From Prisoner to Si Chen

"you……"

Gillan spoke to break the calm.

"It's not already..."

"Yes, dead."

Mr. Stork nodded, sighed, and continued.

Gilan's mouth opened slightly, with confusion on his face.

"But, before I died, I seemed to see a bunch of colorful lights falling from the sky and covering me..."

Mr. Stork took off his hat, wrung out the water, and explained slowly.

He looked confused.

"After that, I was in a dazed state, wandering aimlessly in an inexplicable white mist... But I had an intuition that this state would not last long, and maybe after a while, I would disappear completely. .”

"Until I heard your voice, Mr. Snow Owl."

He straightened up and put his hat back on with a smile.

"My consciousness returned to rationality, and then I fell into the black sea. Then I followed my survival instinct and climbed to the shore. I was attracted by the light of the fire."

"Yes, my situation is similar to Mr. Stork."

Mr. Oystercatcher nodded in agreement.

Miss Seagull raised her head from Gillan's arms, her wet black short ear-length hair clinging to her pale face, looking quite embarrassed. But his expression was indescribably joyful, and his eyes were shining brightly.

"I didn't expect to see you again. I'm really...so happy!"

As if she had experienced death, she became less coy and smiled openly.

Miss Seagull took Gilan and together they came to the Cross Sword bonfire and sat on the ground. Then he turned his head, stared at him, and said:

"Thank you for protecting me and everyone again."

"Yes, I should thank you this time, Mr. Snow Owl."

Mr. Stork also sat down, warming himself by the fire, and said with great emotion.

"I have a guess about our current strange state...perhaps our physical body has indeed died, but we are now in the form of a spiritual body and remain in the world, still retaining the memory and consciousness of our lifetime."

"It's you who kept us from dying completely."

His eyes were deep and he said solemnly to Gilan.

"Mr. Stork, are you saying that the three of us only have souls left now?"

Mr. Oystercatcher on the side opened his mouth wide, very surprised by this guess.

He turned to look at Miss Seagull again and stammered:

"But according to the Hope Church, after death, the soul either goes to heaven or goes to hell?"

"That's right..."

Miss Seagull said, but hesitated. Everything she has experienced tells her from the facts that what the church says may not necessarily be the truth.

"But who can explain the mysterious power? We haven't gone to heaven or hell yet, which is the best example." She said.

"Although we are not completely dead, we seem to have some limitations."

Mr. Stork raised a hand warmed by the fire and looked down at it.

The palm seemed to have substance, but it inexplicably presented a hazy feeling like a reflection on the water.

He moved his hand away from the campfire again and reached into the darkness behind him.

After a while, he took his hand back, and the hazy feeling became stronger and seemed to be distorted.

His entire palm seemed to be covered with a piece of frosted glass, making it blurry. But under the light of the fire, it gradually became clear.

Mr. Stork raised his head and said to everyone:

"We were able to survive with the help of Mr. Snow Owl's cross sword bonfire. The fire not only gave us warmth, but also protected us."

He looked calm.

"Once we leave the range of the bonfire, we will probably die completely."

"We can only use the bonfire to continue living!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Oystercatcher and Miss Seagull suddenly looked solemn. They nodded, understanding what Mr. Stork said.

Gillan was also quite surprised.

He had some realization.

Perhaps it was "Bailan" that captured the souls of the three Mr. Storks and guided them into the spiritual kingdom, where they survived.

This thing was so magical, but it also surprised him.

"I'm also glad to see you again..."

Ji Lan let out a sigh of relief and laughed.

He stood up, looked at the three friends beside the campfire in the night, their faces flushed by the fire, and said solemnly:

"You will stay here for the time being. As long as you don't really die, I believe that sooner or later, I will find a way to bring you back to reality."

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The next morning.

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A few goldfinches landed on the windowsill on the third floor, swung their little heads, and stared curiously at the blond young man lying on the bed in the glass window, chirping.

The dazzling sunlight shines into the master bedroom, illuminating the room.

A bright and bright feeling, mixed with warmth, lingers quietly.

Gillan slowly opened her eyes.

He turned to look at the sun outside the window and couldn't help but smile.

He got up from the bed, quickly changed into a white shirt and trousers, opened the door, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When I came out and walked into the living room, I saw Miss Sparrow wearing an apron and bringing the dinner plate to the square table in the dining area on the left.

She moves clumsily, but very carefully.

After setting the plate, he rubbed his hands nervously.

It was at this time that Miss Sparrow seemed to notice someone behind her, and quickly turned her head. When she saw Ji Lan, she was startled for a moment, then narrowed her eyes and smiled:

"Good morning, Mr. Snowy Owl."

As she spoke, she clutched her apron and said awkwardly:

"I have prepared some simple breakfast. Although it is not as good as the ones in the restaurant, it can save you some money... After all, the prices in the capital are too high."

"Thank you." Gillan smiled. "I'm really troubling you."

He walked over and saw four dinner plates on the table. Two pieces of toasted white bread are spread with mayonnaise, fried eggs and bacon are thoughtfully added in the middle, and then cut in half diagonally, it is a simple sandwich.

There are also fried sausages, meatball soup, mashed potatoes and a cup of homemade bark milk tea.

Gillan tasted the sandwich first.

Miss Sparrow stared at him, biting her lip and clenching her little hands.

Jilan chewed the food and raised his eyebrows.

"Not bad." He smiled and pulled out a chair for Miss Sparrow. "Let's eat together."

Hearing this, Miss Sparrow burst into laughter.

Guillen didn't mince words.

The sandwich actually tasted pretty good.

It's not very delicious, but it's above average. It can be seen that Miss Sparrow is very attentive to this.

Although she is a rich lady, she is well-dressed and well-fed, and has people to serve her, but such a simple breakfast does not necessarily require high cooking skills.

Those girls in soap operas from previous lives who couldn't cook a normal breakfast were all lies. According to the plot, the male protagonist usually endures the unpleasant taste, swallows it by force, and praises the girl's cooking skills, and then the relationship between the two warms up.

"Really?" Miss Sparrow sat down, picked up the other half of the sandwich and took a bite, then her eyes flashed. "Yeah, it's delicious!"

Gillan smiled and tried the food on other plates.

The results are not bad either.

Especially the cup of sticky bark milk tea, the taste is very close to the one in the Swan Cafe.

The two of them ate breakfast and chatted for a while, and their moods improved.

At this time, Jilan suddenly spoke:

"Miss Sparrow, actually...Mr. Stork, Mr. Oystercatcher and Miss Seagull, the three of them are not dead."

"?!"

Miss Sparrow had a sausage in her hand, raised her head, and looked at him blankly.

Gillan took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

He controlled himself and fell asleep sitting up.

A long while.

He woke up again, opened his eyes, turned his head and looked behind him, and Mr. Stork and three other people suddenly appeared behind the chair.

Gillan turned back and looked at Miss Sparrow with a smile.

As if expecting the look of surprise on her face.

However, Miss Sparrow just looked at him quietly, biting her lip, her expression gradually becoming sad and worried.

After a while, she seemed to have gathered up the courage, and then she spoke cautiously:

"Mr. Snow Owl...you are sick."