My boss is crazy

No. 7 is sitting on the stairs at the bottom of the yard. There is a shadow here. Now is a rare time for the patient to go out. Everyone is hurrying to play wild, but he just wants to be alone quietly, not with some neurotic people like himself. people get nervous when they stay together.

He was looking down at the pattern on the inside of his right upper arm while pretending to count the ants on the ground with his head down. It was carved with a knife, and the scratches were very thick, unlike the small blade that he secretly hid.

There are two words on it.

This thing is true.

To be allowed to escape this disgusting place of Bala with someone.

This is an order that that person gave himself, maybe...maybe it was a hope he gave himself out of pity, but... who knows if it was a fart he let out under the pressure of alcohol?

But that person's name was very vague. He tried his best to recall it, but it was hard to recall it. It felt like it was in his mind, separated by a layer of film—God, if someone said this name, he would definitely remember it. After coming to this ghost place four years ago, his mind has been messed up, sometimes it is blank, and sometimes it is chaotic, and it will only get better when it comes into contact with slightly normal people.

He carefully looked at the pattern engraved on his skin, or two words, damn it, they were just like burnt fried noodles with soy sauce in the cafeteria, who knew if they were words or pure scribbles.

"Lu—"

A voice sounded from behind him, like the low-pitched voice of a bass voice reciting weird stories from an old-fashioned radio in the middle of the night, which made people feel creepy and unstoppable.

Almost at the first moment, No. 7 reversed his arms and drew the neckline.He looked up at the person behind him, but that person was too close to him - almost lying on his left shoulder, he could feel his hard stubble rubbing against his face, his lips Almost brushed that person's lips and side face. Number 7 had to move back a bit.

"Go away, you fucking kissed me."

The man named No. 36 laughed and sat beside him:

"First of all, you kissed me, not I kissed you. Secondly, do you call this a kiss?"

"if not?"

"You are really too weak." No. 36 replied in the tone of a person who has experienced it and a referee.

"What about you, have you fucked many women? So what." No. 7 hated this kind of tone the most, he said with a sneer.

Number 36 left the topic with a pause, "Is that a word?"

"No."

"I think the one behind is Lu."

This sentence reminded No. 7 that these two words were written backwards, no wonder it was so difficult to understand.

That person's surname is Lu, and the location of the writing is closer to his armpit.The structure of the word Lu is relatively simple and symmetrical, and it is easier to recognize, so it was easily guessed by No. 36.

"I was standing behind you just now, and I saw you looking at your elbow, didn't you do it?"

No. 7 did not answer, and No. 36 continued.

"It's hard to write this position yourself. Someone else wrote it on you, the person who visited this morning?"

No. 7 suddenly felt unbelievable. No. 36 almost analyzed the truth with a very calm voice. He was so strong that he didn't look like a sick person. He looked at the ground in the front yard and dared not make any eye contact with him. Afraid that he could see all the secrets in his mind through his own eyes.

"Let me guess? Someone paid you to kill a mental patient?"

7 is relieved that 36 doesn't know everything.He felt a sense of accomplishment and security.It seemed that things that would not be guessed by him in the world would not be guessed by anyone.

He came across No. 4 by chance 36 weeks ago during a briefing.

No. 7 has always felt that letting go is just playing in his own way. The content of the chats of those who are in a group is damn stupid, and the games they play are damn idiots. He is just sick, but not mentally handicapped.

When he saw No. 36, No. 36 was picking up a basketball that had fallen to his feet. Someone stretched out his hand towards him from under the basket. hand.

The most handsome boobs I've ever seen. Number 7 thought so.

No. 36 seemed to have also taken a fancy to this dark corner. He came over and sat on the steps two steps higher than No. 7, curled up his left foot, and put his right foot on the edge of the step that No. 7's foot built.

After a while, he asked, "What's your name?"

"I'm number 7."

"I mean real name."

Number 7 turned his head and gave him a cold look. This is his look at strangers and enemies: "I don't know you."

"So? Didn't the acquaintance start with exchanging names?" No. 36 laughed.

"We use numbers." Number 7 poked the tag on his chest, "Names are not often used."

No. 36's expression changed from a smile to a serious one, "How many years have you been here?"

"many years……"

"Do you remember your name?"

Number 7 glanced at him suspiciously, then nodded hesitantly.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

No. 7 was very impatient. He felt that he had been cheated of a lot of information carelessly again, "We don't know each other well."

No. 7 is gone, but the story is not over, he still knows No. 36 unknowingly.

Although, they don't know each other's names.

No. 7 didn't mean to remind No. 36. He didn't like to put himself in a weak position, but he still denied it: "No."

"Oh?" No. 36 responded softly, wondering if he dispelled his doubts, but this is not what No. 7 cares about, what he wants is this paradoxical feeling.

There was a brief pause in time.

Number 7 wants to take another look at the writing on the arm, but not in front of Number 36.He was a little anxious, and the direct expression was that he began to nervously pinch the ears of the rabbit doll that had been sitting by his hand.

The delineation of that ear is already very serious, and even the hair is almost bald.

No. 36 was still muttering on the sidelines.

"Someone engraved your name on your arm? This person is not the one you want to kill, but the one you want to save?"

No. 7's hand paused, he held back and didn't look back, pretending that nothing had happened, but he still didn't hold on for long.

No. 36 smiled, and No. 7 looked at him with angry eyes. He knew that he had been exposed. He hated this feeling of powerlessness. and fear.

"That person's surname is Lu?" No. 36 added.

No. 7 was completely cold. This matter should have been kept top secret, because once it failed, the consequences would be unimaginable even for him. He thought it would not be as difficult as he imagined, but in the end, he couldn't even take the first step. Has been exposed to a stranger without taking a step.

"You really are still too weak." He said this sentence again.

This time No. 7 has no way to refute, he has to give in, but of course he is unwilling, the sense of humiliation and deceit makes his eyes turn red: "I thought we were friends."

"Heh." No. 36 smiled in denial, "I don't even know the name, do you think we are?"

"Don't tell others." Number 7 couldn't control the blood flow to his face, he felt that he was going to attract others' attention.

"So what if I told you?"

Number 7 was desperate, so he didn't mind telling him the most tragic outcome: "I'm going to die."

"Fuck me." No. 36 replied indifferently.

Number 7 bowed his head in silence.

The ear-piercing bell rang, and all the patients frantically ran back to their wards, the "iron cage".

Just when No. 36 thought that No. 7 was not going to speak anymore, he saw his lips moving.

"What did you say?"

"...My name is Zou Haoran."

No. 36 stood up and left with the crowd. No. 7 felt cold all over. He knew that this matter might be irreparable. No. 36 could stab him to any white coat, and they could make themselves into what they wanted No matter what it looks like, after being punished, and then becoming obedient, even forgetting the meaning of this scar, the most terrifying thing is that man - he will definitely make his life worse than death.

He stood up numbly, with darkness in front of his eyes, only the soft rabbit in his hand had a slight sense of existence. Just as he was turning a corner, a huge force pushed him against the wall, and the warm and wet breath hit his left side. Half of his face was blown cold by the wind, and he trembled after listening to this sentence:

"Come to 305 tonight."

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