Chapter 203
"If you know this, how did you end up like that? To see me?"
He laughed.
"That man gave me a place to stay, gave me food, gave me money. I can't consider him a stranger."
"He just gave me money. If you lose a wallet, you can get a new one. It's no big deal."
Jongin said.
"That's different."
Paradise thought about it.
"If you really want him to survive, it's not impossible.
Although it takes a whole shipload of people to make the sacrifice, one or two less won't be a big deal. If you're missing, and he's missing, then, rounding it off, it can be considered as accompanying you, which isn't too much of a loss.
But it is absolutely impossible to give it to you directly.
Who knows what you will do to us once you have him safe?
There has to be a guarantee.
Although we are all familiar with each other, it is not a panorama, and there is no need to sign an agreement, but it is too hurtful for you to ask me to trust you with empty words. "
Jongin smiled at Paradise.
"Your teeth are a little sharper than before. Is it because he took care of you too well?"
Jongin asked with eyes wide open, teasing and curious.
Paradise's eyebrows twitched.
"That's not a nice thing to say."
Paradise said.
"Then what can you give me? After all, we are not moving in the same body now."
Jongin asked.
"I can't give you anything unless you have something for me to do."
Paradise said.
"Since you mention it," Jongin pulled out a bottle of medicine from his pocket. The medicine had no label or words on it. It was white, and the pills inside were also white. "Take the whole bottle."
He threw the bottle to Paradise.
Leyuan took the medicine and only the empty bottle was returned to him.
He examined it and smiled.
"I didn't expect your new friend to be so nice to you. Why else would you do this for him? Don't you want to know what this is?"
Jongin asked.
"What is this?"
Paradise asked.
"A special drug that can turn you into the waiters and stimulate your brain. Maybe you will have a new friend to replace that person in the future.
I think that's a good thing. Don't you agree?"
Jongin asked.
"I have no objection. Are you sure they will let him go?"
Paradise asked.
"Why not? He's just an ordinary person. But he'd better stay away from you. So he might forget some things about you.
Don't worry, he won't just open his eyes and forget all about you."
Jongin smiled at Paradise.
"How long have you been on this ship?"
Paradise asked.
"Not long.
I was here when you came, and I will leave when you leave, but not because of you, but for something else."
Jongin answered.
Rakuen nodded.
He suddenly found that his vision was a little blurry and his hearing was gradually declining. He tried to move his wrists, but the joints felt like rusty iron lumps.
He looked across and the figure disappeared into a puff of smoke.
Paradise smiled.
This is all that others can learn from his memory.
He lost consciousness.
The sea rose steadily over the top of the ship.
Half of the people died on the ship, and the other half were still breathing when they were rescued and sent to the hospital for treatment, but when they woke up they were completely crazy and could not answer any questions.
Paradise is the last one to wake up, and the least awake one.
He could feel his body moving, but he was sure that the person controlling the body was not himself, nor was it No. 2 or No. 3. There was indeed a new friend emerging from his body.
According to the order, this new friend should be number four.
Maybe it's because of the effect of that bottle of medicine.
This chaotic and rigid life lasted for a long time, and he felt as if he had entered a mental hospital, a remote and quiet place surrounded by lush green trees.
It seemed as if countless leaves had surrounded this place like a prison.
A gust of wind blew over and Leyuan shivered. Suddenly he came to his senses and found himself in his body.
He looked out with the eyes of this body. The blurred colors were still like an overturned palette, but the colors in this palette seemed to have too much water added, making them moist and overly pale.
It feels like a low-quality fragrance.
He sat motionless by the bed for several days.
He tilted his head and looked out of the window, seeing the sky bright and then dark, and then bright again after darkness, with red glow, golden clouds, misty sky, and gloomy wind.
Several days passed before he fully recovered to his previous state, but his movements were still a bit stiff and he suspected that this stiffness was due to the appearance of No. 4.
The appearance of No. 4 was undoubtedly the result of the bottle of medicine, which made us wonder what the people on that ship were trying to do.
He began to try to find out what had happened before. He asked the people around him, "Do you know that a ship sank at sea before?"
The patients looked at each other, some who knew had horrified expressions, while others who didn't know had dull eyes, opened their mouths and then fell silent.
Doctors and nurses rushed over and tied him up on the bed. They injected him with sedatives, as if he would get up and go crazy at any moment.
He realized that even if there were survivors on that ship, they would most likely become irritable and unable to control themselves once they remembered that incident and received an answer.
Or maybe the ones who survived would go crazy just thinking about the incident.
That is why the people around him are so alert and nervous. They are not worried about his life safety, but about the people around him.
That's understandable, but this place doesn't seem safe for the people around.
Paradise fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, he felt someone inserting a needle into his arm. His eyes were blindfolded and it was pitch black, he could not see anything. His body was still tied to the bed and he could not move, not even a finger.
He could hear the gurgling sound of the bed's wheels turning on the ground.
After an unknown number of days, the sound of the wheels gradually weakened. He gradually consumed the medicine in a daze, and his body developed some drug resistance. He then opened his eyes.
He noticed that he had stayed awake longer this time than last time. He realized that he might be getting there.
Sure enough, after the people around him made sure that he was very quiet, they gradually weakened their control over him.
The weight of the sedatives decreased, the number of restraints decreased, and even the cloth covering the eyes gradually became thinner.
He began to get up and move around.
He was moved from a solitary room to a place where many people were present.
It was much more lively here than before, but he felt a little uncomfortable because those people moved around as if they were in another world, with a thick barrier between him and them.
He was quiet for a long time.
He tried to ask people around him about the whereabouts and condition of the car owner.
This time, the people around him did not take him as a serious enemy, but they still quickly transferred him to a single room and kept him under strict control.
The house was very sturdy, with surveillance cameras and thick sponge pads to prevent him from accidentally killing himself.
Those people observed him for a while, and seemed to find that he would not go crazy because of this, so they released him.
In the quiet and pure white room, they considered for a long time before telling him that the person who brought him on board was just crazy, not dead, and was in another mental hospital.
His mental state has improved a lot, and he should be discharged earlier than you. Your condition is still uncertain, so we need to observe him for a longer time.
But don't worry, as long as you actively receive treatment, you will definitely have the chance to go out and see him.
After saying that, those people left quickly.
Rakuen nodded.
Although I don't know why those people think he didn't actively seek treatment, it's better to have a chance to get out than not.
Even if the verbal promise is false, it is better than nothing.
Although it was difficult for him to hold on to the slightest hope, he told himself that as long as he received treatment, he would definitely have a chance to get out.
I am afraid that when those people see him, they will not think that there is a one in a million chance that he can fully recover.
That's their business.
The park started operating inside the hospital.
He gradually resumed some of the things he needed to do in his normal life.
People around him said that he looked much more normal than before, and the patients around him also encouraged him, saying that he would be able to be discharged soon.
Although this has been said over and over again and has never really come true, it still sounds like comfort.
The days passed one after another.
Even if he convinced himself that he just had to wait, he was getting tired of waiting.
He thought he had to do something, otherwise life would be too boring.
He let No. 4 live his life in his place. No. 4 gained control of the body, but he lost consciousness and began to sleep in the spiritual world. He didn't know how long it had been.
When he is awake, No. 4 cannot control his body, and when No. 4 is in action, he cannot be replaced, but No. 2 and No. 3 do not seem to be affected by the alternation between them.
Paradise was not sure if this was just a temporary thing or if it would always be like this, so it tried several times.
The outcome of the matter seemed to be no different.
He even felt with horror that his body was almost completely accustomed to life here.
Habit meant that he might not be able to adapt to the local climate once he left. He found the possibility of such a future very scary, so he could not fall asleep due to the fear he faced day after day.
He couldn't fall asleep, so he couldn't lose his self-consciousness. Number Four couldn't go out at this time. His physical condition became worse, to the point where he needed to be given nutrient solution.
He could do nothing and didn't want to do anything except lie motionless in bed, receiving glucose injected into his veins through a syringe.
Life has fallen into a void that seems to have no end.
His memory began to become problematic, sometimes thinking that he was brought in for therapy by a friend yesterday, and sometimes thinking that the cruise party had just ended.