Strange World: This Doctor Is Scary

Sir Egwene nodded, then slowly sat on a chair not far away, and said with a smile:

"That's good, but you didn't come here to tell me the good news, did you? Tell me, is there anything you want to ask? I know you have a lot of questions in your mind right now."

Seeing that Sir Aiwen got straight to the point, Lynn no longer said those useless polite words, and went straight to the point, saying:

"Yes, I do have a lot of questions. Senior Bai Ye has already told me about it when I was unconscious, but I still want to come over and ask you for advice. I want to know..."

Lynn's expression gradually became complicated, and she looked at Ser Egwene opposite.

"What am I."

After these words were finished, the room fell into a brief silence.

He originally had a lot of questions, but when it came to his mouth, they only condensed into these four words.

Ser Egwene paused, and slowly took off his glasses, the gentle expression still on his face, obviously he knew that Lynn would definitely come to ask him this question.

He looked into Lynn's serious eyes, smiled slightly, and said:

"You are Lynn, a night doctor in our Night City, and also the hope of the mistress and us, whether we can leave this world."

That's not the answer Lynn wanted.

But his gaze was as friendly as a spring breeze, as if he didn't answer, but he seemed to have given the answer he wanted.

The meaning of this sentence is also very simple.

Whoever you are, to us, you are that teenager named Lynn, a member of the night doctor, the hope that the matriarch and the source of many tortured people hold dear.

Lynn thought about it, and finally took a deep breath, and said:

"thanks."

Sir Egwene looked at him, closed his eyes slowly, and said: "You do have some mysteries, even the one that I can't see through most in this dark world I have ever seen, but this is not As for you, you have your own personality and cognition, it is only possible for you to appear..."

"It just fits a certain trajectory and... destiny."

Lynn's expression was serious, and she said with shame:

"Sir, what about Riddler and Buxing? Can you convert it into words I can understand?"

Sir Egwene was taken aback, but couldn't help laughing, then shook her head and said with a smile on her face:

"Okay, then let me make an intuitive analogy. Of course, these are all my unilateral guesses. I don't know if it is true or not."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers lightly.

And at that moment, the scene around them immediately began to change like a distorted kaleidoscope.

When Lynn opened his eyes again, he found that he had appeared beside a pond full of singing birds and flowers. The sky was blue and the air was fresh. It was as if he had come to the upper world.

"This is..." Lynn looked around hesitantly.

Sir Egwene sat on the edge of the chair with a smile, and did not answer him, but turned to look at the pond that was as quiet as stagnant water.

"See that pond?"

Lynn glanced at him hesitantly, and then his eyes fell on the pond. He slowly drove the wheelchair to move there, and bent down to look at the pond.

The pond is so clear that it can even clearly reflect his appearance.

Quiet and peaceful.

But for some reason, Lynn felt vaguely ominous and weird.

Because that pond is really too quiet, quiet like a pool of stagnant water.

And the more he looked at himself reflected in the pond, the more weird he felt. He squinted his eyes and tried hard to find the source of that weirdness, which forced him to stand up hard and gaze deeper into the pond.

And that is in the next moment.

His pupils shrank sharply.

He also finally understood the source of the unknown and weirdness.

Bones!

At the bottom of the pond, he saw countless pale skeletons bundled together, and those skeletons with hollow bones seemed to be staring at him, making him feel waves of pain all over his body. chills.

"Lynn."

Ser Egwene's slow voice came from his ear, and he pulled his gaze away instantly.

And when he turned his head to look, Ser Egwene had appeared by his side at some point, with a vague expression on his face.

"What do you think of this pond?"

Lynn narrowed her eyes and said, "It's too quiet, it's turned into a pool of stagnant water."

Sir Ivey stood with his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "Yes, it is too quiet, and if it is quiet for too long, it will breed highly poisonous, causing the creatures inside to die in pieces, and make those living creatures feel painful. cannot."

"Then how do you think we can save this stagnant water?"

Lynn glanced at him, thought for a moment, and then said seriously: "Let it flow, make it alive."

And it was at the moment when he finished speaking.

In the stagnant pond, there was a slight ripple suddenly. Under Lynn's surprised gaze, a rotten fish jumped out of the pond, splashed a little bit of spray, and finally plunged back again. in the pond.

And with the leap of the first fish.

Under Lynn's gaze, more and more fish jumped out of the water, struggling to jump higher.

One after another, jumping and jumping, but failing again and again.

Their final outcome is without exception. No matter how high they jump, they will eventually fall into the water again.

Lynn stared blankly at that scene, and for a moment didn't know why, but felt a little tragic.

Ser Egwene looked up and said:

"Did you see it up there?"

Lynn raised his head and looked in that direction. On the high cliff, he seemed to vaguely see the traces washed by the waterfall, and the mottled years left on the cliff.

"Is that a waterfall?" Lynn asked looking at him.

Sir Aiwen raised her head and said: "Yes, this pond was not like this before, because every once in a while, that waterfall would fall into this pond with majestic water, reinjecting vitality and vitality into this place. "

"Although the impact of the waterfall will kill many big fish in the pond and make them hate it, but for most fish, the waterfall not only brings them vitality, but also brings them more happiness. space and opportunity."

Lynn listened solemnly, always feeling that Sir Egwene was trying to imply something to him.

"It has always been like this in the past, and it goes round and round, and the fish in the pond don't have much memory, because their life span is very short, so short that they may not even be able to see the fall of the waterfall once in their lifetime, so Many fish are also forgotten."