The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 611 Epilogue
【Dear old Joey】

[I can probably guess what you are doing now]

[Generally, it’s feeding pigs, or thinking about new types of feed. After all, we’ve known each other for so long, and you’ve been doing these things all the time. 】

【It should be good over there in heaven. Those who should be damned are dead, and those who deserve to be alive are also dead.】

[In short, there is a brand new space, you just need to wait until the surviving lives sprout again, and then you can, well, you won’t reshape that world, you can’t do that kind of thing at all , you will only feed the pigs. 】

[That's not bad, because then you can live with those people, and your craft can make you the most popular person in the whole village]

【Then, live a simple and happy life】

[Based on this, you should be the best person ever, so good that I doubt whether I need to write this letter to you]

[Anyway, your pig brain will not know the meaning of this letter, let alone who I am. 】

【So finally. I wish you and Pego all the best】

【———— Sincerely, Ziliang】

In the quiet office, Ziliang put down the pen in his hand. He looked at the unjust handwriting on the paper and didn't know what he was thinking. After a minute, he tore off the paper from the notebook and rubbed it. It became a ball and threw it into the corner.

Then, he restarted a piece of paper
【Dear Professor Moriarty, Hello】

【About our last game of chess】

He was writing, but after a few words, his hand was hanging above the page, and his eyes stayed on the almost blank writing
He couldn't write any more.

He didn't know how many letters of this kind he had already written, and he wanted to say goodbye to everyone, although these people probably didn't know who [Ziliang] was for a long time.

Suddenly, he felt a strong emptiness.But in the next second, he told himself that such an ending is the best no matter who it is.

Those people have their own stories, and they have their own lives in their own worlds.

And [Ziliang] is just an annoying drop of ink inserted abruptly into the original canvas.

【Ziliang】Does not belong to any of them, he is just a passerby, and the best ending for a passerby is to be forgotten.

The pale white outside the window has not changed. In this empty space, there is no exchange of minute and second hands, and no alternation of the sun and the moon. It is difficult for ordinary people to know how long they have spent here.

But Ziliang knew.

It's been about a week.

since his last cigarette
He can clearly feel that 20 minutes after quitting smoking, the soaring blood pressure and heart rate will gradually calm down.

Because the body no longer ingests the nicotine in cigarettes, that thing no longer makes your heart beat faster.

2 hours after quitting smoking
Ziliang felt irritated and listless on time. He started yawning non-stop, and the dopamine secreted by his brain had dropped steadily, so he felt bad spirits.

Then the eighth hour, the first day, the second.

The lung cilia began to repair and regenerate, and a lot of toxic substances were discharged from the mouth, so Ziliang coughed for a long time.

He didn't know why cigarettes were so powerful. Even his unreasonable regenerative ability couldn't stop the erosion of tobacco.

During those few days, his withdrawal syndrome was at its peak, feeling terrible, headaches, chest tightness, depression, wanting to smoke.

At that time, he could only keep reminiscing about the past, writing his miss for those bastards in a letter, and then crushing it and throwing it in the corner.

In the end, he finally survived the most difficult days.

This time, he should be able to quit smoking successfully.

However, successful or not, those people are not coming back.

The world is like this, playmates who get along day and night in childhood will eventually become strangers one day.

The comrades-in-arms who had been through the thorns and thorns could only look at each other with an awkward smile and miss each other when they met by chance many years later.

Those formulas that I thought I would remember for life in school can't even name them now.

The book that has been with me for so many days and nights will eventually turn to the last page.

Life is constantly moving forward, and every minute and every second left is a memory.

as for these memories
Ziliang looked at the empty corridor outside the door.

Once upon a time, he was tired of those guys who were doing things non-stop every day, and he used to ponder every day whether to drive those people away.

And now, his wish has come true.

The long-lost silence is back.

Ziliang was silent and didn't know what he was thinking.

The corner of the mouth was bitter.

I really want to have a cigarette.
sudden!
"Hey, aren't you thinking about smoking again?"

A voice came over suddenly.

Ziliang was taken aback, and he yelled at Chen Xiao at the door angrily, "Why are you always lying on the wall and staring at me?!"

Immediately afterwards——

"He has no other choice, Selina said, let him keep an eye on you, or he will clean up with you." Ice Bear's huge body passed by the door of the office, and said this by the way.

"Cut..." Ziliang pursed his lips and spat in displeasure.

"Don't put that woman on me, I'm a full version now, don't think I'm afraid of her!!"

"Oh~ oh~ you are really good, we all know it." Chen Xiao responded with a perfunctory face: "Speaking of which time will your poor hospital arrive, we have been flying for a long time."

Ziliang still hummed, and then took out the compass.

"Already almost there, and." He said, suddenly, the whole room shook, accompanied by the roar outside the window: "Two seconds. One second."

After speaking, the vibration stopped.

"Here we are, let's go out." Ziliang said, and walked out of his office.

In the corridor, the craftsman leaned against the wall, and seemed to be ready for a long time.

Just like that, several people filed to the front gate of the hospital.

Ziliang pushed the door with both hands, and pushed it open like a wind.

The door opens———

And outside the door is not a street, but a bar.

Yes, that's the bar!
From the angle of everyone walking over, one could just see the squinting bartender wearing neat overalls, slowly wiping the wine glasses.

"Hey, you guys are much slower than expected." The bartender said with a smile to everyone.

"I dealt with some things on the way." Ziliang walked quickly to the bar: "One cup."

He was just about to order something to drink.

But suddenly, he was stunned, because he saw that there was already a person sitting in front of the stage.
"Who is this?" Ziliang hesitated for a moment and asked.

"Oh, a new member of the bar." The bar put down the glass in his hand: "The story about him is quite long. If you have time, I can tell you about it."

(End of this chapter)