Rumi: He is not River!

Elliot spontaneously raised an eyebrow, it seemed that the woman in the doorway said something just now, but Elliot didn't hear it. "Sorry?" he said, maybe he didn't listen to it.

But the woman shook her head slowly before finally entering this room. Inside there was only her, who was waiting for a prospective assistant who would take care of her for some time to come.

"Please have a seat," Elliot begged, pointing to the sofa in front. Rumi obediently complied.

"I don't want to mince words. I've seen your profile before. Right away, I want to offer you something.

Rumi's facelifted. She looked at the man's face calmly and didn't say anything, waiting for Elliot to finish his sentence.

Elliot changed his seat, "I was quite interested in your old job, a former spy agency, and then switched professions to become an actor's assistant. Before you run, did you know the case that happened to me?"

Rumi's brows dipped. She didn't expect this man to ask that. It would complicate her plans if she lied because everyone knew about the case. "Yes, I know. But it doesn't seem like a problem." Rumi answered.

Surprisingly, Elliot smiled broadly, making Rumi worried. "Is that true? You think so, don't you?"

The man got up from his seat and walked over to Jo Rumi. "Your answer is not what I expected, Jo Rumi."

From this close distance, Rumi can no longer think fast. Only the figure of her late husband is in her head, who is very similar to this person. He just looked down and didn't say anything.

"Alright, I won't dig anything out of you. It's just that I want to offer you something." Elliot turned his face away from Rumi.

"You have to take care of me. Being a spy means you have a physique and strategy worthy of praise. For the next two weeks, I will test you, whether you are worthy or not to work under me." Elliot explained in a haughty tone. As usual, he didn't really like small talk.

"You can go. Starting tomorrow, you must be at my apartment at nine in the morning. Debbie will tell you about your work tomorrow," he continued as he returned to his original sitting position.

After fifteen seconds, Rumi still hadn't moved since her eyes had not left Elliot. Even her heart was still beating fast.

Is this a dream?

This can't be a dream. But why are there two people who are the same in this world? There was no physical difference at all between Elliot and River. Also, River can't come back to life, and it's not a fantasy comic.

"Any question? It looks like you're still confused."

Elliot's voice made Rumi wink. She shook her head slowly and then got up from her seat. "Excuse me," she whispered and walked towards the exit.

Elliot, staring at the woman's back, suddenly stopped him. "Wait," he said, making Rumi stop.

Staring in silence while remembering, Elliot felt familiar with that face. "Have we met before?" asked Elliot in a curious tone.

"No, sir."

"Are you sure?" Elliot repeated.

Rumi smiled shyly, "of course, and there's no way we'll ever meet because I'm from Russia."

***

Reading about the world's hidden conspiracies hurt Elliot's head, even though he had promised his doctor not to stay up late just to read a book, let alone a book with a serious discussion.

It was two in the morning, but Elliot was reluctant to sleep.

Yes, for the past year, he has had nightmares. The thought of the death of former lovers always haunts me like a frightening specter. In addition, he also often has strange dreams where the dream always repeats when he feels anxious.

Tomorrow was his regular visit to see Portia—his doctor. It just so happened that Portia said she would tell him something fundamental, so she decided to clear the schedule.

And also, Debbie said the police would withdraw from the Elliot case because Harris kept pressing for the police to inform him of the development of the possibility that happened to him. Harris was fighting for it to the end because there was no substantial evidence to establish himself as a suspect.

There was something in Elliot's heart, and he had always thought about it. Something was wrong, according to him. His meeting with Jo Rumi left a vague impression, and the woman had a secret that made Elliot very curious, especially since he felt he had seen the woman before.

"Jo Rumi..."

The more Elliot forced himself to remember. The more his head hurt, he couldn't remember where they first met. Moreover, the woman herself claimed to be from Russia, and maybe it was just her hunch that said.

***

This all-white room made Elliot feel bored, and he had been in the office of his doctor, Portia, for more than two hours.

"I shouldn't have gone to the hospital," whispered Elliot when he realized his decision to come to the hospital. "Portia should have come to my apartment."

As he mumbled his sighs, the brown door shifted, and a blonde-haired woman entered the room. Portia is done with today's surgery schedule.

"Oh, there's Elliot here. I didn't expect you to be willing to wait for me," he joked when he saw his friend's annoyed face.

"You should pay more attention to me, Portia. I'm your most loyal patient, don't argue with me on that one." Elliot straightened his seat and walked over to Portia, who was laughing loudly.

"Okay, this time you win, Elliot." Portia's laughter still wasn't over, struggling to hold back a smile so that Elliot wouldn't get upset again.

Coming to this hospital was full of struggles, especially since Elliot decided to go alone. He told Jo Rumi not to come in with the excuse that he didn't want to be disturbed. There are many paparazzi who are seen taking pictures of him openly. Like it or not, he has to be indifferent to the sake of his prestige and popularity.

As silence fell between them, Elliot suddenly remembered something significant. The goal here is to ask about the disease. He was very curious.

"Portia, tell me the results you found about the disease."

Portia understood very well how Elliot's intense curiosity wanted to know about the disease. However, Portia could not say clearly to this patient and friend because the disease in question was unlikely to be found.

"Elliot, you'd better forget about the disease. I mean, no human has ever had it."

Portia's words just now made Elliot's face gloomy. His friend didn't want to help him either. "Don't you want to help me? What a harsh sentence, Portia."

The woman with long hair in a white suit shook her head vigorously, "Don't assume anything. My words are not as bad as you think, Elliot. Well, you better not think about such a fictional disease!" Portia's tone rose an octave.

"My guess is right, and you don't want to help me. You better be honest from the start, and I don't have to waste time coming here."

Elliot got up from his chair. He had been waiting for more than a month for an answer from Portia, and he had always been patient. But now look what he got! Portia instead told him to throw away his curiosity.

"Why do you want to know about that? If you want an answer from me, tell me what happened to you, Elliot." Portia's words managed to stop Elliot's steps.

"I think you know the answer, Portia. I was curious about the disease because it was quite related to me. Ah, never mind. It's useless for me to talk to you. In the end, you don't want to help either."