The captain put away the paper and pen, rushed out of the car, and went straight to the front desk of the hospital.

"Where's John?"

He had so many doubts that he wanted answers, and asking John was the easiest way to do it.

The nurse at the front desk quickly reacted,

"The patient you sent?"

Originally, it was extremely difficult to find a patient in such a large hospital.

However, John wore the hospital's latest wristband, which was able to clearly show the location.

That's what the bracelet is all about.

Soon, the positioning was successful.

"On the rooftop?!"

What is John doing on the rooftop?!

The captain didn't say a word, rushed to the elevator, and went straight to the top floor.

When he knocked open the rooftop door, he saw John holding a coffee and leaning leisurely against the railing.

The other party did not seek death and life as the captain imagined, and was even calmer than the captain.

Seeing the captain, John was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, and puzzled,

"Is there anything else, Captain?"

He thought that the case was over, after all, he had ordered it to go down, and don't investigate what shouldn't be investigated.

The captain looked at John repeatedly, his expression was gloomy, and he spoke for a long time,

"yes, I'm looking for something for you."

He slowly walked over to the railing and asked nonchalantly,

"I combed through the whole thing again and found something suspicious."

As he spoke, the captain bluntly stated his previous analysis.

As he spoke, the captain kept observing John's expression, but found nothing.

John had little interest in the story.

He raised an eyebrow slightly and asked rhetorically, "So, what answer do you get, Captain?" ”

The captain said coldly,

"Regarding the issue of anesthetic agents, I never knew how they did it. But there is no such possibility. You're not anesthetized at all! ”

"Not anesthetized?"

John scoffed,

"You mean, like Griffin, I worked with Mr. Ludon to trick everyone and steal my stuff?"

Griffin pretended to be asleep with Lunden, and could also explain.

What's the point of John's doing?

Even John himself found this statement ridiculous.

"No, you're not pretending to be asleep."

The captain said his conjecture word by word,

"You're killed! They don't care about the dosage at all, because they don't need to care! They're lethal, and you're killed instead of sleeping! ”

The more the captain spoke, the more excited he became, and the speed of his speech was rapid,

"In the same way, you were dead when you were thrown into the lake, no, maybe you drowned again, but you were quickly resurrected."

Under the assumption of the existence of the Eternals, it all makes sense!

Of course, the most difficult thing to make sense in the whole topic is the existence of the Eternals

The captain's assumptions are bold and ridiculous.

John's face was full of confusion and confusion, and he was puzzled,

"You don't really believe this nonsense, do you?"

There was a smile on the corner of John's mouth, this smile was very weird, it seemed to be mocking the captain for believing in such a thing.

The captain said to himself, "No, there's one more thing that doesn't make sense."

"Why are you helping Luden?"

"You've seen it before? No, it's not just seen to this extent, he looks a lot like an old friend of yours? ”

"Could it be. Ludon is also an eternal?! ”

“.”

He kept throwing out hypotheses and overturning them one by one, but he couldn't find a real answer.

Looking at the captain's appearance, John wanted to say that with his personal experience, the captain was already ready to be admitted to the hospital.

One VIP of the psychiatric hospital.

Fortunately, this is not a mental hospital, and John is not a doctor now.

He just wanted to say one word to the captain.

Don't be in this barbershop.

I don't know how long I was talking to myself, but the captain suddenly came back to his senses, looked at John and asked,

"What are you doing on the rooftop?"

John shrugged,

"Anyway, I'm not here to hear you talk nonsense."

As soon as the words fell.

It's dark.

The captain looked up blankly, not understanding what was happening.

The rising sun suddenly disappeared!

In the sky, there was one more fireball.

Maybe the fireball was a miracle of nature, maybe it was a passing meteor, maybe it was the tail flame of some flying machine.

When it appeared, the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were eclipsed, and all light was taken away from it, as if it were the only light in the world.

John stared at the fireball in the sky, breathing tightly and staring at each other!

One of the stewards told John that if there was anything he wanted to say to the man, the fireball was the last chance.

Wherever John is and what he says, the other side will hear.

Even so, John chose to come to the rooftop, in order to see the other party for the last time, and in order to get his voice over faster.

John wanted to say, take me away, take me with you, let me participate, let me witness, and embark on this path of truth.

This sentence was blocked in his throat countless times, but he couldn't say it.

He didn't have the courage to do that, he didn't have the courage to face the truth.

John walked through the underworld-like planet, escaped the deception of reincarnation, escaped the pursuit of the Zerg Queen, and refused the temptation to become the ultimate birther

Even so, he ended up staying here, stopping himself and not moving forward.

This is his paradise, his cradle, and the cave he cannot leave.

The first few stops, for John, were just thrilling.

Only here, a planet of great comfort, where technology is forever circulating from the Stone Age to the Atomic Age, and history is constantly playing its own

This is John's cave, just as the guys at the previous stations stayed in their own caves, and the shadows on the walls of the cave are their whole world.

They are prisoners of the world, and even if they understood this, they would not be able to resist further.

The world outside the cave was, for John, false and dangerous.

Coming here, it's already John's limit.

However, it is clearly not the limit of that person.

John figured out what he was going to say.

His eyes were slightly red, his neck was stretched, the blood vessels on his neck were red, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out!

I don't know how many years of suppressed emotions exploded in a moment.

He roared, roared, and torn his heart out, tearing everything he had brought with his infinite life, chewing it up and spitting it out, holding it high above his head and holding it in his palm, and slamming it on the ground and stomping on the soles of his feet!

"So!"

The word seemed to drain the energy of his whole body.

The voice after that was filled with endless sadness, vicissitudes, dead silence,

"Don't go gently into that good night!"

At the last word, John was trembling, choking, sobbing, he didn't know whether he was screaming or pleading, he longed for someone to end it all, and he was afraid that it would be over.

When he stopped, he forgot how long he had stopped.

Until a gentle voice whispered in John's ear and woke him up,

"Angry, angry at this silence of light."

Don't walk gently into that good night.

- Dylan. Thomas