Chapter 958 “frozen life”

Anthony and Mills pushed Angela's cold body and took the elevator to the first floor. At this time, the neurology outpatient area was already off work. Fortunately, otherwise, others would have known that they were using the same equipment used to detect living people to detect brain waves for dead people.

We don't know yet what commotion it will cause.

Even so, they still dare not say anything, looking sneaky and acting very suspiciously.

As they pushed the cart to the door, Mills' cell phone rang.

"I found the necklace." O'Sullivan said on the other end of the phone.

"Very good." Mills said perfunctorily.

"That necklace is made of teeth." O'Sullivan added, "Have you ever seen anything so weird?"

Mills turned his attention to Anthony.

"It's very common for humans to use teeth to make jewelry." Anthony amplified his voice and said, "In some cultures, teeth are considered to have the ability to exorcise evil spirits. Queen Victoria once made jewelry from the teeth of the prey hunted by Prince Albert."

"You're talking about animal teeth, right, doctor?" O'Sullivan asked.

"That's right."

"Our technician said that the teeth on the necklace are human teeth. It is also common to use human teeth to make jewelry?"

"Some environmentalists use 'human ivory' to make jewelry. Is that necklace a recent product?"

"I look like an antique," O'Sullivan said in disgust, "I'll have it appraised."

"That's it, I turn off the phone." Mills said.

"Where are you……"

Before O'Sullivan finished speaking, Mills turned off the phone.

"Parents who discipline inconsistently can easily bring up rebellious children." Anthony said, "It is more dangerous to give freedom a thing later than not giving it from the beginning."

"There is something in your words, doctor."

"There is a social scientist named Davis. He discovered a pattern. After a long period of stable development, human civilization will undergo a period of regression. The French Revolution, the Civil War, and rapid development can bring high morale to people, but

Once obstacles are encountered, people will lose their fighting spirit, just like what French and German soldiers encountered in the Russian winter, and they were defeated like mountains." Anthony straightened his coat. "Once the child who eats chocolate biscuits after dinner stops,

If you give it to him, he will cry and he will feel that it is natural to eat biscuits after meals, and it will be difficult to set rules to prevent him from eating them."

"so?"

"Cigarettes and alcohol, not to mention marijuana, all have effects on the brain, and they are not difficult to obtain for today's teenagers."

"You want to quit?" Mills asked.

"I believe there is a soul, so what can I do? Nothing can be changed."

"Don't you think Angela wants to send us a message?"

"Then I should get a crystal ball, Mr. Mills, and change into wizard robes to suit the occasion."

Mills ignored him and opened the door directly and entered the testing room.

There is no huge equipment like CT inside, only a bed with a long table beside the bed. There are a lot of equipment on the table, and it even looks a bit crude.

"Computers also started with diodes." Anthony said, "It once required two rooms to fit in."

"Let's get to work." Mills turned around and closed the door. Anthony bent down, transferred Angela to the hospital bed, and then began to operate the instruments skillfully.

"She's as light as a feather," Anthony said to Mills as he started up the device.

Mills ignored him.

"I have a colleague." Mills said after a moment of silence. "He joined the police force with me. One day he went on duty on the street. He was shot, but he did not die. The doctor said he became a vegetative state and had some symptoms."

He might wake up one day."

"Is he awake?" Anthony asked, fiddling with the wires.

"No, I mean the last news I heard was that he hasn't woken up yet. I haven't contacted them for many years. But even if he wakes up, it doesn't mean anything. His wife has remarried, and he has no involvement in his daughter.

Growing up, when John pointed the gun at my head, for a moment I hoped that he could aim a little bit, so that I could leave cleanly without becoming a drag on others like him. If there is anything more painful than death,

Just lying there half-dead."

Anthony expressionlessly pressed the wire against Angela's cold skin.

"She waited for him for three years." Mills said tremblingly. "Everyone was trying to persuade her to give up. She is a loyal person, but you also know that miracles are hard to see. That's why it is called a miracle.

That’s the reason.”

"That priest asked you to wait for a miracle?" Anthony asked.

"He told me, don't let that bastard win," Mills said with hatred.

"I thought the church was about forgiving others, even if that person hurt you."

Mills laughed and said, "That's what I told him, 'If God gives me the ability to forgive, I want him to take it back.' I will never forgive that pervert. I took all the bullets out of the gun."

Yes, the prosecutor said I 'killed excessively', do you think so too, doctor?"

"I don't know, David, this standard is beyond human definition." Anthony said, "If someone hurt the person I love, I would be the same as you."

"Then do you have anyone you love?"

"Unfortunately, no." Anthony looked at a corner of the room and said, "The first step of friendship is sincerity."

"No one can enter your life?"

"There are many people who want it, most of them are women, but they don't get what they want from me, and they all leave in the end."

"Where's that Julie you drove to find in the middle of the night?"

"She has a boyfriend who is about the same age as her."

"Your personal life sounds really boring."

"You can understand that I like purity."

"Do you find it interesting to live like this? Doctor?"

"No." Anthony attached the last wire and stood up.

After powering on, the instrument made a buzzing sound, and at the same time ripples appeared on the paper tape.

"She's still here." Anthony looked at the ripples on the paper and said, "That's Angela."

"Do you think she will answer our questions?" Mills asked.

"I don't know, this is the purpose of our coming here, isn't it?" Anthony made a gesture of invitation, motioning Mills to ask a lying corpse.

"Who killed you, Angela? Was it Scout Davis?" Mills asked.

What appears on the paper tape are still seemingly meaningless ripples.

"That necklace, is there something wrong with it?"

Still no response.

"You're wasting your time, David." Anthony said from the side. "And there are dollars."

Mills ignored Anthony. He stared at Angela's face, as if waiting for her to sit up suddenly and say something.

"Can you leave for a moment?" he said to Anthony after standing for a while.

Anthony left simply. After the door closed, Mills sat next to Angela and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear.

"I was told that when angels came, I could feel hope and courage. When I killed the man who killed my wife and daughter, I told others that I felt guilty and that I shouldn't have done that.

, but I only tell you, I feel very happy, as if an angel has implemented the judgment through my hands. The doctor just said that after 37 hours, your brain waves will disappear, and your soul will disappear, but

I know that is not true. You are transforming, just like a butterfly taking off its cocoon. You are changing from a mortal to an immortal soul. I know you are very busy now, but I need your help now."

Mills whispered, but there was no response. Just when he was about to stand up, a girl's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Knock, knock," the girl said.

"Who is where?" Mills asked.

The girl didn't answer.

"Angela, is that you?"

"Don't turn around," the girl said.

So Mills turned his head away again.

"Did the devil kill you?" Mills asked.

"He is very dangerous." The girl said, "Be careful."

"Danger? Who is more dangerous, Scout or Ethan, I mean the one who hypnotized you?"

"This world is not real." The girl said, "Do as I say!"

"What do you want me to do?"

“Pray for the sinful rather than condemning them.”

"What?" Mills's features wrinkled up in disgust as if he had eaten a stale pickle.

"When humans have no faith at all, they will perish like wild beasts," the girl said.

"This world is not real, so even if it disappears, it is just waking up from a dream. Can I understand it this way?"

No one answered him.

"Angela?" Mills tried to ask, then turned to look behind him. Naturally, there was no one there.

It's like everything is an illusion.

It is necessary for the plot, not my own opinion. In addition, "men will perish as well as beasts" is what Charles Dickens said in his letter to The Times about public executions.
Chapter completed!