The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 285 Game Start

John shrugged. Obviously, he didn't know, but he seemed to have an innate intuition for everyone's thoughts. This intuition has nothing to do with amnesia or not. For a person who has lost his memory, if you ask him how much one plus one equals, he will still be able to answer fluently.

So without further ado, as John turned over the cards, this round of the game was over.

Contrary to expectations, the winners of this round are Jill and John.They each got a chip.

And the score also came"

Jill: 9 pieces.

William: 5 pieces.

Cisse: 2 pieces.

John: 4 pieces.

After the round, Cisse, who had the most chips, only had two chips left.

"Damn it." He patted his head regretfully, because he just realized that if he hadn't been so eager to break the agreement last round, William would have to take out three at once, and he wouldn't fall into the trap. The final fate!

But finding these now is of no avail.

So let's not gossip, the rules are very clear, and the person who gets the chip can also get a memory, so, with the invasion of a burst of pain.

John snorted and hugged his head involuntarily.

In my memory, it is the street scene that swept backwards at high speed, the traffic whizzed past my ears, and the staggered wind slapped John's face.

Pain, regret, self-blame, and despair.

John didn't know what happened, but at this moment in his memory, his heart was on the verge of collapse, and now he just wanted to die!Go kill yourself!

So, he slammed on the accelerator and slammed into the concrete guardrail on the side of the road!
There was a loud bang, and then the sky spun.
"What? I committed suicide?" John thought painfully.

However, the flashing of his memories didn't end yet. Soon, he regained consciousness in his memory, and a smell of blood rushed into his nostrils. Severe pain followed.

John's world was turned upside down, he was clamped to the wreckage of the car, and a steel pipe was inserted through his abdomen.

In the confusion of thoughts, John struggled almost subconsciously. He climbed out of the car body regardless of the pain, and then, with his bloody arms, forcibly pulled the steel pipe in his abdomen outward.

The steel pipe had already been twisted due to the impact, and the sharp corners were twisted together with his flesh and intestines. A light touch would cause fatal pain.But John didn't care about that at all.

It is difficult for people who have never died to experience the feeling of hovering on the death line, but at this moment, John can clearly feel that he finds that he no longer wants to die.

In other words, he wanted to do something before he died.

So, John pulled the steel pipe desperately, feeling his body being cut and shredded, but this pain seemed to remind him that you are not dead yet, you are still alive.

Finally, this memory was over, and John also slowly straightened up.

"What do you remember?" Sissy asked.

"Yes, in my memory I was very desperate, so I drove the car onto the highway, I wanted to commit suicide" John breathed out with some difficulty: "But, I didn't die"

"Not dead?" Cisse repeated, nonsense, of course he wasn't dead, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting in front of him.

"Yes, I didn't die, I survived the car accident" John explained, "As for the rest, I haven't remembered yet."

Cisse nodded, then turned to Jill who was beside him.Since she also got the bargaining chip this time, Jill was actually looking back at the memory when John retrieved it just now.

"Okay, so, what did you remember this time?"

Jill is still clutching her head, probably because this is the second time she has regained her memory, so she doesn't look very painful.

"I feel like I'm in a hospital. My baby is about to give birth. I'm walking while leaning on the wall. In front of me is a heavy door." She murmured, but suddenly, Jill seemed to think of something terrible. His body trembled a bit: "A person rushed over, he was very flustered. I could see his figure through the glass of the door, he ran towards me, and then! Pushed the door open."

Jill clasped her head tightly with her hands: "Oh, my God, that door hit my stomach. Woohoo, I'm bleeding, don't, don't, my child!"

Jill's eyes were closed, and she seemed to be completely immersed in her own memories, and from her tone, it seemed that her child had a miscarriage because of the impact in the memories.

Suddenly, Jill opened her eyes abruptly, and in those eyes, apart from the tears she just cried, there was also an extremely obvious anger.

"Bastard!!" she growled.

Then, her hands frantically scratched forward. If she hadn't been fixed on the chair, she would have almost rushed across the table to bite something.

Well, although it is a bit inexplicable, everyone has already discovered that the target she wants to tear up is Sissy.

Cisse looked at Jill who suddenly yelled at him, a little at a loss: "What...what's going on?" He asked.

"What's going on? Damn, you! You're a murderer!" Jill was still yelling, "You're the one who ran towards me, you broke the door! You killed my child!"

Jill yelled!However, she couldn't stand up at all, and could only wave her arms helplessly. No one could understand how painful it would be for a woman who had lost her child to relive this memory again. In short, Jill seemed to use In a few seconds, I roared out all the strength in my body. In the end, I could only hang my hands weakly and cry bitterly!

At this moment, the rest of the people didn't know what to say. They looked at Sissy who was astonished, and Jill who was immersed in the pain of losing her son again.

The surroundings fell into a strange silence, only the faint crying sound, which sounded a little creepy.

Finally, the bartender broke the silence, and he walked up to John: "Sir, is there anything I can do for you?" He was the same as before, as if every time someone won, he would come to ask.

John shook his head: "I don't need to, but I think you should ask the lady, she seems to be the one who needs help."

The bartender nodded and came to Jill's side with a smile.

"Ma'am, is there anything I can do for you?" He asked in exactly the same tone.

Jill looked up sadly and looked at the bartender: "Hehe——help? What can you help me? My children are gone. If you want to help me, then kill that bastard!"

She roared angrily, the hysteria of a grieving mother.

However... the bartender smiled and nodded.

"As you.wish."

(End of this chapter)