Eight Hundred and Fifty First Sudden Attack

"Huh? Ronan?"

Johnny, who had just finished his busy work and had a short respite, immediately connected to Ronan's call, and then heard a panicked and anxious voice from the other side of the receiver.

"...help...help...help...help..."

Johnny was bewildered.

In the next second, Ronan's panicked voice could be heard on the phone, "What's wrong with Ollie..."

beep.

The phone was hung up.

Johnny only felt his heart constrict suddenly, and an ominous premonition hit his heart, and he stood up abruptly, but because of too much force and too much anxiety, he became dizzy for a while, as if the whole world was in chaos, and his heart beat wildly uncontrollably stand up.

So does Ronan.

He felt that he was about to be unable to breathe, as if falling from the top of a mountain into an abyss, the acceleration of the free fall rang in his ears, all the sounds disappeared, his heart hit the ground fiercely and broke into thousands of pieces, the moment he breathed The moment was cut off, and it was clearly his own voice, but it sounded like a voice from outside the sky.

"Ollie... what's wrong with Ollie..."

The woman in front of her looked like she was in her early twenties, her long dark brown hair fell down like a waterfall, her slightly flushed cheeks were in a panic, her tears and snot were mixed together, and her eyes trembled with fear, big and big. Tears kept falling down, and he hugged himself tightly with both hands, but he couldn't say a word.

Ronan no longer had time to take care of her, strode forward, and directly broke into the hotel room.

"Ollie?"

"Ollie!"

Ronan was like a lost child, shouting and searching, but getting no response. The emptiness of silence was swallowing all of Ronan's courage. He didn't even realize the tears were falling, and he just tried to open his eyes wide. Eyes, trying to find Ollie's figure in the emptiness.

Ollie Love, where are you?

Then, he stopped with an emergency brake, and stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at the mess in front of him.

"God!"

The voice just disappeared deep in the throat,

As if suffering an electric shock, he stood there in a daze, motionless, and even forgot to breathe.

Brilliant golden sunlight penetrated the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell into the whole room. The white curtains danced in the breeze. The clear and clean light was like the holiest and brightest altar in the world. Ollie was lying there, quietly Lying there silently and lifelessly.

White powder scattered all over the floor, an overturned alcohol lamp and a spoon with dark brown marks, a belt tied to the veins of the right elbow, dirty needles that fell next to it, and faint drips on the ground that have not completely dried up The chaotic mess disrupted the sanctity of the altar.

Ollie just lay there quietly, with a bloodless face, like a sleeping angel.

Ronan stood there like a fool, his body trembling uncontrollably, he raised his head and looked around in a daze, trying to ask for help, but the broken focus only saw a golden light, and a wave of fear struck him overwhelmingly. My heart and stomach couldn't help but roll.

A sharp pain awakened the numb thoughts, and only then did he realize that the nails clenched into fists had sunk into the palm of his hand, and the sticky blood in his hand exuded a faint warmth, and then the paralyzed heart finally calmed down come over.

With a quick stride, Ronan rushed forward, patted Ollie's cheek lightly, and shouted in a daze, "Ollie, wake up, it's time for lunch. Ollie?"

However, Ollie didn't respond, and his hands were cold.

"Ollie? Ollie... Ollie, it's lunch time, Ollie, wake up, don't sleep."

Ronan seemed to lose his mind, and suddenly laughed, "Ha, Ollie, Happy April Fool's Day! You scared me, you succeeded, I admit, you are the king of pranks. Very good, I admit defeat , can you wake up? From now on, you will be the great prankster! I admit defeat."

However, Ollie still didn't respond, as if an angel had fallen asleep.

Looking down at Ollie whose lips were so pale that there was no blood, Ronan raised his eyes and looked around. What he saw was a dazzling golden halo, a mass of chaos, and he grasped a life-saving straw in the back of his mind.

"Cell phone, cell phone... 911... 911..."

He frantically rummaged through his cell phone, trying to dial the emergency number, but his hands were shaking uncontrollably, trembling violently, and even the act of pressing three numbers required all his strength.

take a deep breath.

Ronan, take a deep breath.

calm.

Ronan forced himself to calm down, "Ollie, it's okay, it's okay, there's still time, everything is still in time. Ollie, I'm here, I'm here, Ollie, don't worry, I'm here."

The phone finally dialed, "Hi, 911."

"Hello, this is Beverly Hilton, room 714, my friend is OD'd, now unconscious, hurry up, hurry up, please? Help, I need help, help, I need help, please, I need help, can you please hurry up?"

Ronan seemed to be crazy, his brain had stopped thinking.

"Sir, calm down, the nearest ambulance has been dispatched, please calm down, please? We will do our best..."

The voice in the earpiece gradually faded away, and finally nothing could be heard, only a roar surging above the eardrum.

Then--

"Ronan!"

A distant voice seemed to come from the depths of the universe. Ronan raised his head and looked over, and Johnny's panicked figure appeared in his sight.

When Johnny rushed into the room, he saw Ronan sitting on the ground, holding Ollie tightly in his arms. There was nothing left in those bright eyes, but there was nothing left but tears. Confusion and helplessness flickered in the heart, as if one could see the disintegration of the soul.

The world seems to stop at this moment forever.

Johnny's heart skipped a beat, a feeling of fear overwhelmed him, and then he saw Ollie motionless in Ronan's arms.

In an instant, the heart stopped beating.

Johnny tried his best to barely support his body, straightened his weak knees, kept standing, and strode forward, "Ronan, we will help Ollie."

Ronan stared at Johnny with wide eyes, and said every word clearly, without trembling, confusion or ambiguity, as if his reason had returned, "Johnny, save Ollie, hurry up, we need Hurry up, there is still time, there is still time, Ollie still has body temperature, I can still feel Ollie's heartbeat, Johnny, hurry up."

However, there is no warmth in the voice, just like a robot repeating the program language mechanically, and there is no vitality in the big pupils, only an unfathomable crash and chaos.

Johnny's breath was cut off in an instant, and his nose was sore. Looking at Ronan like Ollie, a kind of desperate collapse struck, but he still reined in on the verge of losing control, "Ronan Nan, we need to call 911..."

Ronan seemed to be grasping at straws, a light flashed in his eyes, "911, Johnny, hurry up, 911." He completely forgot that his mobile phone still dialed 911 and did not hang up, "Hurry up, let's hurry up!" Go to the hospital, Ollie needs help, come on, Ollie needs help."

hum...

The world was in chaos and chaos, and the golden sunlight burned like a raging fire, engulfing them all.