Chapter 796 The One I Love

The old man was busy all morning, but even so, the rape flowers he pulled out only accounted for a small part compared with the boundless sea of ​​flowers.

While the old man was busy, I was not idle either. I searched around for useful clues, and found out that this sea of ​​rapeseed flowers was actually planted by the old man for his wife ten years ago.

After noon, the old man returned to the house, cleaned up, and left the village community on foot toward the city.

Out of curiosity, I followed behind.

The familiar door, the long corridor that has not changed in the past few years, and the wall lamps emit a faint light.

Jinghai Central Hospital!

The old man walked between patients and nurses, arrived alone on the innermost floor of the seventh floor, and stopped outside a special care ward.

It was very similar to the scene I saw in reality. There was only one patient living in the ward, with gray hair and paralysis in bed.

The old man was familiar with the nurse on duty. He simply said hello and opened the door to enter.

The patient lying on the bed has a soft face, and her beauty when she was young can be vaguely seen.

This should be the old man’s wife. For her, the old man spent ten years planting hundreds of acres of rapeseed flowers.

Sitting quietly by the bed, the old man was like a child waiting for a miracle to happen, which was a bit heartbreaking.

The old man helped his wife turn over, cleaned up the excrement, and wiped her body with a clean towel. The old man did it very skillfully and carefully.

It wasn't until the sun set that he stood up from the chair beside the bed and left silently.

It was a long night, walking back to the village from the city center, and when I opened the door, it was the second morning again.

In the morning, I carried a hoe and dug out the roots of the rapeseed flowers I planted. In the afternoon, I walked to the city to take care of my paralyzed wife.

The old man's life is very regular. As a bystander, I watched him repeat it day after day, and I was wondering, why would such a person be entrusted with the will of the butcher? His life trajectory has nothing to do with depriving other people of their lives.

As the area of ​​the rapeseed sea continues to decrease, the color of the old man's dream also becomes lighter.

I don’t know how many mornings passed, but one day at noon, when the old man entered Jinghai Central Hospital again, I found that things had changed. His wife was moved out of the special care ward and transferred to the intensive care unit.

The old man's wife's lungs failed and her ventilation function was severely impaired. She could only be cured by lung transplantation. However, her physical condition could not support a major operation and she could only maintain her life through various medical devices and drugs.

Family members were not allowed to enter the ICU to accompany him. During that time, the old man sat in the corridor outside for the whole afternoon.

When there were still half of the rapeseed flowers, his wife was out of danger and transferred back to the original ward.

Doctors, nurses, and actually the old man himself knew that his wife’s time was running out.

There was an unspeakable sadness in the ward. The nurses and doctors all offered words of comfort, but the old man was still sitting quietly next to his wife as before, keeping him company silently.

When a quarter of the rapeseed flower sea was left, the old man's wife was tortured by the illness and was in disgrace.

His face became swollen, bedsores developed on his body, his teeth withered and turned black, and his delicate facial features began to become crooked.

How could a good person become like this, with bruises all over his body?

Looking at his wife, the old man didn't know what he was thinking. He held the swollen hand with a heart-wrenching expression.

The color of the dream faded quietly. One morning, the old man dug out the last rapeseed flower. Looking back, the sky was no longer blue, and what he saw was a barren landscape.

After digging out hundreds of acres of rapeseed flowers planted by his own hands, the old man threw the hoe on the ground, returned to his house, changed into a complete set of clean clothes, and walked towards the city as if on a pilgrimage.

I realized that the dream had reached its most critical moment, and then followed.

The old man walked through the crowd and entered the familiar ward.

He cleaned his wife's bed sores and wiped her body with careful and gentle movements, just like when he first took care of her a few years ago.

Sitting quietly by the bed, the old man looked at his wife who was paralyzed, unconscious and tortured by illness. He waited until the sun set before slowly getting up, touching his wife's forehead with the back of his hand, and slowly straightened up.

He raised his hand and unplugged the ventilator.

He didn't dare to look back and sat on the bench at the door, as if he had lost his soul.

Fifteen minutes later, the nurse on duty realized something was wrong and rushed over. The old man's wife was sent to the emergency room.

Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing leather shoes arrived. When he saw the old man, he grabbed his shoulders and banged them against the wall. His lips trembled, he said nothing, and his eyes were red and moist.

The old man, who had been silent since I entered the dream, looked at his son who was taller than him: "Don't you think it's too painful to live like that because of our selfishness? We are the closest people to her, if even we are stopped She, I can’t let her go..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man could no longer speak, and muddy tears fell down his wrinkles.

That scene moved everyone who saw it.

The rescue failed, and the old man walked on the long night road as usual. He seemed to have lost something in his body. His shoulders were heavy and he kept walking. It seemed that he had understood that the end of the road was no longer that person.

…

Opening my eyes, I exited the old man's dream.

Putting away the tung tree charm, he looked at the lonely old man on the hospital bed.

In a sense, he did kill someone. The colorful crystal, which had special meaning and might symbolize human nature, had already fallen out of his body when he pulled out the ventilator plug.

According to the agreement between me and the black-robed anchor, I should kill him now, the last person who is entrusted with the butcher's will.

The turbulent evil spirit was roaring in the room, but I finally did not make a move, restrained my breath, and left quietly as if I had never been there before.

There are seven lenses of condensed human emotions floating in the sea of ​​consciousness, and I have my own plan in mind.

The memory that surfaced when my spleen orifices opened told me that the butcher had known me before, and it was not him who actually killed other show anchors, but me!

At the same time, I also made an agreement with him. It seemed that I was sure a long time ago that I would meet him again in a deep dream.

"The old man is not dead, so the butcher's will has a way out. I have to take advantage of this, maybe I can get more things from the butcher." When the butcher and the black robe are fighting, what I want to do is not fight with one party, but It’s about finding ways to get the best benefit for yourself.

Summoning the fate ghost, I wrapped a few black hairs intertwined with fate around the old man's wrist, so that I could have a bargaining chip with the butcher.

I will not kill the old man, but his life must be in my hands.

When I came out of Jinghai Central Hospital, the sky was already bright. I took off my mask and exhaled: "Some of the five deceased people should have been discovered. I want to leave as soon as possible."

He took out his cell phone and dialed Truman's phone number. As soon as he dialed the number, someone answered.

"I have arrived in Jinghai, my things are intact, and I am now at Jinghai Airport."

Truman did not disappoint me: "Did you meet any weird people in the bank?"

"It was a man in uniform who led me into the underground warehouse. I have also learned the smile on his face, and I can at least imitate it 80%." Truman's voice was low, steady, and very convincing.

"Very good." I told Truman the demolition area where Zhu Li was located and made an appointment with him to meet there.

What the black-robed anchor asked me to do has basically been completed. He should still be fighting the butcher's will in Zhu Li's dream. Maybe they have entered a deep dream, and maybe the betrayers at the show will be involved.

In order to prevent something unexpected happening to Zhu Li, I did not go back to Yan Shengnan's clinic, but returned to the apartment building where the black-robed anchor and Zhu Li were.

Pushing open the iron door, everything in the house remained the same, without any changes.

Looking at the black-robed anchor sitting next to Zhu Li, I suddenly realized a problem. The flow of time in dreams is completely different from reality. The black-robed anchor has not woken up after entering Zhu Li's dream for such a long time. There was an accident.

"The Dream Immortal Yin Zi Fu didn't give any hints, and I don't know what happened to the black robe in the dream." I didn't bother him, leaving the ghost on guard, and went downstairs to study the seven human crystals. While waiting for Truman.

An hour and a half later, at the end of the dilapidated concrete road, a man wearing a windbreaker and carrying a black bag came over.