"I know a lot of people want me to die. They've been waiting for a long time." Crick sat in a wheelchair and was being pushed slowly by Amyveile along the streets of the Keane City. He looked at the pedestrians on the streets, searching with his special abilities for those who were particularly unfriendly, and said casually, "But I won't make them happy too soon. Of course I'll die, but not now."
Amyveile tried to squeeze out a smile, and nodded. "Hm."
"I know all of you guys don't believe me now. Everyone thinks I'm dying. To tell you the truth, I really can live a lot longer!" Crick laughed as he spoke, but he couldn't help coughing. He put his hand over his mouth and coughed heavily several times. Then he put his hand into his pocket as if nothing had happened, but Amyveile had clearly seen a smear of blood in his palm.
Her body trembled, and she made a great effort to hold back her tears.
