He lay down on the toilet floor tiles, his eyes open, but could see and hear nothing.

The only thing he could feel now was that his consciousness was gradually leaving his body, and his heavy eyelids and fatigue troubled him, forcing him into a desperate, and the dark dormant...

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The last whisper came from the old man's mouth. But his voice was so light that he couldn't even hear it himself.

"Save...my son..."

"I'm dead...can...but...who will..."

"Save...my son..."

"Anyone... can..."

"Anyone...everyone......"

The old man's tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

Then, it mixed into the pool of blood on the tiles and disappeared...
Chapter completed!