doctor had sunken eyes, a lean and capable man, his short silver hair neatly combed back with hairspray, a faint smile on his face, and his waist straight to the east side of Thomas's editor-in-chief.

It's just that Thomas tilted his head and didn't look at the doctor at all.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Bill felt that the doctor had been smiling since he walked into the room.

Convinced that he had never seen the man, he ignored him.

"Bill, my good boy, you're here too!"

"Well, I'm coming. ”

When Thomas saw Bill, his voice increased significantly, and he even covered his chest and coughed excitedly, Wendy hurriedly helped him calm down, and at the same time glared at all the visitors.

Bill felt cramped, he didn't know how to deal with this man, and he could feel that Thomas was genuinely in love with Williams like his own son.

"I'm glad you came over, it's great to see you safe and sound......"

"I'm sorry, Editor-in-Chief Thomas, but I'm only coming to see you now. ”

"No, no, no, don't apologize to me, my poor boy, it's always me who should say I'm sorry, blame me......"

"Alright, well, my lovely friends!"

"Now that we've seen Thomas and the gifts and hearts have been delivered, don't disturb the patient's rest here, it's time to go back to work after such a long delay!"

Hansen interrupted Thomas by clapping his hands suddenly, and led everyone out of the room with open arms, grinning and showing no concern, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Oh yes, Bill, you're ......"

"You can stay here with Thomas for a while, anyway, you have already resigned, and there will be no delay in work, so we will go first. ”

After leaving the inexplicable words like this, the door slammed shut, and the editor in charge of Hansen had already led someone to leave.

The doctor kicks Wendy to pull out the needle for Thomas, puts the stethoscope and blood sample back in the medicine box, and gets up to leave.

Before leaving, he saw Thomas, hesitated for a moment, but slowly opened his mouth.

"Thomas, don't worry about it anymore, it's not good for your body, and the world you expect has arrived, what else can't you see?"

"Moseley, what right do you have to say such things!"

"You have betrayed the great revolution, betrayed the dead comrades, and betrayed our purest friendship!"

"I've found other doctors, don't come back in the future, I don't want to see you at all!"

"Get out!!"

Thomas was suddenly excited, and it was the first time Bill had seen him yelling, completely disregarding his image.

“...... Thomas, the world is not in our hands at all, we don't already know it, don't waste your efforts. ”

The iron door opened and closed again, and Dr. Moseley shook his head and led Wendy away, leaving only one more inexplicable remark.

In the end, only the editor-in-chief Thomas and Bill were left in the room.