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"This is the last attempt..."

Lance sat on Cyril's bedside, watching him quietly.

Countless hopes were shattered, and the pain of all failures, even though he never showed it on his face, it was inevitably burned into his soul, and then soaked out of the corners of his eyes and brows, casting a heavy shadow between his gestures .Sometimes when he suddenly sees a face in the mirror, even he himself will be surprised. The long-term despair has dyed his hair to a gray color, his unshaven chin is full of vicissitudes of life, and the bottomless pupils There is only endless mourning.

No one knew better than him that he was on the verge of collapse, and that Cyril's life was hanging by a thread was also tormenting him, but the only belief that hadn't changed was still telling him to continue living.Even knowing that he is in so much pain, even knowing that his world is already a hell, he still wants this person named Cyril to continue to exist in this world.

The thing taken out of Ulysses' body became the only bargaining chip in this attempt. Although it took too long and the virus changed in the airtight coffin, it was a breakthrough after all. Thousands of in vivo experiments were carried out. The success rate is still not high, but at such a juncture, in such a harsh situation, probably can only pray for a miracle.

Sometimes Lance even thinks, if you love him—if you still love the person who told you to die willingly, please put your hope and soul in his hands—since fate has made you the last Turning the opportunity, please ask your undead to continue to bless him.

"I can't look forward to a world without you." Lance said softly, his eyebrows softened, and he couldn't help but smile slightly when he remembered those old stories, "My god, my devil, My only truth - you never know what you mean to me..."

There was no water in his dry eyes, but every expression on his face was so sad and moving.

"You don't know how much I looked forward to your birth... It's like I watched you for a long time afterwards, and I wanted to get close to you but had to stay away. How much I loved and hated you." He is The only living thing in his life - as long as anything becomes the only thing, it will be extremely important. He has planted so many black roses, but the only one that blooms outside his life is what he really desires.

It was an unimaginably humble and pitiful tone, and every word uttered was weak.

"Please have mercy... I can't lose you," Lance clasped his fingers together in a praying gesture, "Cyril, I can't lose you."

After treatment began, Lance was not in the same room as Cyril for a long time.

He looked at the ward through the thick glass every day, and the whole world was pale. The pain of being cut off from his vital parts made him emaciated and almost lost his shape in a very short time.

Aurora would sometimes sit for hours on a chair outside the ward.Kroen was lying next to her and never walked away from the door. Naiden would bring food every day. The beast that once made her unable to bear the fear was like an ordinary cat that only read the Lord, Zhanlan There was a sad and fragile light in the pupils of his eyes, and no one could help but feel pity when he saw it.And many times she would see that man - she still didn't know exactly who he was - and the only thing she could see was how much Cyril meant to him.

Aurora has participated in many experiments with variants of the labyrinth virus.The virus did not affect her, but the frequent medical measures still caused her body to weaken inevitably, and she needed a long recovery period.She repented, she spent so much time in fear in Ronald's hands, and failed to dig out any valuable information from that lunatic, she was in pain, the role she could play was too small, and she watched her lord fall into the trap Dangerous situation, nothing can help except useless anxiety.

"He'll be fine..." Aurora murmured to Kroen.

The long-haired cat was paralyzed with its head resting on its paws.Aurora stretched out her hand and gently touched its back, not knowing if she was comforting it or giving herself the courage to pray for a miracle.

God, please wake up this nightmare—I am willing to submit to you, and I am willing to crawl under your feet, and I only ask you to give my favorite person healing and redemption...

Aurora tightly covered her eyes with her hands, curled up because of the great grief, and tears kept streaming down her fingers, like the despair of watching the last light step into a good night.

The world will not stop just because you lose someone, but losing some people will also take away everything from you.

It was as if after a long drift, and then finally landed.

The feeling of touching the land is like a crack in the edge of darkness, and some dim and faint light leaks in--the light is still far away, but he has already seen the fine dust floating in the nothingness, and felt the cocoon. The almost burning pain on the skin of the hatched inside the shell.So, can the dream finally wake up?

Restoring consciousness is a long and torturous process.

There are still large and broken color blocks in the field of vision, and all the sounds received by the ears are blurred and distorted, as if there is magnetized noise in the old-fashioned radio, and the dull sense of smell is probably blinded by the strong smell of disinfectant. Does not give out any smell.Intricate information criss-crossed in his brain, incomplete pictures and intermittent fragments, faint voices and complex movements, making it almost present a strange phenomenon that exploded and then stopped, unable to connect, just like being in a four-dimensional world. In the space, the only thing that is clear is his own heartbeat... He can hear his own heartbeat, from weak and weak to slowly steady, and endless courage emerges spontaneously.And it took a long time before Cyril realized that her own thinking still existed.

His mind was floating in that four-dimensional space, trying to piece together the remaining memories of the brain, stimulating the brain to exercise and work harder to improve himself.The spread of the virus has damaged many of his nerves, but when its activity fades away, those thoughts suppressed by the disease still really exist.

If she could still show her emotions, then Cyril would probably be unable to control her tears.It doesn’t matter if you can’t see, hear, smell, smell, or taste. As long as the mind is still there, as long as I’m still me, all the bad luck doesn’t matter.

Day by day, there are more and more things that can be analyzed in the head.

The sound of reciting the Bible and love poems, the picture of flowers and sunshine, the faint fragrance of rose blooming and decay, and even the strong and bitter taste on the tongue coating - all the information that has been stranded and backlogged is like a tide breaking through a dam To him, the consciousness has exceeded the load many times... Then the frequency of information updates is getting faster and faster, the feeling of tears falling on the cheeks and the back of the hands, the conditioned reflex of being called countless times, the pain and pleading emotions from others, It's like rewinding, the patchwork of memories flashes back to the beginning, and then jumps to the end like a page that has been turned.

He heard cheers and cries, and many people shouted in his ears, giving him instructions. There was a desire in his heart to respond, but his body was not controlled by consciousness, and he was still unable to move.

Constant surgery, constant waking, the body is constantly changing - he can even fully record the process of this change, every cell seems to be able to speak, probably an illusion, he always thinks that he can perceive any part of his body Movements during operation—until one day, the smell of disinfectant and medicine was unbearably strong for him, and the noisy sounds in his ears were so chaotic, the pent-up irritability in his heart almost burst out of the limit of his chest , probably raised his hand, and then clearly heard the sound of something smashing on the ground.

This crisp sound seemed to break something on him.

The next moment—the world suddenly changed.

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I'm going out, so I'm going to end the chapter directly~