(Sorry, the new plot needs to be edited for a while, it is a bit late, and it is mid-month, where are your tickets!)

Suddenly, John coughed a few times.

He took out something from his pocket like a sprayer commonly used by asthma patients and sprayed it into his mouth.

Due to physical concerns, the jigsaw could not exist outside the Immortal Coffin Mansion for too long. Fortunately, in the hospital, whether it was Shirley, Quinn, or even Hannibal, he could produce some drugs for temporary suppression of his body's collapse. Therefore, with the help of this spray, the jigsaw could barely move outside for a period of time.

After a while, he looked at the clocks on the walls of the bar, and the time had already pointed to five forty-five.

He stood up and slowly walked out of the bar door.

This bar happens to be on Chels Avenue and is not far from the bus stop, which is why Jigsaw comes here to shelter from the rain.

Soon, John arrived at the bus stop, and the rain curtain above separated the rain water around. He looked at his watch and it was about to reach 6 o'clock, which was less than a minute away. However, the whole street was sparsely populated, and his eyes looked along the straight road, and there was no car...

"Is it late?" John said, looking down at the rain that spread to his feet.

But as soon as my thoughts came to this point, a bus slowly stopped in front of him.

John was slightly stunned. He raised his head and saw that the bus was painted gray-black, not many invitations in his hand, and the words [Dream] were marked in white fonts.

Well, it seems that this bus is what the invitation says to pick me up, but there was no one around the street just now... Where did this bus come out?

He was puzzled, but he didn't care too much. Maybe it was because the rain was too heavy just now and he didn't see it clearly.

Just thinking about it, he boarded the bus...

There is nothing special inside the bus. Except for the color of the seats, the color of the seats is still gray-black, and there are no two points except the driver and himself, which is no different from the usual bus.

So he walked back for a while and then sat down.

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A sudden feeling of weightlessness.

John felt a little dizzy. He slowly opened his eyes, and then was extremely shocked to find that what he saw was the lights of a huge city under the night sky. All of these lights were like fireflies, curled up at his feet, and at the same time, he was constantly moving away from him...

"I'm flying?" This was John's first moment of thought.

Immediately afterwards, he found that he was not flying, but was standing on an elevator. In front of him was a piece of transparent glass, which brought the scenery outside the window into his eyes, and he was rising rapidly with the elevator.

"Where is this? Why am I here?" This is his second thought.

Then, he turned his head and saw a tightly closed elevator door behind him. Next to the door was a row of buttons on the floor... In fact, it was a bit inaccurate, because there was only one button on the entire button board, and there was a wine glass on that button.

"What is this?" John murmured to himself as he looked at the weirdly designed buttons.

It was not until this time that John finally realized a problem that was more serious than all the questions above.

"Who am I...?"

......

Well, he is John, but there is no other information in this person's mind except for this simple name. It was not until he saw the wrinkles on his hands and touched his face that he finally remembered that he seemed to be an old man over fifty years old.

With a "ding", the sound of the elevator changed back to John's thoughts.

The elevator door in front of him slowly opened, and then a bar appeared in front of John.

John walked out of the elevator in confusion.

This is a bar with a somewhat retro decoration... No man and woman were wiggling their waists and buttocks on the dance floor, and no cold-dressed women were hilariously mixed with men. In fact, there were almost no people here, only gentle music echoed between the deserted walls.

In front of the elevator door is a bar counter with some chairs in front. Behind the bar counter is a wine rack. The bottles on it are colorful, and John can't name them.

In front of the bar, there was a man wearing a shabby long military coat. Although he was not very burly and not too tall, judging from his extremely short hair, he was undoubtedly a man.

And behind the bartender, there was a man wearing a bartender shirt. He looked very ordinary, or rather, too ordinary. The overly ordinary face almost made John unable to see his age. Although his hair was black, as long as he dyed it white, the other party would immediately turn from a young man in his 20s to an old man of about the same age as John. At this moment, he was wiping a wine glass with a handkerchief.

And these two people, plus themselves, are all the people in this bar.

John walked to the bar in confusion and walked down by a stranger.

"You want to drink something," asked the bartender, his eyes narrowed together with a smile, forming a slit with arc, and the pupils were hard to see clearly.

Instead of answering his question, John asked back, “Where is this?”

"Haha, I guess, your next question must be 'Who am I?'" the bartender said with a smile.

John felt that the atmosphere was very strange, but his mood did not have much ups and downs, as if he was not afraid of this strange anger.

"Yeah, who am I?" he asked as the bartender said.

"A good question, but there will be a few more guests coming later, so I hope you can wait a little while and when you are all here, I will answer it one by one for you, which will save a lot of time." The bartender still maintained his smile and explained to John: "So, do you want to drink something?" he asked again.

John hesitated for a moment, and he turned to look at the short-haired young man beside him. He noticed that the man's right hand was always wearing black gloves, and the strong smell of wine drifted away from the wine glass he was holding. It was imagined that it was definitely a very spicy glass of strong wine, but the young man was drinking it as if he couldn't feel anything strange... At the same time, he didn't look at himself, as if he didn't care about himself at all.

"A cup of hot milk." John finally said what he wanted to drink.

The bartender was stunned for a moment, and he seemed to have thought of something very interesting.

"Do you need to add more sugar?" he asked.
Chapter completed!