All Worlds Madhouse - Chapter 611 Epilogue

【Dear old Joey】

[I can probably guess what you are doing now]

[Basically, it’s feeding pigs, or thinking about new feeds. After all, we have known each other for so long, and you have always been doing these things. 】

[It should be nice over there in heaven. People who deserve to die are dead, and people who deserve to be alive are also dead.]

[In short, it is a brand new space. You just need to wait until the surviving lives sprout again. Then you can, well, you won’t reshape that world. You can’t do that kind of thing at all. , you will only feed the pigs. 】

[That’s not bad, because then you can live with those people, and your craftsmanship can make you the most popular person in the entire village]

【Then, live a simple and happy life】

[Calculating this, you should have the best life among everyone, so good that I doubt whether I need to write this letter to you]

[Anyway, your pig brain will not know the meaning of this letter, let alone who I am. 】

[So finally. I wish you and Pego all the best]

[——————Your Majesty Ziliang]

In the quiet office, Ziliang put down the pen in his hand. He looked at the unfair handwriting on the paper and didn’t know what he was thinking. After a minute, he tore the paper off the notebook and rubbed it. It became a ball and was thrown into the corner.

Then, he restarted another piece of paper

[Dear Professor Moriarty, hello]

[About our last game of chess]

He wrote, but after a few words, his hand hung above the page, and his eyes lingered on the almost blank writing.

He couldn’t write anymore.

He didn’t know how many letters like this he had written. He wanted to say goodbye to everyone, even though these people probably didn’t know who [Ziliang] was for a long time.

Suddenly, he felt a strong emptiness. But the next second, he told himself that this ending was the best for everyone.

Those people all have their own stories, and they have their own lives in their own worlds.

And [Ziliang] is just an annoying drop of ink suddenly inserted into the original canvas.

[Ziliang] does not belong to any of them, he is just a passerby, and the best ending for a passerby is to be forgotten.

The pale white outside the window has not changed. In this empty space, there is no exchange of minute hands and second hands, and there is no alternation of sun and moon. It is difficult for ordinary people to know how long they have spent here.

But Ziliang knew.

It’s been about a week.

Counting from his last cigarette

He can clearly feel that 20 minutes after quitting smoking, the soaring blood pressure and heart rate will gradually calm down.

Because the human body no longer ingests the nicotine in cigarettes, it will no longer make your heart beat faster.

2 hours after quitting smoking

Ziliang immediately felt irritable and listless. He began to yawn non-stop. The dopamine secreted by his brain had steadily declined, so he felt out of sorts.

Then the eighth hour, day one, day two.

The pulmonary cilia began to repair and regenerate, and a lot of toxic substances were excreted from the mouth, causing Ziliang to cough for a long time.

He didn’t know why cigarettes were so powerful. Even his unreasonable regeneration ability couldn’t stop the erosion of tobacco.

During those days, his smoking cessation syndrome reached its peak and he felt terrible, with headaches, chest tightness, depression, and the urge to smoke.

At that time, he could only keep recalling the past, write down his thoughts about those bastards in a letter, and then crumble it and throw it into the corner.

In the end, he finally got through the most difficult days.

This time, he should be able to quit smoking successfully.

However, whether successful or not, those people will never come back.

The world is like this. Playmates who have been together day and night in childhood will eventually become strangers one day.

Comrades who once fought through many obstacles, but when they meet by chance many years later, they can only smile awkwardly at each other, and then miss each other.

Those formulas that I thought I would remember for life in school can’t even be named now.

The book that has accompanied me for many days and nights will eventually turn to the last page.

Life keeps moving forward, and every minute and every second left behind is a memory.

As for these memories

Ziliang looked at the empty corridor outside the door.

Once upon a time, he was fed up with those guys who kept making trouble every day. He used to think about whether to get rid of those people every day.

And now, his wish has come true.

The long-lost silence is back.

Ziliang was silent and didn’t know what he was thinking.

There was a bitterness in the corner of his mouth.

I really want a cigarette.

sudden!

“Hey, aren’t you thinking about smoking again?”

A voice suddenly came over.

Ziliang was startled, and he shouted angrily at Chen Xiao at the door: “Why are you always lying on the wall and staring at me when you have nothing to do?!”

Immediately afterwards————

“He has no choice. Selina said, let him keep an eye on you, otherwise you will be dealt with too.” Bai Xiong’s huge body passed by the door of the office and said this in passing.

“Che” Ziliang curled his lips and spat in displeasure.

“Don’t hold that woman down against me for everything. I’m a full version now. Don’t think I’m afraid of her!!”

“Oh~ oh~ you are so awesome, we all know it.” Chen Xiao responded with a perfunctory look: “By the way, when will your shabby hospital arrive? We have been flying for a long time.”

Ziliang still hummed, and then took out the compass.

“We’re almost there, and…” he said. Suddenly, the whole room shook, accompanied by the roar outside the window: “Two seconds. One second.”

After the words were finished, the vibration stopped.

“We’re here, let’s go out.” Ziliang said and walked out of his office.

In the corridor, the craftsman was leaning against the wall, seemingly ready.

In this way, several people filed in front of the hospital door.

Ziliang pushed the door open with both hands, pushing it open like the wind.

The door opens————

And outside the door, it’s not a street, but a bar.

Yes, that’s the bar!

From the angle where everyone was approaching, we could just see the squinting bartender wearing neat work clothes, slowly wiping the wine glass.

“Hey, you guys are much slower than expected.” The bartender said with a smile to everyone.

“I took care of some things on the way.” Ziliang walked quickly to the bar: “One cup.”

He was about to order something to drink.

But suddenly, he was stunned because he saw someone sitting in front of the stage.

“Who is this?” Ziliang hesitated and asked.

“Oh, the new member of the bar.” The bar put down the glass in his hand: “The story about him is quite long. If you have time, I can tell you about it.”