All Worlds Madhouse

After this round, the whole game has completely changed.

Gil's body and mind were completely covered in a shadow, and Cisse was even more so. He could only moan helplessly, unable to speak or see. Although William seemed fine, he was probably scared to death. As for John, he just held the glass of milk and still looked like a quiet old man.

No more gossip————

Since Jill couldn't get back the chips he threw out, the current number of chips has arrived.

Gill: 4 pieces

William: 5 pieces

Cisse: 1 piece

John: 4 pieces

The next round started immediately.

Here, I want to focus on Cisse, perhaps to keep the game going. The stripped areas of Cisse have been filled in by the hissing black smoke, as if they were scorched by an iron plate. The same, although it looks equally shocking, at least he won't bleed to death.

Of course, the current Cisse cannot see or speak. Although it may be because he still holds on to the last illusion, he persists with all his life and continues this round, but...because of his There was only one chip left, so his ending was almost predictable.

Everyone turned over the cards in front of them.

Jill: Stone

William: Stone

Cisse: scissors

John: cloth

This was read by the bartender, because Cisse was no longer visible, so the score came

Gill: 4 pieces

William: 5 pieces

Cisse: 0 pieces

John: 5 pieces

There was no reversal and no luck, Cisse was eliminated just like that.

"Well, dear players, now that we have entered the fifth round, one of us has finally been eliminated, and that is Mr. Cisse." The gentle voice of the bartender came as expected.

Of course, at this moment, no one would be deceived by his smiling appearance.

Following the bartender's words, Cisse disappeared under the gaze of the others.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Jill finally seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. She buried her face in her hands and began to cry.

"Miss Gill, this is not your fault. In fact, looking back on all the things Cisse did to you, he should be considered to have deserved it." The bartender said lightly as before.

"Can I ask where Cisse went?" William finally summoned up the courage to ask.

The bartender smiled: "Of course he is where he should go, but although he is a loser, I can guarantee that he will not be punished."

Yes, as promised in advance, failure will not be punished, but at this moment, this rule will not make the remaining people feel at ease at all, because they feel that the game itself is a punishment. .

"Can I give up?" Jill asked calmly: "I don't want to play anymore."

"Hahaha - of course not." The bartender smiled and said: "I asked at the very beginning of the game. No one wanted to abstain at that time, so you have to continue the game."

When Jill heard this answer, she buried her face in her hands again.

And at this moment, William and John, the two people with the most chips in the field, had another headache, and another memory hit them.

And this memory is very special, because this memory is shared by John and William.

They are all in the same office, sitting facing each other.

The William in my memory is pretty much the same as he is now, wearing suits and ties, looking like a standard successful person.

As for John, although he looked slightly younger than he is now, his skin was paler, and his cheeks and eyelids were glowing with an extremely unhealthy blush.

"William, first of all, I have to thank you. Without you, my wife and I would never have been able to build our drug rehabilitation center."

William smiled: "It's nothing, I just handed this plan to investors who are willing to pay."

"Okay." John nodded: "But...this time, I have more important things to do."

"Oh, please tell me."

"I have cancer, a tumor, in my brain."

"Well that's unfortunate."

"Yes, it's unfortunate, but there are even more unfortunate things." As he said, John took out a document: "This is my insurance claim list. There are 31 items in total, 28 of which were returned. I don't Know why."

William picked up the document, glanced at it lightly, and put it aside.

"Uh, John, listen to me, your insurance clearly states that this is medical insurance, so all the compensation must be used for medical treatment."

"Yes, I understand, but why the application was not successful? I mean, I spend a lot of money on this every year, but when I really get sick, I don't get a penny. "

"Because you are an old man over fifty years old." William was silent for a second or two: "As far as I know, brain tumors are difficult to operate, so we think your treatment is of no value."

"no value?"

"Well, yes, it's worthless. No matter how much you treat, you can't change the outcome in the end. It's like falling off a cliff. No matter how much you wave your arms, you can't really fly, so..."

"So...you just abandoned me like this?"

"I'm sorry, John, but it's government policy and we don't have much in claims, so it should be spent on those"

"On someone worth saving?"

"Yes, thank you for being considerate of us."

John in the memory raised his head and looked at William: "So, you think life can be divided into 'worth saving' and 'not worth saving', right?"

William seemed uncomfortable being stared at: "No, I mean, this is policy, you are too old, so... I'm sorry."

John stood up slowly, picked up the claims list on his desk, and rolled it into a paper ball.

"Maybe from the first day we met, we didn't talk about the same thing. You were talking about money, or some policy. But I was talking about life."

As he said this, he turned around and walked out of the office.

After a trance, John and William woke up from their memories almost at the same time. William raised his head, and was surprised to find that John opposite him was also staring at him.

"Haha, it's really interesting." John said calmly: "I didn't expect that I was an old man who had cancer and was waiting to die, and the person who threw all my treatment claims into the trash can was sitting in front of me. .”

William tried his best to stay calm: "Hey, John, listen, I know you may be a little resentful, but I think now is not the time to dwell on this."

at this time.

"Well, everyone here, if you need my help in any way, please feel free to send me."