On the evening of the day when the plan to steal money from the bank was implemented, Robin, under the guidance of the doctor who had treated Ford, came to the nurse who was responsible for taking care of him after he was transferred to the hospital on the grounds of investigating his medical history as his friend.

"My name is Robin. I was introduced here by Dr. Rajette from the Vatican." Robin held a small notebook and a pen in his hand, "I want to ask you about Mr. Ford.

"

After so long, the nurse was also dim-sighted: "Well...yes, I am in charge of Ford."

"Can I ask you about his condition at that time?" Robin asked.

The nurse flipped through the pages of pathology reports and muttered: "He has been staying in our hospital for two months. After he was discharged, he was planning to come to the hospital regularly for rehabilitation, but he received a contact from the court saying that there was funding from the foundation.

We won’t know about him later.”

"How was his mental state after the accident?"

The nurse replied: "He lost his memory about the accident, but there were no problems with his basic mobility and verbal communication skills. So we took care of his mental side and started training by memorizing notes. As far as we can see, his

My mental state should have returned to calm."

"What are memory notes?" Robin scratched his chin and asked in confusion.

"Write down the rules of hospital life, medication, bathing and other schedules, as well as basic information about him. It can be regarded as a kind of diary." The nurse said.

Robin seemed to see the possibility of finding out Ford's crux, and said excitedly: "What impression do you have after reading his notes?"

"I think he is a weird kid..."

"Do you still have the note?" Robin asked.

"Well, I heard that you were coming, so I took her out to see her again after thirty years."

"Can you let me see it?"

The nurse paused and said with some embarrassment: "Although you are Ford's attending doctor, you are the attending doctor in a private clinic after all. It is not convenient for you to see..."

Robin looked closely at the nurse's face with firm eyes: "I'm not here as a doctor." He stood up and pressed his hands heavily on the table: "I'm here as a friend!"

"This... this..." The old nurse was stunned for a moment, and the sweat on his face was seeping out uncontrollably. Facing this strong doctor who was almost as tall as him and a half,

He seemed to have no solution at all to this situation, "Please, please give it some time and I'll ask my superiors for instructions!"

"I consider myself to be his true friend, that's why I care so much about him. I hope you can give me his diary at that time, please..." Robin did not use force to force the other party to submit, but

He bowed quietly to the other party and said, "Then I'll come back another day."

Although there was no real gain today, at least it gave Robin a little hope of victory. On the way back to the clinic, he passed by the Security Department. Tucker James reportedly lost his gun and Xiaoshile happened to pass by.

The scene of the cross talk competition's loser's resurrection battle. Although it has ended long ago, the stools have not had time to be taken away. Jaz and Ericon were also here during the day for their last competition of the year.

Why is it said to be the last game of the year? Not only because this year is about to come to an end, but also because Ericon's mood inexplicably lost control on the stage. The situation was actually very good at the beginning. Merlin and Sheldon

I happened to have nothing to do and went to the cross talk competition. They also witnessed this inexplicable scene.

"Hello everyone, we are the Tijin group." Jaz held his hands solemnly and repeated to Ericon again, "Hello everyone!"

Ericon spoke first: "I regret nothing in my life."

Jazz pretended to be shocked and said: "What happened to you all of a sudden?"

"As soon as I finished speaking, I regretted it again. I felt that it was too negative."

"You think too much, it's okay." Jaz already knew what joke he was going to tell next.

"Then how can I not regret it?"

Quit was sitting upright in the audience. He watched the performance of the two men nervously. He also knew that the success or failure of this group depended on this. Merlin and Sheldon were sitting behind Quit. The little boy couldn't understand this kind of thing.

He yawned loudly. To be honest, he did it more to bask in the sun.

"I can only try my best to live and have less regrets." Jaz said easily.

"Isn't it in some movies?" Ericon looked at Jaz, who had been working with him for fourteen years. "A child goes into a time machine to meet his parents."

"Indeed." Jaz smiled, "If you have something you regret, you can go back in time and solve it. It's quite touching."

Ericon raised his head and said thoughtfully: "It would be really touching if my own children who I haven't met yet came to meet me. I kind of want to experience it."

"Okay, let's do a paragraph!" Jaz rubbed his hands in interest. The joke they wanted to use was the content of the time machine.

Ericon suddenly covered his face in worry and said, "I didn't say anything weird just now, did I?"

"Huh? Why do you regret it again? It's okay, I'll act." In fact, the acting skills of these two people are quite good.

"Really? Let's have a scene." The two immediately faced each other and took a step back. The short and fat Ericon was the son, and the tall and thin Jazz was the father. Ericon stared at Jazz affectionately and said, "Dad!

"

"Are you...?"

"I am your... five-year-old son." I don't know why the five-year-old son traveled back in time machine, and this son stretched out his hand and wanted to hug his father, "

Dad, the dad who gave birth to me five years ago!”

"Then I will die within five years!" This hidden rule is common in the film. Jaz pretended to be angry and complained loudly, "Looking at my son like this makes me know that I will definitely die. You can see it at a glance.

Got it!"

The audience roared with laughter, and some even clapped their hands. And Kuite, who was staring closely at the stage, couldn't help but reveal a smile of relief. The performance continued.

"I can't help you with anything! I'm sorry! Dad!" Ericon always felt that he had vented all the grievances he had suffered recently in his performance.

Jaz's eyes widened and he said, "We are helpless. Isn't it just that my father is going to die, so he brought medicine back five years later to save people? Then you might as well not come!" After that, he said fiercely.

Turn around.

"But that..." Ericon was stuck.

"Do you have any other regrets?" Jaz turned around, and he was also a little stunned.

"Uh..." He turned around and faced the crowd of people in the dark audience. He blinked helplessly, "That's right..."

He forgot his lyrics. That’s right, Ericon, who had repeatedly played with his partner before going on stage to perform, suddenly forgot his lyrics. Jazz turned his head blankly and looked at the equally dull Ericon. He didn’t believe that forgetting his lyrics was so low-level.

Mistakes will happen to such people.

Suddenly, Jazz frowned, and the expression on his face naturally turned to anger. Or rather, he was openly angry at everyone in the audience: "There are so many things I regret!"

"So what else do you regret?" Jaz was so anxious that he wanted to remind the other party of what was going to happen next, but the series of things that followed were beyond his expectation.

"You're so annoying! Bastard! I even regret partnering with you!"

"What do you mean?"

Ericon completely ignored the feelings of the people in the audience and snarled at McBig Pente. Even Quitte in the audience was dumbfounded: "I regret being an artist. I shouldn't pursue any dreams! I'm sorry for you." I also regret the matter of my partner. You also said that I can't keep up with the times... It's because your original intention has disappeared, okay? You still blame me, what's the use of blaming me! It's obviously you who are holding me back, but you still What nonsense are you spewing here! I even regret participating in this damn cross talk contest!"

Obviously, once these words were spoken, the possibility of the loser's resurrection and victory dropped to zero. When the two of them walked off the stage, Ericon, who had vented his anger, did not even dare to look at the dull-faced Jaz. Can I take a time machine and go back to when I was about to go on stage?
Chapter completed!