I Am Bound to Two Chat Groups After Death

As one of the operators with the most advanced medical skills on Rhodes Island, Nightingale was naturally invited by Dr. Kelsey.

However, she didn't know the specifics.

This is naturally the result of Kelsey's secrecy.

She didn't want anyone to leak the news, so the fewer people who knew about it, the better, let alone outsiders like Nightingale, even Warfarin, the veteran of Rhodes Island, only got the news this morning.

Nightingale's mind was not that complicated, she just looked at the black-haired boy walking in from the door in surprise.

Isn't that the boy she met in the back woods last night?

Obviously not long ago, I saw the other party disappear without a trace after stepping into a gate.

As a result, I saw the other party here again.

What kind of grotesque world will lie behind that mysterious door?

Nightingale stared straight at the boy, with various inexplicable emotions in her eyes.

She stood up suddenly and took a step.

The world seemed to have come to a standstill at this moment.

Only the young man in sight also strolled towards her.

He seemed to have sensed her bold gaze.

The boy smiled at her.

A magnetic voice sounded.

"Nice to meet you, beautiful lady."

"Relax."

"I will help you heal the pain you have suffered."

"I……"

Nightingale opened her mouth.

I wanted to say something, but my heart fell into hesitation.

She was delighted that she could meet that boy again so soon.

However, soon, a faint sadness hit her heart again, covering up her mood.

There is only so much world a caged bird can see.

But a bird in a cage is not a frog in a well, and a bird trapped in a cage can also hear the sounds of nature.

She is full of fantasies about everything in the outside world, but she can't get out of that cage.

You can only learn about the outside world through the words of others and the contents of books.

Those things that only exist in fantasy should no longer be things that she longed for at her age.

But in the world Nightingale recognized.

During that time in the cage.

In that claustrophobic room.

The reality is to listen to the voices of the outside world while healing.

Fantasy is to hear the voice of the author when reading a book.

For her, what is the essential difference between the two?

is fantasy.

Or reality.

Nightingale could no longer tell the difference.

She yearns for fantasy, and the bizarre world in the book, as well as anecdotes and experiences, make her, a bird in a cage, often linger and forget to return.

She yearns for reality, and she wants to know and understand everything in the outside world, but she is imprisoned in a cage.

The physical barrier has long been broken by the Shining.

But the high wall built in memory is so indestructible, solid as a rock...

"Nightingale, what's wrong with you?"

In a trance, Nightingale felt someone pushing her beside her.

The blond girl opened her eyes.

I, still sitting on the chair, did not leave half a step from the beginning to the end.

Beside her is the shining spirit who has always been with her.

So, is it a dream?

In reality, I was so sad that I didn't even have the courage to lift my feet.

Nightingale took a deep breath, tried to muster up courage, and stood up.