Ember Gun

  Chapter 735 Retirement

"what…"

The monotonous and long voice reverberated in the silent ward. As time passed, the tone became lower and lower, like the last breath, the voice was constantly squeezed out of the shriveled lungs, turning into a kind of weird sadness The tone faded.

  After a short pause, the weird long sigh sounded again.

  Shrike opened his eyes in pain, the disturbing noise, as if a hanged ghost was sleeping next to him.

   "I said, can you stop screaming?"

  Shrike sat up, grabbed the pillow and smashed it at the clinical unlucky ghost, the pillow was stuck on his face, and his voice suddenly cut off.

  Kestrel grabbed the pillow and sat up slowly. His eyes were confused and sluggish, with saliva at the corners of his mouth, and he looked demented.

   "What's wrong with you? Any discomfort, please call a doctor?"

  Shrike complained. From the point of view of his roommate, Kestrel is really an unpleasant guy. No matter when and where, he always wants to make some **** noise to prove his existence.

   "No, I just feel a little boring, a little trance..."

  Kestrel faintly said, looking at the shrike with confusion, he asked tentatively.

   "This... is it over? Is everything over?"

  Hearing this, Shrike also fell silent. He paused for a long time, and said with some uncertainty.

"I guess so."

   Rubbing his head, the shrike looked at the cold and desolate scenery outside the window. The leaves were all withered, leaving only the withered big tree. He couldn't help sighing, his voice filled with the same confusion as the Kestrel.

   "It should be over," Shrike tried to be happy, he smiled, "So it seems that you and I can both retire."

retire.

  This is a very unfamiliar vocabulary for Shrike. When he thinks of this, he feels inexplicably grateful, as if he has been favored by luck.

   "To be honest, since I entered this industry, I don't think I will have a good end, let alone retired... The result actually made me live until now."

  Shrike stretched, slid weakly, and lay flat on the hospital bed again, sighing again.

  I'm still alive, and the bad nightmare is over. What is waiting for me is the unknowable but wonderful future.

   "Unemployed to be precise, right?"

  Kestrel's voice was a little melancholy, and his eyes fell out of the window, looking at the peaceful and peaceful world, the light of winter falling through the window, shining on his body, with a scorching hot feeling.

  Shrike noticed the strangeness of the Kestrel, this guy who was so lively that people suspected that he was ADHD, now suddenly became quiet. This feeling is like a pig stopping eating suddenly and thinking about life instead.

  In any case, he felt outrageous, even a little disturbing.

   "Is it good to be unemployed? Haven't you always wanted to leave here before?"

  Shrike asked, not understanding Kestrel’s melancholy.

   "Hmm... how do you say it?"

  Kestrel crossed his legs, lowered his head, and put his hand on his chin, looking thoughtful.

  He is really thinking hard, his expression is like constipation, but unfortunately Kestrel’s brain is not very good, even if he uses all his computing power, he can only say something that Shrike doesn’t understand.

   "I just think it's too fast."

"too fast?"

"Well, to me, this is just something that exists in a beautiful imagination. In fact, like you, I never feel that I can live safely and securely until the time I retire. This kind of thing is far away to me. Out of reach.

  But a few days ago, it was still out of reach, but today it suddenly came before my eyes. "

  Kestrel looked at the door of the ward and stretched out his finger.

   "It feels like...someone will knock on the door, and he will say to you, ‘you have retired, take your luggage, hurry up and start a new life’ like this."

  Kestrel's eyes were complicated, looking at the shrike, he could see the same sadness from the shrike's eyes.

   "By the way, where can we go if we leave here? Shrike, saying goodbye to everything you know will inevitably make you feel reluctant, and you will feel terrified when you head towards an unknown future."

   "But always move forward, Kestrel."

Shrike comforted, but in fact he himself was a little confused and empty, and seemed to have lost all his motivation for a while, but Shrike didn’t hate it. He felt that the same was true for Kestrels. The more boring and empty they were, the more the world became. Peace and tranquility, it's good, it's awesome.

  Listening to what the Shrike said, the Kestrel nodded to himself, then stretched his hand to the bedside table aside, and picked up a business card from it, with a few lines scribbled on it.

  "Eve gave you that? What did you write?"

  Shrike remembered that business card. A few days ago, Eve came here mysteriously, handed the card to Kestrel, and then left quietly.

  The Kestrel was very excited at the time, so excited that this guy finally became numb, no matter what the shrike shouted, he ignored him, and the whole person seemed to faint.

  "An address, the address of a new life."

  Kestrel smiled mysteriously at the Shrike, and carefully put away the business card.

  Looking at the Kestrel like this, Shrike didn’t bother to ask anything. He got up and got out of the bed and packed up his things.

   "It's almost noon, don't you want to clean up?" Shrike asked, "If we leave the hospital early, we can still catch up with the gathering on God's Birthday."

   "I have no luggage, I can leave after I get dressed!"

  Kestrel raised an eyebrow at the shrike, this guy is not casual.

   "Where are those things?"

  Shrike pointed to the things piled aside, which were all Kestrel's debris.

   "Hey, new life, it's enough to have me alone, what can I do with all these burdens." Kestrel's mood became happy again, making people wonder whether this guy is sad or happy.

   "You are causing trouble to others!"

   Shrike rebuked, kicking the Kestrel out of the bed.

  The two were arguing, but they stopped shortly. They all looked out the window in unison. They saw puffs of snow falling, which swept the whole world in a blink of an eye, bringing chill and whiteness.

   "It's snowing."

   Kestrel murmured.

   "The year is about to end again," Shrike said softly, "but it's also a new beginning."

  ...

   "It's snowing!"

  Sao Liangxi cheered, jubilation among the falling snow, followed by Shao Liangye and Luo Luo, who were like silent bodyguards, following Yao Liangxi all the way.

It's not that they are worried about Siu Liangxi, only the potential victims. A few days ago, they just witnessed Siu Liangxi beating the street gangsters, like a messenger of justice, but Shao Liangye knew that it was just plain boring. .

  After all, in this dark forest, the prey has disappeared, the hunters are completely idle, and hunting knives and shotguns have lost their meaning.

The narrow streets have been filled with heavy snow, and the fire ladder is covered with snow. Hot steam overflows from the ground and melts the snow, but it quickly re-covers it. This reciprocating, cold water freezes on The edges of the metal become sculptures of ice crystals.

  Shao Liangye raised his head, feeling the cold of the old Dunling, his eyes blurred, and he couldn't help sighing.

   "This should be the longest time in my memory."

  There is no antimemetic influence, there is no **** of a monster, there is nothing, life is peaceful and scary, and it is somewhat unacceptable.

   "Without those **** monsters, there is no need to use antimemetics, and I can have more memories of my own, instead of dying busy."

  Listening to him, Rod was a little puzzled, but thinking of the mystery of these people's identities, he didn't bother to ask anything.

   Noting Rod’s reaction, Shao Liangye was also a little helpless. This joy was not shared. It seemed a bit sad, but when he saw the jumping figure in front of him, he thought it was pretty good.

  Even if he didn't expect that he could actually witness this great feat, he couldn't help but see that vague face in his mind.

  Shao Liangye can hardly remember his appearance sometimes, but fortunately, he has not completely forgotten.

   "Teacher, we did it."

  He murmured.

   "Hey! You guys hurry up!"

   The shout came from the front, and Liang Liangxi waved to the two of them, then turned around and plunged into the tavern.

   "Yo! Boss!"

   Kicked open the door, Liang Liangxi was so imposing that Herculi shook twice in fright, and almost missed the glass he wiped in his hand and fell to the ground.

   "Why are you here again!"

  Herkeri looked helpless and complained loudly as soon as she saw Sora River.

   "You said it, boss, come back alive, the drinks are free!"

  Sao Liangxi smiled and sat at the bar, pointing at Hercule's thumb, Hercule's expression trembled slightly, regretting the rhetoric he had let go.

  It's not that the money is bad, but these people are very annoying. They come to the store every day, throwing all the energy that is nowhere to be released here, and messing up the quiet life of Hercules.

   sighed, Hercule stood behind the bar and asked Yao Liangxi.

  "So this customer, what do you need?"

   "A cup of fate, a poirot."

  Hearing this, Hercule nodded, and rounding up is also a regular customer, such a demand is not unexpected.

   Turning his head, Hercule cursed at the chef.

   "Come here to kill the mouse. I will feed you and live. It's time to work and pay off the debt."

Just after hearing a jingle, a slightly wilted chinchilla appeared in Sou Liangxi’s arms shortly afterwards. It is hard to imagine that a sense of exhaustion can be seen on the face of a chinchilla, and I don’t know that it is all After experiencing something, the hair on the top of the head seems to be bald.

  Sao Liangxi kneaded happily, when Shao Liangye and Luo Luo came late.

  Seeing this kind of Shao Liangxi, Shao Liangye's mood can't help but relax. This is the life a girl should live, not fight and kill. Of course, he is also deeply sorry for the hapless Hercules.

   "But... where's Lorenzo? Didn't he come back alive too? Why didn't he see others?"

  Herkeley spoke out the question that was pressing in his heart, Shao Liangye thought for a while and answered.

  "I don’t know, but it seems that because of [Exile], his connection with the dark is weakening, and the secret blood in his body is also declining. It seems to have caused a series of illnesses and was sent to the Black Mountain Hospital."

   "Is that so? It sounds terrible."

   "Yes, the power of secret blood is decreasing day by day. He is turning back into a mortal little by little, and the injuries left in the battle have also exploded. It is a miracle to be able to recover his life."

  Shao Liangye still remembers that at the end of the battle, Lorenzo fainted just as soon as he boarded the Sailing Dawn, and his powerful self-healing power no longer existed. After the wound healed, it ruptured again, just like a puppet that was riddled with holes.

   "But whoever told me, he seems to have been discharged from the hospital a few days ago?"

  At this moment, Shao Liangxi suddenly raised her head and said.

   "Huh? Discharged?"

   "Well, it's called Swift? When I went to the Black Mountain Hospital for a review a few days ago, she told me that Lorenzo had been discharged from the hospital."

  I was stunned to hear these people, looked at each other, and was very surprised at this mysterious whereabouts.

   "So...what is Lorenzo Holmos doing now?"

  (End of this chapter)