Age of Clowns

Accompanied by bursts of whimpering, Arthur saw clearly the man lying on the cart. His eyes were crazy and sharp, very similar to Arthur's eyes before, and the ferocious face still retained the emotion from his bones. crazy.

The detective in black police uniform and the doctor in white coat looked at the man lying on the cart expressionlessly. They slowly pushed the man to the door of the elevator, waiting for the elevator in the ward.

Arthur followed them closely and walked into the elevator with them. The elevator looked a little dilapidated, the lights were weak, and the bulbs flickered from time to time, sometimes brightly, sometimes dimly.

Watching the two men put the cart aside slowly, they stopped paying attention to the man on the stretcher, as if they had abandoned him.

Arthur looked at the man who was still roaring in silence, with a trace of trance flashing in his eyes. He ignored it and just walked to the case table in front to wait.

After a long time, a staff member in a white coat came over, looked at Arthur and said, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, sir."

"The files of more than ten years have been placed in the basement by people in the hospital, and what you are looking for is the information from 30 years ago..." The staff member held a dusty box in his hand. Said to Arthur.

"Can I ask you a question?" Arthur came forward and looked at the staff and said.

"Okay, what do you want to say?" the staff member asked while sorting out the documents in his hands and looking at Arthur.

"What kind of people would be sent here? Have they all committed crimes?" Arthur asked, looking at the man in front of him in a daze.

"Well...yes, some people are like this, but other people are just crazy and may pose a danger to themselves or others, and some people have nowhere to go. I don’t know how to live at all, I can only stay here and linger..." The man said casually, as if he was talking about something trivial.

"Yes, I understand what you mean, brother..." Arthur began to feel lonely. He looked at the man in front of him and said in a low voice: "Sometimes, I don't know what I should do. .”

"I remember, last time, I vented all my anger on others..."

"I thought it was going to bother me a lot, but it didn't."

The man looked at Arthur, stopped what he was doing, and asked as if he didn't hear clearly: "What are you talking about?"

"I messed up everything, I did bad things..." Arthur sneered and continued: "You should understand what I mean."

"If you want to be so happy all the time, it's really...too difficult, but if you vent it to others, everything will become so easy." Arthur looked at him with enjoyment. the staff said.

"Look, man, I'm just an administrative assistant, a clerical person, you know? I just sort the files."

"I don't know what I should say to you, but to be honest, you should probably see a psychological counselor. There should be related projects in the government, such as citizen services." The man seemed to see it. Arthur seemed to have some psychological problems, and he took the initiative to advise Arthur.

"Yes...but the budget has been cut off...hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." Arthur laughed strangely at the man.

“….….….”

"Ahem, found it." The man raised the document in his hand and gestured to Arthur. Arthur's weird behavior made the man feel very uncomfortable.

"Okay, Frank, Penny Frank, cough, let me see."

"The doctor who made the diagnosis is Dr. Benjamin Stoner." The staff member turned over the documents in his hand and continued.

"The patient suffers from delusional psychosis and a narcissistic personality disorder."

"Her crime is that she endangered the safety of her child..." After reading this, the staff saw the child's name---Arthur Frank. He raised his head in surprise. Looking at Arthur in front of him, he stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" Arthur asked the staff in front of him strangely, a trace of mist slowly seeping out of his eyes.

"You said she is your mother?" The staff member looked at Arthur in front of him in surprise.

Arthur ignored him, just smiled and wanted to continue listening.

"Sorry, buddy."

"I told you, I can't show you these records if you don't have approval to fill out the visa form."

"If you can bring your mother here to sign, the procedures here will be easier for me."

"But I can't give you the document without signing it, you know?"

"Sorry, sir." The staff member closed the document and looked at Arthur with a cautious and serious expression.