"That's what I said... But I always feel that the leader is not someone who would pass the responsibility on to others." Grace nodded, but still felt a little unbearable, "He should be very upset when he learns that his lover has passed away.Sad, tell him the news that Mr. Deng is still alive, can he cheer up?"

She had seen the intimate appearance of Deng Huailing and Rosie when they were together, and even after Luo Xi regained her human identity, this relationship has not changed after thousands of times.The bond between the two cannot be broken easily, and her biggest worry is that Luo Xi will not be able to withstand such a blow.

Rolla sighed in a low voice: "It's because he was too sad that I couldn't tell him. You didn't see Rosie's expression when she asked me to help find out the news during the holographic call, she was completely different from him, thenIt seems to be...the eyes of a desperado, because he lost everything, so he doesn't care about anything."

She took out a slender cigarette from the cigarette case and gently twisted it with her fingertips, "Rosie in this state cannot be understood by normal people's logic. Uncertain hope is like poison, as long as we give him, he dared to drink it without hesitation. But then? If we can't give the antidote and Huailing doesn't wake up in the end, how will we clean up the mess?"

The calculating light in Rolla's eyes gradually turned into helplessness, and Grace lowered her head wordlessly. She realized that the proprietress's motivation for self-preservation was far greater than calculation.The gunpowder smoke has just cleared, and the situation in the city is turbulent and confusing. In order to ensure that the guild can stand firm in the new structure, no matter how careful it is, it cannot be overstated.

Before they went upstairs to visit Deng Huailing, they had already met the medical team in charge of him.Medical experts gave a not-so-optimistic prediction, not to mention that Deng Huailing is still on the verge of life and death, even if his vital signs stabilize, there is a high probability that he will not wake up.

The neurotoxin had remained in Deng Huailing's body for too long, and they had tried their best to change his blood to remove all the toxins, but no one could determine to what extent Deng Huailing's brain had been affected during the poisoning period.influences.

He was injected with a synthetic toxin developed by CyberRose, and he should have died of respiratory paralysis within half a minute of being poisoned.However, to the great surprise of the experts, Deng Huailing persisted for half an hour before he developed symptoms of shock, and the signs of muscle paralysis were even milder. He even fought fiercely during the poisoning period.

This is not in line with the cognition of the medical team. Deng Huailing seems to have the adaptability to this toxin, so they dare not conclude that he will not wake up 100%.But according to the existing data, the probability of waking up is extremely slim. Only a miracle happens, and Deng Huailing can find a third possibility besides death and becoming a vegetative state.

"You bothered about Mr. Deng." Grace nodded, "It's just that you can't earn 'skill' favors for the guild by doing this, right? You are paying for the intensive care unit in advance. I thought youIt is for the investment of human favors that he spares no expense."

"But this time we deceived the 'art' and made their leaders worry in vain. Even if Mr. Deng woke up, Rosie's gratitude would be greatly weakened. Since you can't get Rosie's favor, why saveWhere is Mr. Deng?" Out of the professional habits of journalists, she asked eagerly.

Grace knew that Rolla was an excellent businessman, and she would not be confused about the pros and cons, let alone make unnecessary investments.Therefore, Rolla's choice made her feel even more puzzling—whether Deng Huailing woke up or not, the proprietress would not be able to make a profit, and this business was doomed to fail.

However, Rolla did not analyze the stakes as usual this time, she just turned her back and leaned against the glass and smiled, holding an unlit cigarette between her fingers, and her charming eyes looked at the void, as if nostalgic: "Maybe it's because... I once had someone I loved deeply."

Rolla turned her head and saw Grace's face full of "I found out, big gossip!" and her eyes lit up mischievously, she couldn't help but smile, "That happened a long time ago, I don't remember much. IfIf you're curious, she was a Ph.D. student doing research in the neuroscience lab that Cecina founded, so she died."

"She has been dead for too long, and I have almost forgotten many things. But recently, I suddenly thought that if I had the status and wealth I have today when she died. Unfortunately, we were too young at that time, not young enough to fight against this world." Rolla said leisurely, her voice was hoarse and mellow like old spirits.

"So you want to help Mr. Deng who is also fighting against the world?" Grace asked knowingly.

"Huailing's life is a miracle. I watched him struggle in the city when I was a child, and I knew he would be stronger than anyone in the future. He can do things that we couldn't do back then.It can help the birth of a miracle, who would not be happy?"

Rolla looked sideways at the glass of the ward, and was marked with warning red lines all over his body, "Over the years, what he has done has far exceeded my expectations... I only hope that this time, he can still createnew miracles."

In the narrow and slightly messy corridor of the apartment, the young man with blond hair and green eyes led two officers, walked quickly past the residents who were looking at them, and stopped in front of the door at the end of the corridor.They were all armed with guns, and wore jet-black military uniforms with astonishingly high ranks on their epaulettes.

This dilapidated apartment has never welcomed such a high-ranking official. Although since Rosie appeared to give a speech, rumors have spread that the leader of the "Art" lives here, but in the end, no one has seen Rosie appear after the war.it's here.

But now, everyone knows the senior officer who walked into the apartment. He is the former adjudicator of East 4, Parisa, who still holds the real power of East 4.His visit undoubtedly confirmed the previous rumors. When they reached the end of the corridor, the crowd of onlookers had already surrounded the other end.

"Go and clear the place, don't let anyone spy on what happened here." Parisa raised her green eyes coldly, glanced at the crowd, and ordered a follower behind her, "They are all residents in the building,I'm not in a position to ask them to leave, but I don't want to hear any word spread."

The entourage behind him led away, and the crowd quickly dispersed.Parisa approached the closed door in front of her, raised her black-gloved hand, rang the doorbell, and politely knocked on the door twice, whispering, "Rosie, it's me."

It was quiet behind the door, and the people hiding inside did not respond.He was not in a hurry, and patiently asked twice, but there was still no movement inside, so he waved helplessly, signaling another attendant to come forward and pry open the door.

This old apartment uses the simplest door lock. As soon as the wire got into the keyhole and turned around, there was a rustling sound from behind the door.Before the lock was broken, the door was pulled open with a clatter, Rosie appeared behind the door with lowered eyes, and said hoarsely:

"……How did you come."

Parisa didn't speak, his eyes fell on the other's face, that face was haggard and weak that he had never seen before.The bright-eyed, high-spirited leader disappeared, leaving only ordinary people who had lost their partners standing there, with long black hair disheveled, red eye sockets as if they had just cried, and there were still wet tears on their cheeks.

There was a strong smell of alcohol and dust, and the living room behind Rosie was unlit and the curtains were tightly drawn.He seemed to be struggling in a dark abyss, maybe he didn't struggle at all, he just quietly waited for the passage of time and the end of his life, until he completely sank into the deep black pool.

"I seem to have said I would come, my leader." Parisa was not surprised, he knew Rosie didn't listen to him, "At the meeting two days ago, after Piper left, I asked if I couldI can't come to East 1 to find you, you nodded."

"Is that so... Sorry, I didn't hear what you were saying." Rosie's expression remained unchanged, her eyelids still lowered.He remembered that his communicator seemed to be turned off, and Parisa couldn't contact him even if he got to East 1, "You came here, do you have something to tell me?"

"Yes. Piper has taken down the bustling area and basically wiped out Robert's influence. Her army just arrived at the downstairs of the administrative center half an hour ago. At this moment, I should see Robert. We decided two days agoIn the plan, you were supposed to give a speech on the balcony of the administrative center, bid farewell to the people, and then lead the army into the city." Parisa reminded.

"Speech?" Rosie froze for a moment, before recalling this thing unresponsively, "Did I miss it? Has the speech been cancelled?"

"I made my own claim and went for you." Parisa sighed worriedly. In his impression, Rosie would never delay political affairs because of personal emotions, let alone completely forget them.Take care, have been ill since the war, be careful not to tell."

"Thank you. I'm not a competent leader, so I'll trouble you today." Rosie said softly, and when she saw that the other party had finished speaking, she took a step back, and her figure hid in the darkness again, holding the doorknob to close the door.

Parisa immediately put her hand against the door.He finally couldn't restrain his deep worry, his brows and eyes frowned, and his elegant and distant tone became impatient: "It's been two days, Rosie, did you run out of the command center and hide here just to make yourself look like this?All soldiers are waiting for your order, waiting for you to lead them to the main city to enjoy the fruits of victory..."

"'Shu' won with great difficulty. Are you going to throw it away without looking at it? Why do you torture yourself like this? For Deng Huailing, you don't even want the future, do you?"

Rosie stared at the young officer in front of him who rarely lost his composure, and said nothing.When he heard the last question from the other party, a look of defense suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he raised the corners of his lips coldly, mocking himself:

"Yeah, this look makes you laugh. I'm not the Rosie you know, and naturally I don't have his future...Parisa Simmons, you'd better go, your so-called 'future', for meSaying it doesn't make any sense."

Parisa's words had to remind him of the provocation between him and Deng Huailing when he first arrived in the Lost City.Although he doesn't care about the likes of everyone except Deng Huailing, Parisa's thoughts on him are obvious. At the moment when he just lost his lover, he is always on guard against the trap set by the other party out of selfishness.

"Rosie, I didn't mean that. I didn't come to persuade you to forget him and replace him." Parisa seemed to be stung by his cold tone, her green eyes blinked tremblingly, "I... didn't eitherThat sort of thing, isn't it? I know that even during the war, when you trusted me the most, you didn't forget the previous bad feelings, so I won't cross the line again."

"..." Rosie slightly let go of the doorknob, he didn't expect Parisa to describe their relationship so bluntly.The so-called comrades-in-arms and partners essentially mean that he exchanges trust for the other party's loyalty. In his heart, the other party has always had a slight difference from the killer and Piper.In fact, Parisa has always known that what he gave his trust in exchange for.

"It shouldn't be my turn to come here to find you today, but the killer died, Piper went to the main city, and the artificial intelligence girl who knows your past doesn't remember you at all. There is no trustworthy person around youMy friend, although the war is over, you don’t need or want to trust me anymore, but you shouldn’t dislike Parisa, who was peaceful ten years ago, right?”

Parisa stared at him for a long time, with rare sincerity in his jasper-like eyes, "I will resign from all positions when the 'shu' has gained a firm foothold in the main city, and I will be that performer again, and I will no longer appear in your presence.Beside me. I have found the violin... So, please listen to me for a few words, please?"