Full-level Celestial Master is forbidden to paddle [Unlimited]

In the cool-toned hall, the liquid crystal screen hanging on the roof is making a loud noise that only a few people can hear. Under the screen, no matter whether it is a patient, a nurse or a doctor, they all have the same self-satisfying or calming voice. It's a panic.They live in the torment of slow knives.

In the chaos, a figure wearing a blue striped hospital gown passed through the confused crowd, and walked to the stage beside the fallen Dean Li.This figure is the Three Dangers.

Sanwei bent down, reached out and closed Dean Li's eyes, and picked up the scattered speech scripts and the fallen microphone.He stood up and dusted the microphone with his long, fair fingers.Alternating dull and sharp sounds came from the speaker.But at this time in the hall, except for Yu Yi, no one cared about these noises.Because compared to the heavy sound of Dean Li's fall, this is nothing.

"Victory is just around the corner." After dusting off, San Wei read while holding the paper.Compared with Dean Li's impassioned speech, his voice was as calm as an outsider's indifference.

Some people raised their heads numbly following the sound, but most of them were unwilling to answer.

Sanwei didn't care, and continued to read: "Please believe in the strength of your compatriots. Please believe that our future still has infinite possibilities."

His voice is low and slow, but it contains a unique and steady strength.Under an inexplicable appeal, more people raised their heads.

Sanwei lowered his hands and put down his speech, and looked up at the crowd in the hall.The cold light hanging from the ceiling hit his pale and stern face, deepening the contours of his facial features, and the hospital gown bleached by the light made him look thin and weak.But at this time standing in front of the crowd was also him.

The humble, confused, and sad eyes all fell on him. He looked ahead and said in a solemn tone: "Some people have left, but some are still there. Please replace those who died and do your best to live on."

Dean Li's speech was to inspire, while San Wei was more like relaying the statement that life was entrusted to everyone.In the words, there is no continuation of the excitement that is not often seen in life, but it delays the more common and living answers in the plain.

In front of Sanwei, there are people crying with their heads up.

All of them were people who had witnessed death, and all of them were people who had been threatened with death.The ups and downs of their lives are gradually deprived by the horror of the genetic disease, and they gradually forget the existence that was once held in their hands.

To this day, they have raised their heads from the struggle of life and death.

The fall of one pillar is the rise of another. One generation inherits the will of one generation and moves forward with heavy burdens.It is precisely because of this that this civilization, which has been riddled with diseases for thousands of years, has continued to this day.

……

Yu Yi and Sanwei walked side by side in the corridor of the hospital.After Sanwei's speech, he gained more autonomy in his actions, especially when he was accompanied by a psychiatrist.The two stopped outside the ward of the robin and the painting madman.

They walked all the way without meeting anyone.Most of the people in the courtyard are still immersed in mixed emotions and have not evacuated from the hall.They also get to talk about things that are difficult to talk about in public.

"Dean Li should be a robin, that is, Ji Heqing's link in this world. After his death, he may stimulate Ji Heqing's current mental state and lead to Dr. Hei." San Wei said.

"That's not good. If the robin is swallowed up by the black doctor under the current situation, the current Island Master Ji will be completely replaced by the black doctor." Yu Yi pondered.The people in the psychiatric hospital found a more solid pillar to live on than usual, but his expression was not as loose as usual, and he looked a little dignified.

This solemnity is not only for Ji Heqing's current mental state, but also for the genetic disease.

That morning, what Dean Li told him in his office was not only his past, but also the method that he announced to everyone before he died, which was enough to cure the genetic disease.

Dean Li told him that CAR-T cell therapy cannot be applied to the treatment of genetic diseases.Not to mention the treatment method, even the results of deciphering the genome of genetic diseases are still a mystery.

The reason why the media unscrupulously promotes CAR-T cell therapy is only because the group responsible for this research is behind the faction currently on stage.In the thousands of years when genetic diseases have been rampant, due to the uncertainty of life span, the replacement of leaders has become quite frequent.As a result, the parties that temporarily hold the upper hand take power alternately, and then reap short-term benefits like a desperado during the short-term power.

In recent times, social turmoil has become more intense, and such behaviors have intensified and become more explicit, so there are reports of treatments for genetic diseases.In a civilization that survives abnormally, many times you don't need to care about the future, you only need to care about whether the current cake is sweet enough.

Yu Yi pushed open the door of the ward.The robin and the painted maniac have not returned yet.And that's exactly what he expected.Ji Heqing's current situation can no longer be delayed, he and San Wei need to avoid the eyes and ears of everyone, and go to the underground civilized inner city as soon as possible to complete the investigation.

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The painting maniac and the robin returned to the ward together.The male nurse finished the routine examination and closed the door of the ward.

The painting lunatic and the robin sat facing each other, and there was a moment of silence in the ward.

The dark face of the painting lunatic was tear-stained, and his eyes were gloomy looking at the row of heroic novels wrapped in newspaper and written "XX Biography" beside the bed.

He found that he who once vowed to "never do this again" was wrong, and until now, he is still not ready to become an adult.An adult who is no longer strong and fearless, an adult who no longer touches the paintbrush, an adult who is constantly struggling with aging... What a horror!

After seeing a hero like Dean Li fall with his own eyes, he no longer dared to whip himself towards the age of 18.But on the way back, he began to hallucinate.He saw the chain of the god of death nailed into his bone marrow, and saw his feet stepping uncontrollably towards the cage of death, his courage was ashamed, his soul hummed, and he couldn't help feeling a great embarrassment that he couldn't resist.

But he shouldn't be like this, he doesn't want to be entangled with that monster named "Death", not at all.

"Did they leave?" After a while, the painting lunatic looked away and asked the robin.

Robin looked puzzled.

The painting lunatic was stunned for a moment, and then a sorry expression appeared on his face.He picked up a pen and wrote on the white paper next to the bed: "I'm sorry, I forgot that you can't hear me."

He held up the white paper in front of him, and showed it to the robin on the opposite side.Although unable to communicate verbally, sometimes, even without writing, the robin seemed to understand him.So sometimes, he forgets that the robin cannot hear, cannot speak, or can only use written symbols to convey meaning to another civilization.

The robin shook his head, and wrote on the white paper next to his bed: "It's okay."

The painting lunatic reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth, smiled at the robin, and wrote, "Have the nurses left?"

The robin was facing the door of the ward. He glanced at the door and shook his head.

"That's good." The painting lunatic nodded.

"What's the matter?" wrote the robin.

"I just suddenly understood something."

"what?"

"After Uncle Dean left, I realized that there are no heroes in this world who have the strength to save others. The heroes standing in front of us may fall down the moment they stand up."

The robin seemed to realize something, stretched out his bony hands, and took the painting lunatic's hand.

"I'm fine," wrote the painting maniac. "I'm thinking, if life has to be a tragedy, I don't want to be a tragedy that's shattered and unaesthetic."

"After tonight, I'm the right person. I don't want to wait to die, I want to be my own hero." When I can still become a hero.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Robin looked at the painting lunatic.

"Can you watch the wind for me? I want to do something." The painting lunatic begged.

"it is good."

The painting lunatic took out from the bottom of the bed one by one the paintbrush, paint shovel, paint tray, paint, and an exaggerated feather hat that were glued to the back of the bed board.These were brought to him secretly by Dean Li.Robin stood up and blocked the door of the ward with his thin body.

The painting lunatic walked into the bathroom attached to the ward, untied the hair tie that tied his hair during the meeting, and looked at his plain-looking self with long brown curly hair hanging loose in the mirror.After a while, he lowered his head, adjusted the paint, and began to smear on his face with a brush.His swarthy face gradually became exaggeratedly colored.

The painting maniac looked at the face in the mirror that was no longer ordinary because of the colorful facial makeup, the corners of his mouth were curled up, and pure joy appeared in his eyes.

The birthday is approaching, and the uncertain death is about to bind his life. He feels the heavy darkness standing in front of him and peeping at him. enlarge.He once held his breath in the middle of the night and did not dare to breathe. He was afraid that every breath would attract the attention of the unknown being in the darkness.

But now he understands that even if some things are luxuries that are hard to find in this world, he should stand up from the darkness and draw a window to the light for himself.

The painting lunatic held the feather cap in both hands and put it on his head.He picked up the paint tray and paint, and walked out of the bathroom with his head held high.

"Thank you, robin." Whether the robin understood or not, he thanked the robin leaning against the door.His voice was weak, but his eyes were bright.

Immediately, he picked up a pen and began to paint on the wall of the ward.

He vomited blood from his heart to make the paint; he stripped the bones from his chest to make the paintbrush.He held his paintbrush as if he was holding his lifeblood, and vented all his emotions into colors one by one; he immersed himself in every stroke, and experienced the silence of the trough, the madness of the hopeless, and forgiveness together with all the colors The compassion and the stagnation of hatred, experience the enthusiasm and indifference, hope and hopelessness of life and death together.

During this process, there seemed to be distant sounds in my ears, like the sound of the door opening, like the sound of panicked footsteps, like roaring, like screaming.But that had nothing to do with him.All he could see was the wall in front of him.From noon to dusk, from dusk to dusk, from dusk to late night.

The hand that he held the paintbrush for a long time trembled like epilepsy, but he still didn't stop.He looked at his work like a suitor looking at his beloved lover, like a baby sleeping soundly in the arms of its mother.On the wall, his consciousness grew wildly, surpassing the sun and the moon.This is a clumsy painting full of errors and omissions that no one can understand, but it is his life, and it is the whole life he has tried his best.This stroke, the ice and charcoal enter the body, the moment of joy, this stroke, the heart is broken, and it is hard to find a friend.

In the end, he was sweating profusely and fell to the ground terribly injured.He was surrounded by people.When people looked at the wall covered with his paintings, they were shocked for the first time.

"Can you wish me a happy birthday in advance?" His vision gradually blurred, and the painting lunatic smiled weakly at the robin who walked beside him.

Robin nodded with red eyes.

A civilization away, the mute who didn't understand the language held the painter's hand with one hand and covered his neck with the other, making a broken and hoarse voice.

"Woo, woo, woo—"

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...

There are countless overlapping singing voices around me, like a choir in a church, like a welcome speech from a mysterious kingdom descending before us.

The painting lunatic showed his white teeth, looked at the robin and smiled: "You sang, it's really nice. I heard it."

The robin's throat moved, and weeping silently.

They are like lonely travelers in the world, clinging to each other for warmth.

The breathing of the painting lunatic gradually weakened, but there was a fulfilled smile on his face.

"May you...be forever...alone." At last, the painting maniac said to the robin.

The robin stared intently at the painting lunatic in front of him, watching that unruly face lose its last breath.

He heard it too.heard it!

The exchange of emotions finally broke the barriers of language and the barriers of civilization, allowing them to share joys and sorrows at the last moment, and let them embrace each other with their souls at the last moment.

The white light turned sideways and fell on the robin's face, reflecting his face into polarities of light and darkness.He lowered his head slowly, slowly, letting the shadows cover his face little by little.

After a while, he let go of the lunatic's hand and stood up.

There was an uproar in the ward.A red scroll on the ground, as if life has returned to the most primitive abstraction.

The author has something to say: The painting lunatic is probably the character who uses the most metaphors in this book. I originally wanted to give him a double ending, but it seems to have been written quite clearly. Orz, it can also be read as a double ending.