Lawrence closed the door softly, and in the cold, muggle-machine ticking room, only Amosta and the man who was still asleep in the hospital bed.

When the shriveled body of the man whose life had come to an end fell into view, Amosta's body trembled uncontrollably, and his original indifferent expression became indescribably complicated, and his heart felt as heavy as pressing on a stone.

He walked slowly to the window, opened the curtains and pushed open the closed sash, letting the cool breeze carry away the unpleasant potions and rotten smell in the room, and then, leaning against the window, Amosta took out a cigarette and sniffed it under his nose, regaining his composure and falling on the thin triangular cheeks of the man on the hospital bed.

"Pathetic--"

After a long time, Amosta once again let out an incomprehensible exclamation.

Perhaps it was the cold wind that broke into the hospital room that made the man in the hospital bed feel uncomfortable, and in a faint whistling and moaning, the man struggled to open his eyes.

He stared at Bai Sensen's ceiling with a vacant gaze, and it took about five minutes for his cloudy eyes to reveal a little lucidity.

Soon, the dying man realized that there was someone in the room, he looked at the window, but the harsh light blurred his vision, he was puzzled why someone dared to open the window of the room, so he blinked desperately to see who was in front of the window.

The cool wind made his stiff consciousness smoother and smoother, and the blurred light and shadow gradually receded, and as the person's appearance gradually became clearer, the mouth of the man lying on the hospital bed opened more and more, and the cloudy eyeballs were swollen and almost jumped out of their sockets.

The silence continued, he was looking at him, he was looking at him, not a word of self-introduction, but both of them knew very well who the other was.

"Can you bring me a cigar... Since I was diagnosed, Lawrence hasn't allowed me to smoke one anymore, hehe, I don't think it matters now--"

Amosta threw away the cigarette in his hand and said lightly,

"No cigars, make do with this--"

The man picked up the cigarette that had been kneaded and pouted unhappily, but in the end, instead of insisting on his request, he took the cigarette in his mouth tremblingly and muttered,

"Fire--"

Smack!

After a crisp snap of the fingers, the cigarette butt flickered and emitted wisps of green smoke.

The man took a puff of cigarette, showing an expression of enjoyment, and with the help of nicotine, his gray brown eyes revealed his brilliance, and even his withered body regained some strength, and he actually had the spare strength to support his body and lean up on the head of the bed.

"What was that, trick?"

"Think of it as a trick—" Amosta said lazily.

For a person who may be about to breathe in the next second, there will be nothing new in this world, the man nodded and did not continue to ask.

"So--"

The choking smoke put pressure on the man's internal organs, which were already on the verge of collapse, he coughed heavily, and then wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth casually, and after a quick gasp, he said with difficulty,

"It was Lawrence who found you, didn't he, I know he's been looking for you behind my back, especially in the two or three years since I was diagnosed, and he's put a lot of effort into it."

Amosta pulled out another cigarette, and suddenly there was a strong urge in his heart to light it, but in the end, he overcame this desire and just played with it in his hand.

"If I were you--"

Amosta's expression was dismayed, "I'm not going to waste what little life I have left on such boring issues." ”

The man nodded approvingly, and then fell silent, the cigarette in his hand was burning rapidly, and the burnt ashes fell, burning black ugly spots on the snow-white bedding. Reading Pavilion

"You're now... What kind of life do you live? ”

This time, the silent man was replaced by Amosta, who rubbed his eyebrows, his gaze that had never been easily shaken was wandering around the room at this moment,

"How do I answer your question?" Amosta sighed, "A life of freedom, a life of hope, in short.... Not bad, isn't it? ”

"Yes," the man whispered, "that's good—"

Both of them seemed to have no desire to speak, the man on the hospital bed cherished the last cigarette in his life, he stared at the slow but firm fire that devoured the cigarette, one by one the past flashed in his mind, and finally, fixed on a face that had been blurred, he wanted to see through the fog on that face, but no matter how hard he tried, the fog still did not disperse, so he could only laugh self-deprecating,

"I can't even remember what that woman looked like..."

"It's not hard to understand." Amosta said calmly, "After all, many years have passed, and I can't remember it clearly--"

There was a message in his words, and the man who accurately captured this information on the hospital bed was stunned, and then asked, "So, she... I mean, your mother, already..."

"You guessed it right," Amosta nodded, "it's not been many years--"

Perhaps it was the perennial habit of spontaneously operating the Occlumency Technique when there was emotional turmoil, and Amosta's tone always maintained an incomprehensible calmness, which made the man feel a little dazzling and angry, but after thinking about it, he knew that he was not qualified to say anything.

"So--"

Seeing that the man seemed to have nothing to say, Amosta stood up straight from his reclining state, and he nodded at the man,

"Rest well, Mr. Bryan, and I'm leaving."

The words 'Mr. Blaine' spat out by Amosta burned the man's self-esteem like firelight, his breathing became rapid, and his body like a candle in the wind suddenly surged with inexplicable strength,

"Do you hate me?"

Amosta's footsteps stopped at the head of the hospital bed, and he stared sideways into the man's eyes for a long time before he said unhurriedly,

"There's nothing to grudge, Mr. Bryan, after all, you're just an innocent victim."

The man slumped back on the bed, his expression became depressed, the power that had surged in his body just now was quickly stripped away, and he seemed to have heard the footsteps of the Grim Reaper gradually becoming clearer.

"Can you please call Lawrence for me?" The man stopped Amosta, who was walking to the door, "I have something I want to explain. ”

ps: The update will be put in the evening in the future.

First make up for the first alliance leader in this book (I don't see the moonlight dyeing Tianlan), and I'll do the rest as soon as possible.





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