The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 288 Memory ([-])

After this round, the whole game completely changed its taste.

Jill's body and mind were completely covered by a shadow, and Sissy was even more so. He could only moan helplessly, unable to speak or see.Although William looked fine, he was probably scared to pee. As for John, who was just holding the glass of milk, he still looked like a quiet old man.

Gossip less——

Since Jill couldn't get back the chips thrown out, the current number of chips has come.

Jill: 4 pieces

William: 5

Cisse: 1 pieces

John: 4 pieces

The next round also started immediately.

Here, I want to focus on Cisse, perhaps to keep the game going, the stripped places of Cisse have been filled with hissing black smoke, as if scorched by an iron plate Same, although it looks equally shocking, but at least it won't die from bleeding.

Of course, the current Cisse cannot see or speak, although it may be because he still has the last bit of fantasy, so he persisted desperately and continued this round, but... because of his There is only one chip left, so his ending is almost predictable.

Everyone turned over the cards in front of them.

Jill: stone

william: stone

Cisse: Scissors
john: cloth
This is read by the bartender, since Cisse is out of sight, then the score comes
Jill: 4 pieces

William: 5

Cisse: 0 pieces

John: 5 pieces

No reversal, no luck, Cisse, just eliminated.
"So, players, it's now the fifth round, and one of us has finally been eliminated, and that is Mr. Cisse." The gentle voice of the bartender came as expected.

Of course, at this moment, no one will be deceived by his smiling appearance.

And following the bartender's words, Cisse just disappeared under the gaze of the rest of the people.

"Woooo——" Jill seemed to finally be unable to bear it. She buried her face in her hands and began to cry.

"Miss Jill, it's not your fault. In fact, looking back on what Cisse has done to you, he should have deserved it." The bartender said lightly as before.

"May I ask, where did Cisse go?" William finally summoned up his courage and asked.

The bartender smiled: "Of course he should go, but although he is a loser, I can guarantee that he will not be punished"

Yes, as it was said in advance, failure will not be punished, but at this moment, this rule does not make the rest of the people feel at ease, because they feel that the game itself is a kind of punishment .

"Can I abstain?" Jill asked lightly, "I don't want to play anymore."

"Hehehe—of course not." The bartender smiled and said: "I asked at the very beginning of the game. At that time, no one wanted to abstain, so you have to continue the game."

Hearing such an answer, Jill buried her face in her hands again.
And at this moment, William and John, as the people with the most chips on the field, also had a headache again, and another memory hit.

And this memory is very special, because this memory is shared by John and William.

They are all sitting in an office facing each other.

The William in my memory is similar to now, with a suit and leather shoes, a standard successful person.

As for John, although he looked a little younger than now, his skin was paler, and his cheeks and eyelids had an unhealthy blush.

"William, first of all I have to thank you, without you, my wife and I would never have been able to build a drug rehab center."

William smiled: "It's nothing, I just passed this plan to those investors who are willing to pay."

"Okay." John nodded: "But... this time, I have more important things."

"Oh, please."

"I have cancer, a tumor, in my head."

"Uh, unfortunately."

"Yes, it's unfortunate, but there are even more unfortunate ones." As he said that, John took out a file: "This is my insurance claim list, a total of 31 items, 28 of which were returned. I don't know why."

William picked up the document, glanced at it lightly, and put it aside.

"Uh John, listen to me that your insurance clearly states that this is medical insurance, so all these claims must be used for medical treatment."

"Yes, I understand, but why the application was not successful, I mean, I spend a lot of money on this every year, but when I really get sick, I don't get a penny. "

"Because...you are an old man over half a century old." William was silent for a second or two: "As far as I know, brain tumors are very difficult to operate, so...we think that your treatment...is worthless."

"no value?"

"Uh, yes, it's worthless. No matter how much you heal, you won't be able to change the ending in the end. It's like falling off a cliff. No matter how much you wave your arms, you can't really fly, so."

"So. You just abandoned me like this?"

"I'm sorry John, but it's government policy and we don't have a lot of claims, so it should go to those"

"On someone worth saving?"

"Yes, thank you for understanding us."

In his memory, John raised his head and looked at William: "So, you think that life can be divided into 'worth saving' and 'not worth saving', right?"

William seemed uncomfortable being stared at: "No, I mean, it's...policy, you're getting too old, so...it's a pity."

John stood up slowly, picked up the claim list on the desk, and rolled it into a paper ball.

"Maybe the two of us have been talking about different things since the first day we met. You are talking about money, or some policy. But I am talking about life."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked out of the office.

After a trance, John and William woke up from their memories almost at the same time. William raised his head, and was surprised to find that John on the opposite side was also staring at him.

"Hehe, it's really interesting." John said lightly, "I didn't expect that I would be an old man who had cancer and was waiting to die, and the person who threw all my treatment claims into the trash can was sitting in front of me." .”

William tried his best to keep himself calm: "Hey, John, listen, I know you may have some resentment in your heart, but I don't think now is the time to be entangled in these things."

at this time.

"Then, everyone here, if you need my help, please feel free to send me."

(End of this chapter)