I Create Weirdness in Parallel Worlds

His mother didn't say anything, but said hoarsely: "It's enough for me to wait until you come back, but you should go and see her."

Maybe the mood of waiting is similar, the suffering of waiting is similar, and the pain of waiting is similar.

After Macron came back, his mother didn't say a few words to him, so he left the house in a hurry and walked alone on the path at night.

Macron is walking like a walking corpse. When he was a surgeon in the past, he himself had a healthy body, a bright future, and a right person to accompany him for a lifetime.

But I didn't expect the devastation brought by time to be so terrifying, which made Macron feel more terrible than any supernatural event.

In the same village, Macron thought that time had not passed too long, but when he returned to reality again, his father had already died early due to the double blow of body and spirit, and his former girlfriend had already died. Suffering from cancer, will die soon.

But even so, she was still waiting for herself, remembering what her mother said to him just now, girls would come over from time to time, but suddenly they hadn't come over in the past year, mother thought it was girls who came over.

Unexpectedly, it was a terminally ill girl who didn't want to involve the elders who were also waiting, and didn't want to share the despair of waiting with anyone, so she stayed away silently.

'So, she still has you in her heart. '

Remembering what his mother said just now, Macron continued to walk, no matter what, he had to make an apology for not saying goodbye over the years. He thought that girls were the ones with the most time, but he never thought of it.

This is not the time of despair, as long as Macron can find the girl and give her a ghost in his body, even the ghost that can completely erase AIDS will bring her hope of life.

Returning to the mountains and rivers, he will do it with hope, and he will make up for all the things and people he missed in the past.

The place where Macron used to work, the First Affiliated Hospital of Shanchuan University, is not too far from his home.

And here used to be the place where Macron worked. He never imagined that he wanted to be a veterinarian because of the noise of the ambulance at home, but he went around and became a doctor. Now, he is experiencing misfortune. After suffering and suffering, I came back here again.

Macron stood at the back door of the hospital. As long as he wanted to, the chains could not stop him at all, but he still stood there.

Probably seeing the place that made him want to escape again, he felt timid in his heart. When he realized his own thoughts, Macron couldn't help but smile. It didn't have any other special meaning, but he was just laughing at himself. .

He slapped himself hard twice, and stood in front of the back door of the familiar hospital. A few years would not change anything, as long as he could take the first step.

A sudden gust of wind blew, and the luxuriant leaves above his head were blown. Among the fallen leaves, a new and bright paper with a familiar aroma fell into Macron's hands.

It was so unbelievable, as if an invisible hand gave Macron this piece of paper, and the familiar scent made him miss it even more.

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I'm dying.

Maybe you will be very confused when you read this letter, because I am also, this is a "farewell letter to this world that only people before dying can have the opportunity to write", because you are a very powerful doctor Well, I never believed in these things before, but I didn't expect that I would get this opportunity now, so I might also be a person who is about to die.

Chapter 214 Chapter 190

It's amazing, I obviously want to live, but I have to die, and when I am about to die, in the process of writing the letter, my body's strength gradually recovers, and when I think about what to say, it seems that I don't even have time All become slow.

Maybe this is an opportunity God gave me, maybe this letter can really be sent out, the process of writing the letter is really I have been thinking, if this letter can be sent to the person who misses me, does it mean that you must return Alive somewhere in this world?

If you are still alive, don't continue to worry about the past, there is hope in life, continue to live seriously and hard, like you used to be.

And remember to talk to your aunt, she has been waiting for you, I don’t seem to have anything to say, the more I think about the past, the more uncomfortable I am, and I don’t want you to get my farewell book, Paper is crumpled.

But I thought a lot and wrote a lot. What would happen if you died before me?

Is there a world after death in this world, will there be reincarnation in the myth, and how will the farewell book be delivered to you?

I think about me a lot, and I have nothing to think about now. When I am about to die, when I recall the past, when you whose memory has disappeared, I also think of my parents. They are the people who watched me grow up. They are also My most important person.

So there are some things I don’t want to tell them. After learning that I was terminally ill, my parents have been working hard to help me, saying that they would go bankrupt and cure me, but I know this is impossible. The moment I got sick, my life was like a fallen leaf that fell off the branches and fell on the ground, quietly waiting to rot.

The more the treatment lasted for a year, the more painful I was, but I couldn't tell them about it, and I didn't want them to be sad for me anymore, and the person who wrote the farewell letter would die painlessly.

It wasn't until I thought about it for a long time that I suddenly realized that maybe what I said before was just nonsense, and it was just the depression in my heart before I died. I don't even know if you are still in this world, and why would I want to This farewell book will be sent to your hands.

I dare not tell my parents about the choice I made. The result of sending the farewell book is death, which is the death I long for. Giving you the farewell book is probably a selfishness that I cannot face.

I am really a selfish person. My parents have been trying their best to help me in order to prolong my life. I am depressed every day, but I am the first to give up. Every day, my body is in pain. Even breathing becomes a burden.

I gave up, but I still have hope. If you really see that you really return to the mountains and rivers, can you forgive me for leaving?Can you help me tell my parents that my death is a voluntary choice?

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The farewell book in the hand seems to have magical powers, not only will it fall into the hands of people spontaneously, but also people must watch it patiently.

But this is also the setting in the [Book of Farewell to the World]. It is a farewell to the world before death sent by life. What should I do if I meet people who usually don’t like to read books, or people who can’t read? Woolen cloth?

Everyone has a habit when writing, that is, silently recite everything they have written in their hearts, and the farewell book will completely convey the same mood to the other person's mind.

"Why?" Macron was very irritable. He heard his girlfriend's voice again, not only did not make him miss it, but endless coldness spread in his heart.

He was too familiar with these weird things, knowing that there is no world after death in this world, so he sent the farewell book to himself.

By the time Macron came to his senses, it took a lot of time to read the farewell book. He anxiously twisted the paper in his hand into a ball and threw it away.

He appeared in the hospital where he shouldn't have returned just to save her from despair, so how could he let her die.

The hesitation and retreat just now disappeared, and Macron pushed down the back of the hospital's blockade with one hand, and walked all the way to the ward.

A few years hadn't changed the layout of the hospital. He was still familiar with everything around him, and he quickly found the ward where his girlfriend was.

Pushing open the door, I felt the cold air, and the whole room was silent, not even the sound of human breathing.

Macron turned on the light and looked at the dying woman lying on the hospital bed. He hammered the wall heavily with his hands, but the dead could not wake up anyway.

The bare-headed girlfriend who had undergone chemotherapy did not make him feel strange. On the contrary, he looked at her bloodless lips and felt unspeakable pity in his heart.

"Why do you keep waiting for me?" Macron grabbed the other's cold hand, "Since you have been waiting for so long, why can't you wait for me any longer?"

At this moment, his mind is full of contradictory thoughts. He doesn't want the other party to wait for him, but he also hopes that the other party will wait for him.

The only thing that can comfort Macron now is that she died with a smile, completed her farewell to the world, remembered the most precious time in her life in the infinitely extended time, and understood why she was seeking die.

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In the cold ward, there was only one man who was sobbing silently. It seemed that when he saw the girl he was with when he was young, his heart returned to the youth he was in the past.

As time passed, Macron gradually sorted out his emotions.

Even death is not a big deal. Since supernatural beings can prevent terminal illnesses that are currently incurable for human beings, it will not be a problem to bring the dead back to life.

He put back his girlfriend's hand, covered her thin body with a thin white quilt, and said his last goodbye.

"Don't hide, I know you are outside." Macron said to the door.

"You're back..." A young nurse came out from behind the door.

"I saw you looking embarrassed again, but this should be the last time." Macron was not too restrained, too unfamiliar.

I have always remembered that this person was the one who dissuaded him when he was discouraged, even for herself, but the nurse in front of me is still the benefactor who kept Macron alive until now.

The nurse seemed very happy, "I came over carefully when I heard the voice, but I didn't expect you to be alive. How have you been doing these years? Have you taken your medicine on time?"

"You don't need to worry about my affairs, but you are still a nurse now?"

"Length of service is very important. We must continue to work, but it's good to see that you are fine." The nurse nodded.

Macron asked again: "I want to ask you something, why didn't her family accompany her?"

If her family was with her, would she not die? Macron thought so before, and now he meets an acquaintance, so he can just ask.

Faced with a question about what the patient's family is doing, the nurse knows what to say right away, "This patient has been with us for some time, and her family has treated her well, but I can see that She was not happy, but just yesterday, her body suddenly became much better and her complexion became rosy. She thought it was a miracle caused by the company of her relatives. She said she wanted to eat something, so she asked her family to go back and rest for a while It's late, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen, is it a flashback?"

"Just inform the family members that she chose to die by herself." Macron said, "I believe her family members will not embarrass you, and let her rest early."

After Macron wrapped the body of the dead woman in a white quilt and left, he would find a way to bring the dead back to life and rewrite all the unwilling things.

The nurse watched Macron leave in a daze. She was supposed to be on duty tonight, but she walked over unexpectedly, but Macron was still alive.

However, the patient had already died, and Macron took away the body of the other party. She was thinking whether to notify the family members now?Sure enough, we can only report to the hospital first......

The disappearance of the corpse was the biggest problem. While the nurse was still distressed by it, a pair of golden rings were shining brightly under the cold light on the only remaining sheet. Looking at the pattern, a man and a woman paired quit.

From the beginning, gold was chosen instead of other materials.

It turned out that before I knew it, these two people who used to love each other had already reached the point where they wanted to talk about marriage. Now that they have this pair of rings, everything will make sense.

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At night, under the moonlight, under the street lamps, the mountains and rivers are suddenly filled with illusory mist, which is very thin but real, like dust floating under the light.

On such a dry night, the dust was spreading, but it was swallowed by the white mist and fell heavily to the ground.

Macron is taking his lover away, and he is going to take her body to a place, a mountain of mountains, a special mountain.

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There is a purpose in people's walking, but if a person walks aimlessly on the street without knowing where his purpose is, he is probably lost.

If there are people wandering around for no reason in the deserted streets at night, it is probably the wandering people with rich nightlife in the middle of the night.

A drunk man was walking around in a daze. He was already drunk and didn't know where he should go or what he should do. He wanted to find a place to lie down, but found that the floor was bone-chillingly cold. He was stiff in the summer suit.

Lying down in a daze, he stood up again, and found a man covered in white walking slowly on the road.

Will the other party see my embarrassed appearance just now?Thinking this way, the drunk man quickly became angry and staggered to the front of the figure.

There was a collision between the two, "What are you, dare to block my way."

The drunk man stretched out his hand and wanted to grab this person's pure white collar, but he couldn't see it because his vision was blurred. The moment he touched it, particles like mist swayed from the other person's body, and he didn't notice that he was The figure caught was not walking, but floating.

It was picked up by the drunk as light as mist, and the clothes on his body were like spreading white sheets, and a face that was so pale to the point of no blood appeared in front of the drunk, which immediately made him sober for three minutes.

"It's really unlucky to see this kind of thing at night." The drunk man cursed with the remaining strength of his drink, and left quickly.

Seeing the other person's face for the first time, the drunk man only thought it was strange, but after thinking about it carefully, an inexplicable chill came to his heart.

The face that was so white and bloodless just now seems to have been seen a few years ago, isn't it a missing person named Macron?

Even now, the drunk still remembers that there was a crazy woman who had been posting leaflets on the street. It might have been useful in the past, but in this era, if a person can't even find the police, isn't it the same as disappearing?

Recalling the slightest details of the past, the drunk became more and more frightened as he thought about it, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, recalling that when he mentioned the other party just now, he didn't feel any weight at all......

He looked back nervously, an arm with a three-finger-wide machete was shining coldly under the moonlight.

Blood splashed on the greenery of the street immediately, the drunk man screamed, wailed in pain, and begged for mercy, but the white figure persisted, he floated and moved lightly, but every attack he made was enough Divide gold and break jade.

The thigh was cut, the arm was cut off, and a little bit of hope was flowing out of his body. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for a person, and it would also be the first night of Shanchuan's revolution.

If one person dies in the world, there will also be people dying one after another in this world. This is not a mistake, and it is also dangerous. It is just the result of the combination of the age of human beings and the number of human beings.

While some people died naturally, others died accidentally.

In a trance, the drunk man felt that the time around him was getting slower and slower. He watched the machete in the other party's hand not fall for a long time. He thought he was saved, but he thought it was just a drunken hallucination.