My boss is crazy

It was a very narrow room, surrounded by dull concrete walls, and the floor was covered with poor-quality white tiles, which were pitted due to age and had black and gray unknown spots attached to them.

A dark energy-saving lamp hangs from the ceiling, a broken spider web swings around under the light, and countless mildew stains spread on it.The windows are at a very high position, with anti-theft windows on the outside and iron bars on the inside, barely enough for people to stretch their hands out.

The off-white curtains have turned gray because they haven't been washed for a long time, and the sunlight reluctantly passes through the curtains and shines on the bed closest to the window.The other two inner beds were still shrouded in darkness.

Once you enter this place, you don't care about the world.

This is not a prison, but better than it.

The iron door was opened, and there was a harsh sound on the ground, and the big padlock and the iron chain slammed.

"No. 7, someone is here to see you."

Someone sits up from that well-placed bed.

He is not very old, he looks like a teenager, with slender arms and legs, a pointed chin, and a pale complexion. He is wearing a crumpled large hospital gown with blue and white stripes. , some off-line pink plush toy rabbits.

He rumpled his messy and fluffy hair because he hadn't cut it for a long time, jumped out of the bed with bare feet, slowly found a blue plastic slipper, and then looked for another one from the bed, and then shrugged Going out through the gap opened by the iron door, under the impatient urging of the visitor, dragging the rabbit doll, Diao Erlang, followed to the communication room.

The communication room is very simple, with only a wooden table and a few chairs. No. 7 came in dragging the board, and drew two new white marks on the gray ground.

He moved a chair and sat down on his own, staring down at the ashes on the table.

There was a moment of silence.

Sitting across the table was a middle-aged man in a suit and shirt. He had been watching with cold eyes since No. 7 came in. At this moment, he finally spoke sarcastically, "Why? After staying here for so many years, you don't even call dad?"

Number 7 shook his head, not sure if it was blown by the wind or moved by himself.

"I let you call!"

The middle-aged man slapped the wooden table suddenly, making a terrifying loud noise like an air burst, and several fine lines suddenly cracked on the table.

Number 7 trembled violently, his eyes were wide open, his chin was raised high, and the tendons on his neck clearly leaned forward with his hands on his knees, as if he couldn't support his upper body.

"Dad!" he yelled.

The white coat who had been standing by the side quickly held his shoulders and patted his neck: "You're wrong again! Take a deep breath, take a deep breath..."

Number 7 was breathing heavily like a dehydrated fish, with the sound of a bellows blowing in his throat, his thin chest was heaving violently, he strangled the rabbit with one hand, and the fingers of the other hand dug into his knee, almost bleeding Come.

"Don't worry about it, you go out."

The middle-aged man was still sitting on his seat, frowning as if disgusted by this scene.

"This..." The white coat hesitated.

"Go out." The middle-aged man sighed, but he was not as fierce as before.

The white coat finally withdrew, leaving No. 7 alone with his back arched. He lowered his head as if exhausted, and his breathing gradually weakened.

"Look at you," as soon as the white coat left, the middle-aged man took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, took out one, lit it, took a puff and let it out slowly, "I've gotten better in the past two years."

Number 7 was motionless, as if dead.

"What? Don't talk? If you don't talk, we will be exhausted."

"..."

In the whole room, there was only the sound of the clock and stopwatch on the wall. The time passed quickly, and the visiting time was about to pass.

"Have you consumed enough? Have you calmed down? Are you awake?" The middle-aged man sneered with a cigarette in his mouth.

"... When will you let me out?"

"Why, are you willing to talk?" The man shook the shredded tobacco on the ground and crushed it with his feet.

"When will you let me out?" It was still the same sentence, but this time the voice was much clearer.

"You can go out when you are well." The middle-aged man repeated what he would reply every time he came.

On the contrary, this time the boy was not obsessed with whether he recovered or not. Instead, he was silent for a moment and suddenly asked: "You are also sick, why don't you come in?"

"What did you say?" The man's face sank, and a storm was brewing in his eyes.

"I said you're sick too—well!"

The boy was roughly pulled up, covered his mouth, and pressed heavily on the table. His right hand held the edge of the table and the rabbit's flat ears at the same time, and his left hand roughly picked at the man's strong fingers to prevent himself from being suffocated to death.

"Put-you-mother-dog-fart—"

"My mother is dead!" The boy finally broke his hand and shouted struggling.

"You killed that too." The man whispered viciously in his ear.

"Go to hell—"

"Enough! If you want to go out, you have to listen to me." The man opened his pants, and extinguished the cigarette in his mouth on the snow-white buttocks.

He let go of the boy's mouth, No. 7 lay half of his body on the wooden table, with his face pressed against the table, his pale face showed a sick flush, he pressed his hands tightly to his chest, panting with his mouth, Vocal cords make an unexplained clicking sound.

The man flicked the cigarette butt from side to side, deflated the pipe, and stuffed it into the boy's mouth regardless of whether it was still warm or not, then closed his chin again with his hands.

"Swallowed."

The young man's throat was throbbing, and he barely swallowed the foreign object in his mouth, but he let out a suppressed cough because of the choking smell of tobacco.

Only then did the middle-aged man snort with satisfaction, and patted the boy on the head.

"Let me out..." he yelled, his eyes empty and unfocused.

The man gently wiped off the soot on his buttocks, pulled up his pants to cover the burn marks, and said: "A new man came to the yard recently, named Lu Shi, he has a green snake tattoo on his back, with a He came out together, you can go wherever he tells you to go, you know?"

The boy nodded.

The man straightened up and added, "This is your only chance to leave, otherwise, you'll stay here until you die of old age."

He turned to leave, but his sleeve was pulled.

"What are you doing—is it possible that you are still dreaming?" His eyes were full of sneers.

"You have a knife..." The young man ignored his mocking eyes, and his tone was as calm as a machine, "Engrave his name on my right arm, otherwise I won't be able to tell if it's my imagination or not."

The author has something to say:

The beginning is very short, I know you can’t read enough, so I put two chapters

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