Jean Of Bright City 13

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"Welcome to my kingdom, the kingdom of the lunatics."

As soon as he entered the main building of the hospital, Fry turned around with a smile, and bowed to Jean and Tang Yao.

"Don't make a fuss, Frye, this place always feels like a wraith will suddenly come out."

Tang Yao said, looking around left and right, pulling Jean’s arm, and Fryhaha laughed, and for a moment his voice echoed in the empty aisle, and he took the two to continue walking through the darkness leading to the graveyard In the corridor.

"Miss Tang Yao is still as always, and some are afraid of these things!"

"Little Frye, women are naturally afraid of these things. This is natural and there is no way to reverse it."

Gradually, you can see the light, and the huge cemetery in front of you. A huge black column writes the land of the dead.

After Jean and Tang Yao walked past, Jean put down the flowers in his hand and looked at the ashes in the mud. Before the death of the people, they would all have their own cemetery, but now it is different. If there is no place for ashes in their homes, they will generally be handed over to the treatment center, who will throw the ashes into the gully in batches.

Frye sat quietly in front of the ashes, which is also one of the important sources of income in the psychiatric hospital. The family can pay a little money to put the ashes box here. More than 200,000 ashes have been placed here , Only 20 cm high and 5 cm long barrel-shaped ashes.

And Frye never asks for price, he can give as much as he wants.

At this time, Jean and Tang Yao closed their eyes, both of them bowed their bodies, their hands pressed against their chests, and in sadness, Tang Yao's face revealed a clear sorrow.

Fry smiled helplessly, smoking a cigarette, looking at the ashes in the cemetery.

"My parents, brothers, sisters, and younger brothers are here too. At the beginning of the brilliant city, my father joined the army here, but when the conflict was too difficult to talk about, my father fell into the war, when I was 3 years old. Now, I still see these memories occasionally, like a nightmare that is lingering."

After a while, Jean and Tang Yao both looked at the cemetery quietly, and Fry stood up and walked quietly to a casket before crouching down.

"Mr. Jean, Miss Tang Rao, there are also countless friends of you who are sleeping here, watching people grow up again and again, watching people die and times, and times change, but you gods can only bear everything, think about it Perhaps you are the saddest, friends and loved ones will only eventually die."

"What's the matter with Frye."

Fry quietly rubbed the surface of the urn.

"I may also be dying, Mr. Jean, Miss Tang Yao, I really thank you before, and taught me to believe in this kind of thing, so I took root in this mental hospital, that is, those guys who are unhappy outside, this is As if it were my own and my own challenges, I have wanted to give up many times, but I know that when I left here, it was the death of these lunatics. The grass and trees here are all my hard work over the years It’s a pity that no one wants to communicate with lunatics because they think they are not normal people, or they are no longer human.”

Both Jean and Tang Yao knew that Frye, who had a bright future at the time, was the same period as Huashen, and the two men who were most likely to become the chiefs of the 4 Sections were also friends. Chose to come here.

At that time, no one here was willing to manage or take over. Many people in the city suggested that as long as the mad people were sent directly to the barriers, many madmen did a lot for the bright city when they were still conscious Contribution, Fry finally stood up in the Congress Hall, saying he was willing to take over everything here, when many people thought he was crazy.

Frey stepped in without looking back. One of his ears was bitten off by a madman the first day he came in. Then, in a riot by the madmen, he was severed with two fingers, dying, and then Sometime a lunatic pushed him to the waste disposal tank, the acid eroded most of his body, and there was a visible burn on the back of his hand.

Jean walked behind Fry and squatted a hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry, Frye."

Frye shook his head with a smile.

"My belief is different from yours, Mr. Jean, Miss Tang Yao, you only hope that the city can continue to the bright future, and I only hope that this group of guys can be cured, and obviously just sick, as long as you find a way Just cure it, even if it is not cured, at least let them work and live like normal people. They are just the product of this deformed society, the epitome of the bright city."

Jean smiled and stood up.

"Things may turn a little bit, Fry. After all, someone has to do something, someone is willing to do it, they have different positions, different beliefs, I never feel that I am superior, after all, I am a person, as a person Something can't be touched, sorry."

Frye smiled and stood up.

"This year, the two of you are able to come over. I am really happy. Although the place is a little bit worse, I make a small dish and want to have a drink with both of you."

A meal was in a small room on the second floor of the main building, and he ate it happily. Fry made some small dishes with the potatoes he received today and the vegetables in the field, and made a little bad wine. En Tangluo drank.

The blood-red light dispersed, and under the dim street lights, Jean and Tang Yao walked out of the mental hospital, and Fry followed them.

"Alive and well, Little Frye, after all, the guy here needs you, because you never discriminate anything, just go face to face."

Frye bowed and watched as Jean and Tang Yao disappeared a little bit on the path that went up. There was a sad color in his eyes. After a while, tears flowed out, and soon two lines of clouded tears hung On his face, Frye gradually cried like a child, and the mental patients behind him, although Mu Na came out, his eyes were dull, but he didn't seem to want to see Frye cry, like a comforting siege. next to.

"Sorry, Mr. Jean, Miss Tang Rao, sorry, to cause trouble for you, but ah... I have never been able to abandon what you have taught me, I cannot give it away, only to you To initiate a challenge, the future of humanity needs to be linked."

Fry stood up and stared at the dark and dim block in the distance.

A breeze blew, and with a squeak, the door of Frye's Psychiatric Hospital was closed. Frye, with the patients behind him, walked straight to the dark main building, and gradually drowned in the darkness.

At night, Frye Mental Hospital still stands here, and no one wants to see this eerie, full of darkness and despair.

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