The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 279 Bar
(Sorry, I have to edit the new plot for a while, and the release is a bit late. Also, it's the middle of the month, where are your tickets!)

Suddenly, John coughed a few times.

He took out what looked like a nebuliser commonly used by asthmatics from his pocket, and sprayed it into his mouth.

Due to his body, the jigsaw cannot exist outside the coffin of eternal life for a long time. Fortunately, whether it is Shirley, Quinn, or even Hannibal in the hospital, they can temporarily suppress the collapse of his body. Bad medicine, so, with the help of this spray, the jigsaw can barely move outside for a while.

After a while, he looked at the clock on the wall of the bar, and the time had pointed to 45:[-].

He stood up and slowly walked out the door of the bar.

The bar happened to be right on Chelsea Avenue and not far from the bus station, which is why Jigsaw came here to escape the rain.

Soon, John came to the bus stop, and the rain curtain above blocked the rain around him. He looked at his watch, and the time was about to reach 6 o'clock, which was less than 1 minute away.However, the entire street is sparsely populated, and the line of sight follows the straight road without a single car.
"Is it late?" John said, looking down at the rainwater spreading to his feet.

But as soon as his thoughts came to this point, a bus slowly stopped in front of him.

John was slightly taken aback. He raised his head and saw that the bus was painted gray and black, not much in color with the invitation card in his hand, and the words [Dream] were marked on it in white font.

Well, it seems that this bus came to pick me up as said in the invitation, but just now the whole street was surrounded by no one, where did this bus come from?
He was puzzled, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. Maybe it was because the rain was too heavy just now, so he couldn't see clearly.

With that in mind, he boarded the bus
There is nothing special about the interior of the bus, except that the color of the seats is still gray and black, and there is no one other than the driver and himself, it is no different from the usual bus.

So, he walked back for a while, and then sat down.

A sudden weightlessness.

John felt a little dizzy. He opened his eyes slowly, and was shocked to find that what he saw in front of him was the lights of a huge city under the night. These lights were all like fireflies, curled up under his feet. At the same time, he is constantly moving away from himself.
"I'm flying?" was John's first momentary thought.

Immediately afterwards, he realized that he was not flying, but was standing on an elevator. Right in front of him was a piece of translucent glass, allowing the scenery outside the window to come into view, and he was rising rapidly with the elevator. .

"Where is this? Why am I here?" This was his second thought.

Immediately, he turned his head and saw a tightly closed elevator door behind him. Next to the door, there was a row of floor buttons. In fact, it was a row, which was somewhat inaccurate, because there was only one button on the entire button board. There's a wine glass drawn on that button.

"What is this?" John looked at the weirdly designed button and said to himself.

And it was only then that John finally realized a problem that was more serious than all the above questions.

"Who am I?"

Well, he was John, but there was no other information in the man's mind other than the simple name.It wasn't until he saw the wrinkles on his hands and touched his face that he finally remembered that he seemed to be an old man over fifty years old.

With a "ding", the sound of the elevator changed John's thoughts back.

The elevator door in front of him slowly opened, and immediately, a bar appeared in front of John.

Confused, John stepped out of the elevator.

This is a retro-decorated bar. There are no men and women twisting their waists and hips crazily on the dance floor, and there are no glamorously dressed women laughing and joking among the men. In fact, there are almost no people here, only gentle Music echoed between the deserted walls.

Directly in front of the elevator door is a bar counter with some chairs in front of it. Behind the bar counter is a wine rack with colorful wine bottles that John can't name.

In front of the bar, sat a man wearing a worn-out long military overcoat. Although he was not very burly and not too tall, judging from the extremely short hair, he was undoubtedly a man.

And behind the bar, stood a man wearing a bartender shirt. He looked very ordinary, or rather, a little too ordinary. John couldn't tell his age from that ordinary face, although his hair was It is black, but as long as it is dyed white, the other party will change from a young man in his 20s to an old man about the same age as John. At this moment, he is wiping a wine glass with a handkerchief.

And these two people, plus myself, are all the people in this bar.

John was puzzled, walked to the bar, and walked down by a strange coincidence.

"What do you want to drink?" the bartender asked, his eyes narrowed together with a smile, forming a gap with a curvature, and the pupils could not be seen clearly.

John didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "Where is this?"

"Hehe, I guess, your next question must be 'Who am I?'" the bartender said with a smile.

John felt that this atmosphere was weird, but his mood didn't fluctuate much, as if he had no fear of this weird anger.

"Yeah, who am I?" He asked following the bartender's words.

"A good question, but there will be a few guests coming in a while, so I hope you can wait for a while, and when you are all here, I will answer them one by one for you, which will save you a lot of time .” The bartender still kept his smiling face and explained to John: “So, what do you want to drink?” He asked again.

John hesitated for a moment. He turned his head and looked at the short-haired young man beside him. He noticed that this man's right hand was always wearing a black glove, and the strong smell of wine wafted from the wine glass he was holding. As he could imagine, It was definitely a glass of extremely spicy spirits, but the young man drank it as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't feel anything strange. At the same time, he didn't look at himself, as if he didn't care about him at all.

"A cup of hot milk." John finally said what he wanted to drink.

The bartender froze for a moment, as if he had thought of something very interesting.

"Need more sugar?" he asked.

(End of this chapter)