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

Poor Tony, he's dead in the cold.

Jiang Yuan had no choice but to face the cruel fact: the evidence he came down the mountain to find was gone.

It is a little further away from the core truth of the game.

Fish asked, "What did Tony give you?"

Jiang Yuan looked at the gray beads surging in his palm and said, "It must be a blessing from a good brother to his sister."

Although I don't know what it is.

But based on the basic principle of giving it a try after death, he planned to crush it according to the will and see how it goes.

Jiang Jian stopped him: "Wait, be careful, what if you get infected with his strange disease?"

Jiang Yuan spread his hands out embarrassedly: "Ah, but I've already crushed it."

Jiang Jian: ...

The broken gray beads dissolved in the palm of the Son of God and turned into smoke, floating around the three people like silky chocolate.

Finally, it floated between the three people and landed.

The misty smoke gradually gathered, from abstract to concrete, like an old projector, playing a three-dimensional projection.

Jiang Jian was surprised: "What is this...?!"

Jiang Yuan was surprised: "It's Tony's memory!"

*

Outside the corridor window, the sun is shining, and the birds are singing and the flowers are blooming.

The Baroque dome sparkled like a pearl, the patients wandered in the sunshine, everything was so beautiful.

Until a discordant sound broke this rare tranquility.

"Oh!"

The door to the dean's office opened and hit the wall.

The main perspective of the scene walked into the room and threw a handful of brown dry herbs on Vincent's desk.

Tony demanded, "Vincent, what is this?"

At the table, the blond and blue-eyed young man stopped writing, looked at the herbs, and said calmly: "What's wrong with the roots of the Jue Snake Vine?"

Tony: "What's wrong? You dare to ask me what's wrong! This stuff is highly poisonous! How dare you put it in the medicine! And put such a large amount!"

"I was wondering why Allen and the others were about to be discharged from the hospital, but their condition suddenly worsened. It turns out it was you who did it!"

Vincent blinked innocently: "Yes...someone must have put it in the wrong place. I'll check it out when I have time."

Tony slammed the table and said, "Don't try to fool me. You're the only one who has been to the pharmacy these past two days!"

Vincent: "You investigated me?"

Tony folded his arms and said nothing.

Faced with irrefutable evidence, Vincent had no choice but to admit, "Well, Tony, I discovered that our research direction has been wrong all along."

"Only the most extreme nightmares can extract the purest medicinal materials. I just want to use a little sacrifice to research a special medicine that can quickly cure the soul-falling disease. This way, we can benefit more people, including us."

Tony: "A small sacrifice? How can you make it sound so nice to take human life so lightly!"

He couldn't believe that such absurdity came out of Vincent's mouth.

"Vincent, how did you become this kind of person? Is it because of Jack?" Tony said:

"I know that the tragedy of Jack's family has dealt you a great blow, but it has nothing to do with you. You can't hurt others because of it!"

"This has nothing to do with Jack."

Vincent paused, a hint of distortion flashed across his blue eyes, but they quickly returned to softness.

"Don't blame irrelevant people for everything. This is prejudice."

Then, the two had another verbal battle. Vincent said that he controlled the dosage, but Tony thought that he had crossed the bottom line and was killing people.

In the end, no one could convince anyone else, and Tony was too lazy to argue anymore, so he stood up and was about to leave.

"Okay, since you're still stubborn, I'll leave."

Now it was Vincent's turn to get anxious: "Leave? Why?! Where are you going?"

Tony: "Anywhere, somewhere without Vincent!"

He just opened the door, but it was slammed shut.

Door: "Dong---!"

"no!"

Vincent pleaded, "Tony, Tony, you can't leave. What will I do if you leave? I can't lose you! I'll be too busy!"

Tony: "Get out of the way!"

Outside, someone knocked on the door and asked worriedly, "Dean? What's wrong? Do you need help? I have paper!"

"No need! I'm not crying!"

Vincent said anxiously, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I was too selfish, I was wrong, I'll change, okay? I'll go get the medicine back in a while, and I'll listen to you from now on."

As he spoke, he pushed Tony onto the sofa without further ado, massaging his shoulders, pounding his legs, and serving him tea and water, trying every way he could to coax this old man into submission.

"I swear, I will never do such extreme experiments again. I will keep my feet on the ground and take one step at a time."

Tony's mood calmed down, and he felt comfortable after being served, so he asked, "Really?"

Vincent said boastfully, "If you don't believe me, you can dig my heart out."

Tony said with disgust: "Go away, what do I need your heart for?"

That being said, he finally compromised.

After arguing for a long time, he felt thirsty, so he took the herbal tea that Vincent brought over and took a sip.

The cool liquid enters your mouth and nourishes your body and mind.

When Tony drank water, the sunlight from the window shone through the brown glass, making Vincent's face somewhat deformed and distorted.

At a certain moment, it seemed as if he had become another person.

But this is obviously just an illusion caused by the refraction of light.

This paragraph ends.

The gray fog of memory darkened, dispersed, and flowed like ink again.

Fish asked Jiang Yuan: "There's something wrong with that glass of water, right?"

Jiang Yuan: "Well, he secretly drugged me when he turned around. Fish has a good eye."

Fish pursed his lips and nodded shyly: "It's okay."

Hearing about drugs in the water, Jiang Jian's face turned pale: "...What did he put in it?"

Jiang Yuan looked at the gray fog with interest: "We will know soon!"

The gray fog slowly turned black, and gradually a large area of ​​darkness appeared.

The sound of wind, rain and muffled thunder.

Mixed with a burst of heart-wrenching coughs, it made people panic.

"Cough cough.. cough cough cough!!!"

In the picture, there is a familiar hardcover diary, with slender hands writing furiously. Tony took advantage of the gap between coughs to write a few more words.

[I was so sick that I temporarily moved to the east attic to avoid infecting others.]

[I feel weak all over, have a fever, feel sick, and my health is getting worse day by day. I even have some strange things growing on me. But I can't find the cause of the disease, and all the medicines are useless. It's really weird.]

[Now the spiritual home can only be managed by Vincent, but even though he is so busy, he still makes time to take care of me. Oh, I shouldn't have lost my temper with him before. ]

As Tony wrote, his fingers began to tremble violently. He could not hold the pen and began to cough uncontrollably.

A few drops of dark red blood splashed onto the diary, staining it red.

He stood up, ran to the bathroom, and before he even knelt down, he vomited into the toilet.

“Ugh…cough cough cough cough…Ugh cough cough cough!…!”

The toilet was a mixture of black and red, and what he vomited was black gastric juice mixed with blood. He looked very ill.

“Medicine…medicine…”

Tony held onto the wall and stumbled back to his room.

Just as he stood up, Jiang Yuan saw Tony's current appearance through the bathroom mirror.

He was skinny, his eyes were sunken and bloodshot, and he looked like a collapsed man who hadn't slept in a long time.

But the most eye-catching thing was that some blood-red tumors that looked like goose bumps had grown on his neck.

Bright, round, and full of life, it absorbed Tony's vitality like a leech.

Tony, with a dazed mind, was frantically looking for the medicine Vincent had just sent him, trying to suppress this terrible disease.

As soon as I sat down, my hands were shaking so badly that I knocked over the glass.

The clean water splashed on the diary, wetting the book, and the lines of words that had just been written also blurred and became turbid and unclear.

But at this moment, Tony suddenly realized something was wrong.

Under the dim light, the cold water spread out, and the words on the diary were distorted, as if they were moving.

He thought he was hallucinating because of his illness.

But soon, he looked closer and checked again and again, and he found that it was true.

He pressed his fingers on the notebook, crushed the liquid, and placed it under the glass desk lamp for observation.

The pale light passed through the water droplets on the fingertips, and in the transparent liquid, there were seven or eight small translucent particles.

These particles are only half the size of a sesame seed, but there are so many of them that when they are brought close to your fingertips, their skin is melted by the temperature of your fingertips.

The water ripples slightly, and white, hair-like worms crawl out of their shells, stretch, swim, and begin to drill towards the warm fingertips in search of nutrients.

Tony pinched the white worm with his fingers and crushed it to death.

The picture was shaking, and his breathing became rapid, angry, and panic-stricken.

He couldn't believe that this was how Vincent "took care" of him.

He laid worm eggs in his water!

Fuck! It's insect eggs!

Jiang Jian remembered that he had also drunk the tea given by Vincent during the previous interrogation. His throat choked and he wanted to spit it out.

Jiang Yuan comforted him: "Don't worry, Master, I drank the tea too, it's fine, and it was Vincent's personality at the time, he didn't poison it."

Jiang Jian hesitated: "You still drink even though you're doubting it? How dare you try anything?!"

Jiang Yuan: "...You don't want to know the answer."

The black fog darkened and formed a new picture again.

Inside the closed little room, a hand held a pen and wrote quickly with trembling hands.

The sickly and withered hands were wrapped in a dirty bandage, and between the gaps in the bandage were densely packed with tumorous nodules.

Tony's condition has worsened again.

Due to the excitement, the handwriting is illegible and the logic is confusing.

But this time he made a major discovery, and what he wrote was exactly what Jiang Yuan had not been able to see before.

[How could this happen? How could this happen! ]

[Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why is this happening! He is actually Jack!!! Vincent is Jack!!!]

[This madman is acting in front of me every day! His face is burnt, he is simply a monster! Haha! I am almost a monster now! ]

[A bastard, a deformed product of incest, a cursed demon! A poisonous snake! Vincent was so good to him, but he repaid his kindness with hatred! ]

【He must have hidden Vincent. I must find him.】

[When I was tracking him, I found that the guy's lair was under the old warehouse. There were noises coming from inside. Vincent must be imprisoned there. I must go down and save him.]

[If something bad happens to me...Alan will hand the diary over to the Ministry of Magic and let them deal with the matter.]

[There is nothing to worry about now. I have made all the necessary preparations. Even if we both perish together, I will save Vincent! ]