Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

Fish's logic is confusing.

But Jiang Yuan quickly figured it out with his own intelligence.

【The person you can only see by committing suicide】

【Origami Flowers】

【People in the Paper Flowers】

These conditions all point to one answer---

The man is dead and Fish is honoring him!

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense, so he asked, "Can I fold flowers with you?"

Jiang Yuan thought that based on his relationship with Fish, the other party would definitely agree, and then he could take the opportunity to get more useful information from the young master.

However, Fish looked at Jiang Yuan, his eyelids drooping, and said to himself in a daze: "...I'm sleepy."

Jiang Yuan: “…”

But I haven’t asked anything yet!

Just as he was thinking about whether to use the third watch to help the young master refresh his mind, Fish grabbed Jiang Yuan's hand and said, "Let's go back."

After saying that, he took the person out.

Jiang Yuan: Hmm?

But I don't seem to be your nurse? Master! ?

But, let's go, this is exactly what Jiang Yuan wants, he can go directly into the young master's luxurious suite to investigate.

The two held hands, walked out of the hall, crossed the path, and soon arrived at a quiet three-story building.

He went up the spiral staircase and came to the top floor. Standing at the door, he was about to go in when Fish suddenly remembered something. He stopped and said to Jiang Yuan:

"It's chaotic inside, wait a minute."

After he finished speaking, he held the notebook, pushed the door and went back to the ward, leaving Jiang Yuan alone outside waiting.

It sounds like she's cleaning up for guests.

But Jiang Yuan felt that the young master must be hiding some secret that could not be seen by others.

Then you have to go in.

He smiled wickedly and was about to sneak in to take a look, but suddenly he felt a chill on his neck, as if he was being stared at by a resentful gaze.

Jiang Yuan turned around and saw Fish's personal nurse Jane, standing in the shadow of the corner, biting a handkerchief in her mouth and staring at him with hatred, as if she was staring at a vixen who was stealing a man.

Jiang Yuan greeted warmly: "Good morning, Jane!"

Seeing that he was discovered, Jian did not hide anymore. He walked over and warned gloomily: "If you want to go in, you'd better not touch the young master's things. What he hates most is someone touching his flowers."

Jiang Yuan remembered that Vincent also said that the reason Fish was sent here was because a noble touched his handicraft, causing Fish to go berserk and hurt people.

Jiang Yuan didn't expect that Jane came here to remind him on purpose, and said happily: "Thank you, Jane, you are such a kind and beautiful girl."

Jane: "...You...!"

The girl's expression froze for a few seconds, and then her cheeks turned red inexplicably. She took two steps back, and finally snorted, turned around and ran away.

It seems that she is still a shy girl, Jiang Yuan thought.

Looking back, Fish hadn't cleaned up the room yet.

The nurse with long flowing hair turned her back to the door and whistled. She had nowhere to put her five fingers, so she could only knock on the door. She accidentally opened the brass door handle.

Then, I was not careful and the door opened by itself. It opened a crack for some unknown reason. It was really unreasonable.

A breeze blew through the corridor.

Nurse Jiang, whose snow-white skirt was spinning, looked frail and spun like a top, then fell into the young master's luxurious VIP ward.

"Ah...I was accidentally blown in by the wind."

No one responded.

Ok?

Jiang Yuan was puzzled and walked inside.

He whispered, "Fish?"

In the corridor at the entrance, the comfortable and thick dark red plush carpet is dotted with light paper lotus flowers.

The further you go in, the more flowers there are.

In the huge suite, lotus flowers made from various papers filled every corner, covering up all the valuable and exquisite furniture, making it almost impossible to step.

Pale sunlight filtered in through the iron-barred windows, shining on the long-haired boy in a straitjacket.

He stood in the middle of the paper flowers all over the ground, with his back to the Son of God, his head slightly lowered, and not saying a word.

The scene is beautiful and peaceful, like a sweet dream as thin as a piece of sugar.

only......

Jiang Yuan tiptoed to avoid the paper flowers on the ground and walked forward. As expected, he saw Fish with his eyelashes closed, his expression relaxed, his chest rising and falling evenly, and his breathing steady.

He actually fell asleep while standing again!

He was holding a white paper lotus in his hand. It seemed that he was trying to find a place to put it, but he didn't know where to start. While thinking about it, he turned off the phone and fell asleep.

But you can’t sleep standing up like this all the time.

Jiang Yuan wanted to move Fish to the bed, but when he turned his head, his breathing stopped and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Only then did he realize that in addition to the piles of paper lotuses, every wall of this large ward was also covered with huge handmade graffiti.

Especially the one at the head of the iron bed, which was the most eye-catching and could not be ignored. Like a black hole, it attracted all the attention of the Son of God.

The reason why they are called graffiti is that these paintings are very rough and there is no trace of technique.

But every brushstroke is infused with the painter's deepest emotions, commonly known as soul painting.

The lotus flowers painted with yellow crayon formed a golden bridge. The bridge was filled with colorful little people, who were cheering and facing the center of the lotus bridge, celebrating something.

In the middle of Jinzhan Bridge, there are two dolls, one tall and one short, one black and one white. They are holding hands, smiling, and so happy that it seems like they will never be separated.

This graffiti looks so familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere, Jiang Yuan thought.

To be precise, he must have seen this scene somewhere.

For example, hell.

For example, outside the Ghost Gate, on the Jinzhan Bridge in Huangquan.

The tearing heartache was quicker than the memory and acted on Jiang Yuan, cutting off his heartless smile.

Looking at the graffiti and then at the young man standing and sleeping in the sea of ​​paper lotus flowers, Jiang Yuan suddenly realized a heartbreaking fact.

Fish is the brat.

A little ghost with a broken soul and incomplete memories after reincarnation.