"I don't believe what you're saying," Rosie clenched her hands, lowered her head in despair, her eyes under her forehead seemed to be hidden in dark shadows, "I said he wasn't dead, he was to confirm the doctor's condition, just went to East 5, why, why did you all tell me that he died..."

He muttered, his voice low and distorted.Suddenly he stood up abruptly, leaned on the table and approached Piper and Parisa, his clear eyes were full of eagerness and longing, "You, you all lied to me, right? You teamed up to lie to me, this isYou guys are colluding in this story, right? Tell me it’s all fake! Tell me it’s a dream and let me wake up, please?”

"Rosie, you're really crazy!" Piper stood up and met his gaze, "When did you become so cowardly? You know he won't come back, what's the point of running away? I don't knowI will cooperate with you in acting, I want to tell you clearly that he died, just three days ago, at six minutes to three in the afternoon, the nuclear explosion in the downtown area..."

Rosie's complexion instantly became extremely poor in her clear and powerful words, her gray pupils were expressionless, trembling under the pressure: "Stop it, Piper, I don't believe this is true..."

"Even if you don't believe me, you have to say it." Piper said firmly, "Your fabricated logic cannot be self-consistent, because you will never get around the most critical turning point in this war——Poseidon's cabinet, what is it?How did it explode?"

If the bloody reality is not presented to Rosie now, the self-deception of the other party will become more and more abundant, and it will be even more difficult to extract it in the future.Piper made up his mind, not intending to give Rosie the slightest chance to escape, and laid out the discussion rigorously:

"It's fine if you insist on forgetting his death, but the victory in this war was won by Deng Huailing's death. If you want to completely deceive yourself, you can't let the media report the truth of this incident, otherwise history willRemember Deng Huailing for you, no matter where you go, you will hear this unforgettable name."

"But if you stop the media from reporting, the people will never know that there was once a person who died in a nuclear explosion for the well-being of thousands of people who had nothing to do with him. If you forget his death, you will also erase it."The meaning of his sacrifice, Cesina's rebirth, is the new sprout after absorbing his blood!"

She took a deep breath and said loudly, "If even you don't remember this, who else will?!"

The frozen emotions in Rosie's eyes were suddenly shattered by her words, like a black cold lake being cut through the ice, those ice edges were broken into dots, shining light filled his eyes."Stop talking," he begged, "he must be alive, he's alive..."

His words paused, and a tear fell down abruptly.In the end, he couldn't even fool himself. He is the world's worst fraudster. On the stage, he worked hard to weave the cause and effect of the incident and exaggerate false emotions, but all the people sitting in the audience were just waiting for him to realize that he was hidingSadness, and then the curtain fell, the gold powder fell like snow dust, and his world collapsed.

He didn't know how to face the exposed real world. These days, he relied on fake lies to keep him from thinking about Deng Huailing's affectionate words when he said goodbye.Those sentences pierced his heart like sharp knives, he couldn't pull them out, and he wasn't willing to pull them out, he knew that Piper was right, he didn't have the courage to throw them all away, so he could only face them.

But... how can face it?Rosie thought bewilderedly, there is only one thing that can be sure, the world without Deng Huailing, even if it is real, is meaningless to him.While Piper wants him to accept reality, it also leads him into nothingness.

"Think about it carefully, give yourself a vacation, and leave the post-war appeasement work to the people below. In the past few months, you have been forcing yourself to keep spinning, and you have brought your talents to the extreme. It's time to rest.”

Looking at his bewildered look, Piper felt sympathetic, and wanted to say a few more words of relief, but a subordinate approached her and reminded her that the army had assembled, "It's time for me to leave for the main city, and I can't stay here anymore.Rosie, I have followed you all the way to this day, and witnessed you defeat countless bad lucks, this time is just another ups and downs...although it is a little deeper, but I believe you will get through it."

She gave a military salute and turned to leave the seat. Before leaving, she turned her face and exchanged a look with Parisa, signaling the latter to take care of Rosie's condition, and then turned off her holographic projection.Rosie stood there in confusion, he seemed to see Parisa raised his eyes and said something to him, and the words entered his mind but became fragmented syllables.

He just nodded mechanically, his sadness was like frosted glass, separating him from everything around him.Parisa quickly noticed that he wasn't listening, helplessness appeared in her green eyes, she also got up and said a few words to him, turned off the holographic projection and left the meeting.

Everyone is gone.Everyone thought he could survive this setback—they thought it was just a setback, that fate had played a trick on him, picking the flower of love at the time when it was in full bloom.But so what?As long as the branches and leaves are still there, there will be new flowers if you accumulate strength. Deng Huailing's death is certainly worth saddening, but there will be infinite flowers waiting for him in the future.

Only he knows that he has already started to rot from the root, Deng Huailing is not something that can be discarded, that person is the root system that constitutes him, and it is firmly inserted into the soil.Rosie stumbled out of the conference room, threw off the support of the logistics officer, climbed the steps with a dull expression, and walked upstairs to the suite.

He wanted to find a place where no one was there to cry, but when he reached the door of the apartment, he didn't dare to go in.Rosie's fingertips lightly touched the cold doorknob, trembling a little. He and Deng Huailing lived here for the past few months. The other party often stroked his hair to put him to sleep. In the bathroom, they kissed each other's heads.Scrubbing foam, military uniforms and trench coats hang alternately in the wardrobe.

Rosie pressed the doorknob and pushed the door open little by little.The space behind the door is dark and cold, full of uninhabited desolation, like another strange world, from which strange ghosts are born instead of carrying good memories.

This was not the room he remembered.Rosie slammed the door in shock and let go of her hand in shock.After a while, he tried to press the doorknob again, and slowly pushed in. He imagined that there would be a warm yellow light coming out from behind the door, and the young man who heard his footsteps came out to greet him, but darkness still overflowed from the crack of the door, sticky.Thick and heavy, the darkness between heaven and man forever.

Close the door again and push it open again.The deadbolt kept snapping on and off, and the sound of the door slamming against the door frame echoed in the hallway. Rosie frantically tried again and again, but no matter how many times he opened the door, it would never go back to a week ago, and there were still people living inside.When Deng Huailing.

The darkness that greeted him had turned dark at some point, and would always remain so.After countless repetitions, the door opened again in front of him. Rosie wept silently looking at the dark room. The glimmer of light from the door illuminated the tears rolling down his cheeks. He walked into the darkness as if he had lost his soul.in the door.

He turned on the light, and the warm yellow light came on. In the small room, the furniture and furnishings were still the same, and the bed also kept the same as it was before Deng Huailing left.There was a dim red mass beside the bed - Rosie didn't realize what it was for a moment, he blinked his blurry tears, and the dark red mass was focused in his field of vision, becoming a bunch of withered roses in a vase.

With a heartbeat, Rosie walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.The bouquet of roses has long since withered and wilted, and the curly petals are scattered on the bedside table, like sporadic blood.There is a white paper hidden among the petals. Rosie took out the paper from under the vase. On it was very familiar handwriting. Deng Huailing wrote softly, "Wait for me to come back."

wait me back.wait me back.Rosie stared blankly at the black and white paper, the black pen broke away from the paper, and overlapped and printed all over his retina, like a quenched brand, leaving a cold blue trace of flames on the burned place."Wait for me to come back", but he didn't come back.

The paper slammed and fell from his hands.He anxiously went to pick it up, but knelt on the floor, tears fell like rain, washing away the traces of the fire.Rosie grabbed the paper and pressed it to her heart, sobbing out of breath, trying to cry, tears streaming down her face.

He had never been in such a state of embarrassment in his life. It was only then that he truly accepted that Deng Huailing was really dead. The other party did not fulfill the promise on this piece of paper, nor did he replace the long-withered rose.The other party loves him so much, if there is no chance to do it again, how can he break his promise?

The timeline was cut in two, and he was brutally pushed into a future without Deng Huailing.But his roots, too, have been severed, and he cannot continue to grow and produce new flowers; he refuses to go into the future, as if time would not move forward if he stopped growing.

Rosie suddenly opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table and took out the pistol inside. Their bedroom was full of guns and ammunition, and these murderous weapons were easy to find.Obsessed, he pulled out the magazine, frantically replaced the pistol, and pulled the slide.

The bullet was loaded, and he raised the muzzle of the gun with trembling hands, aiming at his forehead.He hated being pointed at the head with a gun the most in his life, but in the end, he still had to end his life in this way.

In the private hospital wholly funded by the Hunter's Guild, the corridor on the ICU floor was empty and quiet, only two figures could be seen.Grace followed Rolla as they walked from intensive care unit to intensive care unit.

Their figures are reflected on the bright marble walls. The decoration of this hospital is extremely simple, but it reveals expensive details everywhere. The stones used to pave the walls and floors are cut and transported in one piece, and the white cloud patternsFlows on a light yellow base.

Famous and expensive orchids are placed on the corner of the table at the reception, and the resumes of the doctors are posted on the wall. Most of the names are frequent visitors of the top magazine.This hospital only accepts distinguished clients introduced by the guild, so there is no need to say much about the confidentiality, but the charges are also very astonishing.

The starting price of the intensive care unit did not include any medical expenses, and reached one million credits per person per day. Even so, there were still an endless stream of dignitaries living in this hospital before the war.However, after the war, the hospital no longer received the rich and powerful, and only provided treatment for the bounty hunters injured in the war, and the highest floor could only accommodate one person.

"For the first time, I feel that there are people who can't be cured in this top hospital in the city." Grace and Rolla stopped in front of the glass of an intensive care unit. The former put his hands on the glass and looked inside anxiouslyGo, "It's been three days, and his vital signs are still so precarious...An ordinary person would not be able to hold on long ago, and it's lucky that he can hold on for so long."

"He is not an ordinary person. The serious injuries he has suffered in the past ten years can't be matched by others even in a hundred lifetimes." Rolla habitually took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and put it back after remembering where it was, "......But this time, I can't confidently say that he will survive."

They looked at the intensive care room side by side, the figure surrounded by medical equipment and mechanical arms, Deng Huailing with various tubes inserted in his body, and wearing an oxygen mask.The holographic projector next to the hospital bed automatically turned on, and Grace and Rolla saw red straight lines extending from Deng Huailing's body, each of which pointed to potentially life-threatening factors.

There are a total of dozens of such thin threads, and the causes are marked on the ends, such as nerve damage, internal organ rupture, large-scale trauma... The dense red threads are shocking, like an infrared organ that will explode when touched, making people frightened.Grace stared silently for a while and dared not look any more, and turned to ask Rolla beside her:

"Proprietress, I heard that the 'shu' side has come to urge me several times, should we still reply that we have never met Mr. Deng? I don't quite understand, if you would notInterfering with that leader's judgment, it is understandable to keep it secret. But now that the 'art' has won, why don't we tell the truth?"

"If someone told you that you had great hopes of winning the top journalism award in Cecina City, but the last award was not awarded to you, would you be disappointed?" Rolla didn't answer directly, but asked Grace instead.

She narrowed her eyes like a fox, thinking carefully, "The same is true for Rosie. Whether Deng Huailing can survive is still unknown. If we tell Rosie the surprise that his lover survived by chance, Deng Huailing will die in a few minutes.Tianhou died in the hospital run by the guild, do you think he won't tear down the Hunter's guild?"