Chapter 519 Let it flow, make it alive

Sir Egwene nodded, then slowly sat on a chair not far away, smiling:

"That's good, but you didn't come to me specifically to tell me the good news, right? Tell me, do you have anything you want to ask? I know you have a lot of questions in your mind right now."

Seeing that Sir Egwene got straight to the point, Linn stopped using those useless polite words and went straight to the point, saying:

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"Yes, I do have a lot of questions. Senior Bai Ye already told me about it when I was in a coma, but I still want to come over and ask you for advice in person. I want to know..."

Linn's expression slowly became complicated, and he looked at Sir Egwene opposite.

"What am I."

After saying this, the room fell into a brief silence.

He originally had many questions, but when it came to his lips, they only condensed into these four words.

Ser Egwene paused and slowly took off his glasses, still with a gentle expression on his face. Obviously he knew that Lyn would definitely come to ask him this question.

He looked into Lin En's serious eyes, smiled slightly, and said:

"You are Linn, a night doctor in our Night City. You are also the hope for the mistress and us to leave this world."

This wasn't the answer Lynn wanted.

But his eyes were as harmonious as the spring breeze, as if there was no answer, but he seemed to have given the answer he wanted.

The meaning of this sentence is also very simple.

No matter who you are, in our eyes, you are the boy named Lynn, a member of the Night Doctor, the hope valued by the Mistress and the source of many who are trapped by torture.

Lin En thought about it, finally took a deep breath and said:

"Thanks."

Sir Egwene looked at him, slowly closed his eyes, and said: "You do have some mysteries, and you are even the most mysterious person I have ever seen in this dark world, but this is not As for you, you have your own personality and cognition, but maybe your appearance..."

"It just fits a certain trajectory and... destiny."

Lin En's expression was serious and he said with shame:

"Sir, what are you doing with the Riddler and Bu Xing? Can you convert it into words I can understand?"

Sir Egwene was startled, but he couldn't help but laugh, then he shook his head and said with a smile on his face:

"Okay, let me make a more intuitive metaphor. Of course, these are all my unilateral guesses. I don't know whether they are true or not."

As he spoke, he lightly snapped his fingers.

And at that moment, the scene around them immediately began to change like a twisted kaleidoscope.

When Lin En opened his eyes again, he found that he had appeared beside a pond filled with birds and flowers. The sky was blue, the air was fresh, and it was so psychedelic that it felt like he had arrived in the upper world.

"This is..." Linn looked around hesitantly.

Ser Egwene sat on the edge of the chair with a smile, and did not answer him. Instead, she turned to look at the pond that was as quiet as stagnant water.

"See that pond?"

Linn glanced at him hesitantly, and then his eyes fell on the pond. He slowly drove the wheelchair over and leaned down to look at the pond.

The pond was so clear that it could even reflect his appearance clearly.

Quiet and peaceful.

But for some reason, Lin En felt vaguely ominous and strange.

Because the pond was really too quiet, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

And the more he looked at his reflection in the pond, the weirder he felt. He squinted his eyes and tried hard to find the source of the weirdness, which forced him to get up hard and look deeper into the pond.

And that is in the next moment.

His pupils shrank sharply.

He finally understood the source of that unknown and strange feeling.

Skeletons!

At the bottom of the pond, he saw countless pale skeletons that were densely packed and tied together, and those hollow skeletons seemed to be staring at him, making him feel a wave of pain all over his body. Chills.

"Lynn."

Sir Egwene's slow voice reached his ears, and his eyes instantly turned away.

When he turned around to look, Sir Egwene had appeared beside him at some point, with a vague expression on his face.

"What do you think of this pond?"

Lin En narrowed his eyes and said, "It's too quiet and has turned into a pool of stagnant water."

Sir Ivey stood with his hands behind his hands and said slowly: "Yes, it is too quiet, and if it is quiet for too long, it will breed poison, causing the creatures inside to die in pieces, making those living creatures suffer and die. cannot."

"Then what do you think can be done to save this backwater?"

Linn glanced at him, thought for a moment, and then said seriously: "Let it flow, revitalize it."

And that's when he finished speaking.

In the stagnant pond, a thin ripple suddenly appeared. Under Lin En's surprised gaze, a rotten little fish jumped out of the pond, splashing a little bit of spray, and finally dived back in again. In the pond.

And with the leap of the first fish.

As Linn watched, more and more fish jumped out of the water, struggling to jump higher.

One after another, jumping and failing.

Their final endings were the same. No matter how high they jumped, they would still fall back into the water.

Lin En stared at the scene in a daze. For some reason, he felt a little tragic.

Sir Egwen raised his head and said,

"Did you see it up there?"

Lin En raised his head and looked in that direction. On the high cliff, he seemed to vaguely see the traces of the waterfall and the mottled marks left by the years on the cliff.

"Is that a waterfall?" Lin En looked at him and asked.

Sir Egwene raised his head and said, "Yes, this pond was not like this before, because every once in a while, the waterfall would bring a majestic flow of water into this pond, injecting vitality and life into it again."

"Although the impact of the waterfall will also kill many big fish in the pond, making them hate it, but for most fish, the waterfall not only brings them vitality, but also brings them more space and opportunities."

Lin En listened solemnly, always feeling that Sir Egwene was hinting something to him.

"It has always been like this before, repeating over and over again, and the fish in the pond will not have too many memories, because their lifespans are very short, so short that they may not even see the waterfall fall once in their lifetime, so many fish have forgotten it."