The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

I ran to the exit and looked, the heavy door was closed, and the control system next to it seemed to be out of power and couldn't be opened.

The door to the main control room couldn't get in.

I dragged the dead guy to the crematorium, cleaned the room, and ate in the empty cafeteria.

It's so quiet...

The overhead light seemed to be still on, and after fumbling for a long time, I finally turned on the TV, but there was only the sizzle of a black and white screen. I ate on the compressed biscuits that I had rummaged out of the cupboard, aimlessly thinking about what to do next.

The ship of Rhode Island is actually quite large, and it would have taken a whole day to find one by one with the strength of an ordinary person like me, and there was no one in the room so far, and the things in the room remained as they were in memory, and it was as if they had suddenly evaporated.

Walking lightly, like stepping on cotton, seems to be much easier than normal.

I probably realized that I was trapped in an inexplicable dream.

When I was in the kitchen, I was bored, I picked up a kitchen knife and cut my hand, my muscles were torn, and blood flowed from the wound, but it didn't hurt at all, as if the hand in front of me was not my own.

Halfway through it, I was bored by the sight in front of me, and I decided to go back to sleep.

I had bandages on my hands, and I lay on the bed with

plenty of food on the island, enough food for a ship's men to work for half a year

, in other words, I could stay here until I died, read books every day, play shooting games at the shooting range, and fiddle with the little toys left behind by Coole... The days can just go by like this.

For some reason, it was only then that I suddenly wanted to open the curtains and see that the vast desert scene had been transformed into a dark mass with nothing, and the windows were so locked that I couldn't open them.

The surroundings were absolutely silent, surprisingly the air circulation system was still running, and the electricity seemed to be fine.

What kind of ghost rough stone technique is this... It's always a land of talent, although it's been the norm for me to be attacked.

In reality, I'm probably still lying in the room, and if Amiya can't wake up, I'm going to be flustered, and I can vaguely feel my body seem to be moving, and the whole room is wobbly - I don't know how long it's been...

Let's go to bed first...

Wake up, continue to eat in the cafeteria, and come back to sleep after eating.

Go to the shooting range to play shooting games, the feel of the real gun is really heavy, the recoil is also quite large, occasionally want to learn to turn the pistol in the game, but forget to close the insurance, almost go off and blow your head, the trajectory of the shooting is very offset, and the real shooting is inevitably too difficult...

Occasionally I would run to Amiya's room, this child always stuck to me all day long, and sometimes she would sleep with her as a self-heating pillow at night, and every time she woke up, she always complained that I slept too hard, and I couldn't wake up, and asked her what she was doing with me in the middle of the night, and she just blushed and didn't speak.

The small beige pillow in the room still has her scent left, it is a reassuring body fragrance, it is more like lavender... I lost count of how many times I've been here, savoring her lingering scent in bed, expecting to see the familiar.

There are some underwear stuffed in the drawers of the wardrobe, all of which are quite ordinary styles, and I bought a lot of black silk, and I can feel that the texture is quite high-end when I touch it, but I can't pry open a drawer with a knife that says top secret, so I have to give up.

I don't know how many days have passed

, the wooden pillars are carved with orthography, and every day I will carve one, and the unchanging scenery outside the window blurs the concept of time, and I seem to be accustomed to this silent atmosphere, but I am still overwhelmed by the silence.

I gradually became too lazy to move, I didn't think about tea, I didn't want to eat...

When I woke up one day, I found that my body couldn't move, and my muscles couldn't support my body even if I was desperately tightening.

Although it was nonsense, I forgot to eat until I couldn't get out of bed for

a few days, I was confused, I had trouble breathing, and my organs were failing little by little.

After watching myself shrink step by step, I starved to death.

When I opened my eyes, a cold touch came from behind me, and I was wearing a hospital gown, with pale hands and feet, lying on the iron plate of the crematorium.

The operator next to him silently wept and choked up on the instrument data.

"There's no pain at this temperature, it's just a matter of moments... Doctor, farewell—"

I sat up abruptly

, "I want to get the skin to be crunched, thank you." "I lay on the console, my eyeballs protruding from the intraocular pressure caused by oversleep, my pale cheeks lost their color, and slimy black blood flowed down my orifices.

The operator didn't scream, and fainted on the spot.

A few days later, we caught the warlock who had mixed in with the confusing information.

Psychic control magic is quite amazing, in fact, it only took a few days, not only did it disillusion my perception of time, but it also had a way to make me look like I was hanging when I was being controlled.

Someone who can bewitch an island... Where did this fierce general come from...

The girls cried around me when they saw me, and Amiya cried and left there to kill me, and later I learned that she was the first to find me, and when I saw that I had sent rings that were broken, black rays were shooting like machine guns, and my room was almost full of holes, and the strength in my body was almost out of control. After I faked my death, there were all kinds of civil strife on the island, Platinum yelled that he wanted to run away, W ran to confirm my death repeatedly, moved on my corpse, and then inexplicably stirred up trouble, and some people who originally pinned on me also submitted various opinion letters, and the decline in the relationship of trust made the various cooperation originally reached by me collapse, and the whole island looked like it was about to be divided.

Kelsey's expression was complicated, and his expression was more relieved than happy, and he couldn't tell what she was thinking.