Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

This is a large open room with many similar beds nearby. Each bed is covered with a white sheet with a person sitting on it.

?

Is this... a mental hospital?

Familiar memories suddenly came to mind, Xu Ye guessed.

The situation here was very similar to the Desa Mental Hospital where he had once been, and the patients there lived in similar environments.

Everyone was sitting on the bed, in different postures. Xu Ye looked over, and most people quickly noticed his gaze, with expressionless faces, pretending not to notice.

Someone also glared at him fiercely. He was a bald man with a scar on the right side of his cheek that extended from his forehead to the corner of his eye. He looked ferocious and scary.

Very good, he is indeed a mental patient, his behavior is not normal. Xu Ye raised the corners of his mouth and responded with an inclusive smile.

When dealing with mentally ill patients, one needs to have enough patience, and he is very experienced in this.

The bald man was furious. He sat up from the bed and made a "neck-wiping" gesture towards Xu Ye.

That means, be careful, I want you to die.

Xu Ye nodded and smiled back again.

I know you are not normal, but I can tolerate it.

Barrage: "I don't know what's going on, but Boss Xu Ye's expression looks like he deserves a beating."

"He was obviously smiling, but I just felt itchy."

……

At the same time, Chen Yue opened his eyes in bed and saw many roommates wearing blue and white striped clothes.

Is this a hospital? Chen Yue guessed immediately.

Soon, the people around started moving, everyone doing the same thing in unison.

Chen Yue also got out of bed immediately and started to make his bed, imitating them.

During this time, no one spoke.

Or is it a department that specializes in treating muteness? Chen Yue couldn't help but guess.

While he was thinking, the person next to him had almost folded the bedding, took out the washbasin from under the bed, and walked towards the bathroom.

So fast?

Chen Yue hurriedly arranged his bedding. His quilt was not folded very well. He had not folded his quilt since graduation. He just spread it on the bed casually...

What a joke. I am already exhausted from work every day, and I still have to spend time folding the quilt. After get off work, I unfold it again. Chen Yue feels that he is too lazy to do this.

One of the purposes of graduation is to be able to not make your own quilt whenever you want.

He followed the others to the bathroom, a large room with a long groove and faucet in the middle.

Everyone was washing up with soap in their hands. Their hands were moving quickly and their faces were expressionless. For a moment, Chen Yue was not sure where this place was.

That's too disciplined.

Are all patients so obedient?

When he rubbed the soap on his face, a pungent fragrance came, almost making him faint. Chen Yue quickly took it away, not daring to use it again, and just washed it twice with clean water.

When I came out of the bathroom, a man came from behind and accidentally bumped into me.

Chen Yue remained calm. When he returned to the bed and put the basin back under the bed, he quietly unfolded the note in his hand. There was only one sentence in it: "This is a prison."

prison?

Damn, that makes so much sense! Chen Yue suddenly understood.

In this world, it is not only the military that has discipline, but also prisons. Both of them are businesses that rely on the government for their livelihood.

But he didn't think about it that way just now.

Whose good people pay attention to prison life day by day.

Chen Yue looked forward and, sure enough, there was a table in the middle of the room with paper and pen on it.

The person who just sent me the note had a bed behind the table, very close to me. I guess that was why I had the chance to remind myself.

He must be the chosen one. Chen Yue looked up and nodded at him. Their eyes met in the air, and they understood each other tacitly.

The man pointed toward the door. Chen Yue looked over and saw a big number 14 on it.

Prison No. 14!

……

In Longguo, Xu Ye folded the quilt quickly. His movements were smooth and the thing he folded was as square as a block of tofu, making people wonder what he did before.

After everything was done, the door of the room was opened from the outside, and Xu Ye could see the number on it, which was "1".

"Have breakfast." A man in orange clothes stood at the door and said with a stern face.

He was tall and had a long electric baton on his waist.

Everyone immediately lined up in a long line and walked out of the room one after another.

Seeing such order, Xu Ye became more certain of his thoughts.

In this world, besides the state's food, only the mentally ill need to be disciplined in this way. It's not intentional, but because if they are not specially disciplined, it will lead to very serious consequences.

Breakfast was taken in the cafeteria on the same floor, and everyone had prescribed dishes: a bowl of black paste, a plate of pickles, and two large meat buns.

Here, there is no rule that prohibits talking.

Four people eat at a table.

The man sitting opposite Xu Ye picked up the meat bun on the table tremblingly, closed his eyes and took a bite, his facial features twisted together.

It was as if he was not eating breakfast, but poison.

Xu Ye looked at the food on the table, his eyes lit up: "Black rice porridge."

He likes this the best, it's chewier than eight-treasure porridge.

A manager in orange clothes passed by and saw this scene. He praised: "Not bad, keep it up. The food in Room 1 is the best among all the rooms."

After the man in orange left, the other three roommates at the table looked at him with disdain: "Oh, you bootlicker."

"How disgusting! If you have the guts, eat one right now, or I will let you know today why the flowers are so red."

What they hate most in this place is to curry favor with the administrators and be seen as a betrayer.

Then, before they could finish their words, they saw Xu Ye picked up the black mess and swallowed it all in one breath.

I smacked my lips after eating, still feeling unsatisfied.

Xu Ye looked up: "What did you just say? I was eating so deliciously that I didn't hear clearly."

"Forehead……"

The three of them looked at each other and said, "We didn't say anything, just keep eating."

"okay."

Xu Ye nodded excitedly, broke the bun open, and put a piece of pickled vegetables from the plate into it:

"The food is good, and there is fermented bean curd."

Red tofu is put on the buns, and the bun skin made of white flour is immediately dyed blood red. The fermented bean curd is minced, and white crumbs are inside.

Xu Ye took a big bite and ate it with great relish.

The remaining three people swallowed their saliva:

"You call this... fermented bean curd?"

"Dude, are you nearsighted? Don't be embarrassed, we can help you get a pair of glasses."

"No." Xu Ye looked at them strangely: "My eyesight is fine."

"If you don't believe me, I'll show you. The man eight meters away secretly poured the stuffing into the trash can."