Although this result is sad, it does not make people think it is tragic.
Because this is not the end of the novel.
Emotional medicine is not a real antidote. As time goes by, Jamie must increase the dose and reduce the interval to prevent emotions from disappearing from his life.
On the last page, decades have passed. Jamie still maintains the appearance of a young man in amazement, but he is about to lose his emotions completely as he develops resistance to emotional medicine.
When the last bottle of potion dissipated in his stomach, Jamie finally realized that the reason why he wanted immortality was because he could clearly perceive all the good things in this world.
But he abandoned them on the way to pursue eternal life.
The story ends here.
It’s hard to imagine that Irene would look at such a small child. Maybe the indifferent housekeeper likes to look at it?
After putting together "The Sound of Misery", Lu Li put it beside him, looking at the burning fire and thinking while the sea breeze sounded outside the wooden house.
Rather than the story itself, Lu Li paid attention to the similarities between the male protagonist and Anna.
Anna has also lost the same things, touch, smell, taste, and emotions that are being consumed by the breath of the other world.
Jamie has the emotional potion to survive, but Anna can't. The only cost of possession is to hurt humans.
The only way to solve the problem seems to be waiting for a reply from the Demon Slayer Association or asking a merchant.
After reading the entire book, there are still less than two hours before dawn.
There are not always weird things around the elm forest that one would not dare to venture into. For example, not long after Lu Li thought about it, a distant sound of a ship's whistle came from the sea not far away.
No ships would come to Belfast, especially at night when the strange fog shrouded it.
The sound of the ship's whistle sounded at intervals from far to near, pausing for a moment somewhere, which seemed to be Rodster Harbor, and then continued to move away until it disappeared into the thick and gradually brightening mist.
The night left quietly.
…
It’s another early morning when I don’t know what day of the week it is.
After the bronze bell outside the wooden house complex rang, the underground residents walked out of their homes one after another and headed to the open-air canteen.
They are almost used to living underground.
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Apart from the lack of sunlight, on-demand distribution and a depressing underground environment, it's not much different from the ground. Although there is no sunlight on the ground either.
And it's safer here.
The menu changes every two days, but only for lunch and dinner. There are not many choices for breakfast: bran bread without sawdust, because wood is more scarce than wheat. Mashed potatoes with chicken soup and milk mixed with half of the water.
, or water with milk added. Unexpectedly, the shelter also raised a herd of cows.
Lulu pushed the Baron to the open-air dining hall.
Tesla arrived earlier than them and was pouring chicken soup into mashed potatoes.
"I thought you wanted to sleep a little longer." Eileen said, breaking up the brown bread and throwing it into the wooden bowl of chicken soup.
Tesla has to do the work of two people these days, seemingly tirelessly.
As for whether it is really to build a shelter or to numb his heart, only he knows.
The underground residents gathered around the long table and took advantage of the rare free time to talk. Occasionally, loud laughter could be heard from a certain table.
Halfway through breakfast, the daily daily report from the shelter was delivered.
Lulu picked up Eileen's share and went to get Tesla's share.
"You don't have to give it to me," Tesla said, his voice hoarse. "I don't want to see this."
If Irene knew Tesla's story and the importance of Adangfuya to him, maybe she would praise him. Unfortunately, she didn't know. Irene only saw Tesla's cowardice in escaping, which made her despise: "You are better than
A woman without legs is still a weakling."
"Whatever you say." Tesla replied nonchalantly, with a blank look on his face.
Erin ignored it and opened the newspaper. After reading a few lines, her eyebrows suddenly raised.
"I thought your name was Michael Tesla?"
"Is there anyone else named Michael here?" Tesla was still stirring the mashed potatoes in circles with a spoon.
Lulu answered in Irene's ear: "There is only one Michael among the 685 residents and managers of the shelter."
"That should be you." Eileen seemed to have discovered something interesting, and pushed the newspaper in front of Tesla: "Someone wrote you a letter. It's really generous, and it was actually published in our newspaper."
"And very smart." Lulu added with appreciation.
Tesla's dull eyes finally changed, he stopped turning his wrist, and his eyes fell on the newspaper.
【Michael, it's me...are you okay there?】
[The gentleman who is as mysterious as the night but full of compassion received your letter and took me back to his refuge]
[It’s very safe there, maybe not as safe as your place but... very safe]
[When the weather is good, I can vaguely see our former home. I am glad that the weirdness did not damage it. Whenever I look there, I will think about every day of our life... I miss you very much]
[They said we couldn’t contact you. Fortunately, Mr. Mystery helped. He came up with this idea, which cost some money]
[Michael, I don’t know how long I can hold on and whether I can wait for your return before my consciousness dissipates, but I will keep waiting]
[Also...see you in a few days. Mr. Mysterious said I can keep writing to you]
The paused wrist turned again, and Tesla's voice was hoarse as if he hadn't drank water for several days, but the numbness disappeared: "Thank you, and I think I wrote the following for you."
This letter brings Tesla's soul back with him.
"mine?"
Irene took the newspaper back strangely, skipped the "touching part" and looked at the bottom.
It was an IOU. The short sentence pattern seemed to make Eileen see him explaining to herself calmly while wearing a black windbreaker.
The content was very simple. He had borrowed a batch of books from Eileen's library. If she could come back, she could go to that bedroom and find a note with his location written on it.
It sounded fanciful, but Erin knew that "that bedroom" was the bedroom where Sarah had lived.
"'Mr. Mysterious' is you talking about Lu Li?" Irene raised her head and asked Tesla.
It is obvious that the appearance of the two letters in the newspaper cannot be a coincidence.
Tesla nodded: "The person who wrote to me is Adangfuya, my wife."
Discussions began to sound around the long table, and the underground residents discovered this strange content that was not news, but more like a letter.
However, not many people know Tesla’s name, and even if they do, they would not associate it with the head of the investigator.
Next, Tesla told Irene and Lulu about the letter with the code word he sent to Lu Li. Lu Li did not disappoint him, he discovered the code word and brought Adang Fuya back.
"So you've been acting like a zombie these days because you're worried about your lover?" Erin asked.
Tesla did not deny it.
Outsiders would not understand how important Adangfuya was to him.
"It seems that today we won't see people working like cows." Eileen was very happy that Tesla could regain its fighting spirit, but what made her angry was——
"That bastard actually only wrote a few words to me!"
