book of old days

Chapter 211 Insanity
Sean stared at the signature as if he were looking at a pool of blood.

The handwriting of the signature is very familiar, it is clearly his handwriting, the signature is very old, and the ink has faded, obviously it was written by him when he was in Nord.

But why, why John's name?This book is obviously written by myself—isn't it?

Sean recalled it for a while, the memory was a bit confused, but he vaguely remembered that he was right.

When John comes back at night, he will have to explain it well.

Sean spent the whole day recalling, recalling his experience in Nord, recalling all the things that happened when he first traveled there, and recalling the details between him and John.

The more he recalled, the thinner his past memory became. It was chaotic like a mess, vaguely intertwined, but the more he thought about John, the clearer he became. Every detail was vivid in his mind. Sometimes he had to use As the anchor in memory, John came to find his own past, but in that memory, he was like a looming shadow, erratic.

This made him feel terrified, and even faintly frightened.

He waited anxiously, constantly looking out the window, he needed an explanation.

At five o'clock in the evening, John finally came back.

He looked smug, with a playful smile on his face.

"Ha, didn't you rest on the bed?" John, who walked into the hall, seemed a little surprised to see Sean.

Sean shook his head, "I feel better, so I'll take a walk."

"Well, that's not bad." John said, but he felt a little careless in his tone.

"I went to Ulysses' party today, and I gained a lot. The old man has a big plan. There are many powerful people at the party. I think he is going to make big things. Although he didn't say it clearly, I It can be seen - I am a person who has always been very accurate in judging people, maybe I can join in and get some benefits."

He and I had a good chat, I think he wanted to win me over, I didn't say anything to death, I gave him a little hint that he must give me something to get on the boat, I think he should be able to go on the road.

Oh, by the way, I also met a beautiful woman at the party, who is also a member of the Rational Society, she seems to be a deacon, I am going to take her down..."

Sean listened absent-mindedly. John had a wonderful day, but the more he listened to Sean, the more anxious he became. He picked up the notebook, "Why is the pen name on it yours?"

John glanced at him in surprise: "What's so strange about this, I wrote this book in the first place."

"You wrote it, what are you kidding, it was clearly written by me!"

"How could it be? Have you forgotten that those two people came to us to ask for a draft, and then I started to write. Of course, you also provided some materials and suggestions, but I came up with the part about the main plot. Yes, think about it carefully."

Sean recalled, vaguely remembering such a thing, he felt a little confused, he scratched his head, and the dizziness hit again.

"No, no, there must be something wrong with it, what about the handwriting? This handwriting is obviously mine." He pointed to the signature on the notebook and said excitedly.

John picked up the pen and wrote a line on the paper, "Look, this is obviously my handwriting? If it was really written by you, why did you sign my name?"

Sean took a look and saw that the two handwritings were exactly the same.

Unbelievably, he also picked up the pen and wrote a line of words, but he didn't know if it was because of his weakness, his hands kept shaking, and the words he wrote were crooked, completely different from those in the notebook.

"Look, I didn't lie to you, you must be too tired, you'd better take a rest, maybe just sleep." John said and came to help him.

Sean instinctively wanted to refuse, but as soon as John put his hand on his shoulder, the feeling of weakness doubled. He nodded helplessly, and was supported back to the bedroom, lying on the bed, John looked at him with concern, telling him not to worry about anything, just rest more.

Sean fell asleep in a daze.

For the next two days, Sean was very confused. He felt that he seemed to have lost the concept of time. Sometimes when he woke up, he found that it was already bright outside, and sometimes when he woke up, it was dark outside again.

He kept recalling all kinds of things in the past, trying to find out the origin of the weirdness.

John kept comforting and taking care of him, and thoughtfully brought food and drinks to Sean. Sometimes he would read a new manuscript to Sean, and sometimes he would tell what happened today.

He seems to live a full and happy life every day. Sometimes he stays up all night writing manuscripts. In just a few days, John almost writes a book.

In stark contrast, Sean's listlessness, that feeling of weakness was intermittent, and sometimes he even felt that he might sleep and never wake up again.

Sean wasn't sure how long those days lasted, it felt like a day or two, but it felt like a long time ago.

This morning he finally woke up in a sunny dawn. Sean was lying on the bed, and his consciousness suddenly became extremely clear.

This feeling was very strange. He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, the feeling of weakness still lingered, but at the same time, there was a subtle sense of excitement, which was continuously coming out of his body, and his whole body was warm. Full of power.

This feeling of being weak and powerful is very contradictory. One moment he feels that he is omnipotent, and the other moment he feels that he will die at any time.His thinking was still a little confused, and strange pictures flashed before his eyes from time to time, without any specific content, but constantly disturbing his thoughts.

Can't lie down any longer, Sean thought to himself, this gloomy old castle made him anxious and worried, and the monster living in the tower made this feeling even more, maybe that's why he became so weak.

Sean even had some doubts, could it be that Oroin Ball was secretly casting some kind of heresy magic on him?
Sean decided to go out for a walk, get some air, and perhaps chat with old friends to relieve some psychological pressure.

Thinking this way, he planned to tell John and leave, but he walked around the castle twice, but he didn't see him.

"Where's John?" he asked, grabbing a passing gnome.

(The master is out, great lord.), said the dwarf's facial expression.

"Yes, I see, you go down." He said, suddenly felt that something was wrong, watching the dwarf's leaving figure, but couldn't figure out what was wrong?

Taking out a bottle of magic water, Sean downed it in one gulp.

"Magic door - open!"

The blue magic light flashed, and the picture of the living room of the apartment appeared in front of my eyes.

Sean raised his leg and walked over.

Returning to the old apartment made him feel much better. This familiar environment made him feel more at home than the gloomy old castle. Although it was a bit small, with only one bedroom, the study, living room, and bathroom were all very comfortable. Living in a home is much better than that empty old castle.

He paced back and forth between the study, bedroom, and living room, and Sean's mood gradually became peaceful.

When he walked out of the house, he suddenly felt something was wrong again. He turned around and glanced at his home. In the black and white photo hanging on the wall, a handsome man was smiling brightly.

He was in a trance for a while, and thought he saw John again, but after careful inspection, it seemed that he was not.

(End of this chapter)