[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

Most people in a nursing home are pretty normal most of the time, and some are extraordinarily normal.

On the days when we were supposed to go to the beach, everyone was extremely bored because of disappointment. There was a TV series in the living room, and the TV station repeatedly broadcast this drama. Da Jiang watched it repeatedly. Even so, he would still cry every time he saw this episode.

When parting from life and death, the male protagonist lying on the hospital bed touched the head of the weeping female protagonist, and said: "There are so many people who are desperate... Life is destined to wander between desire and pain, and eventually rot. The terrible thing is that you don't know how to love. Thank you, it's you..."

"He just realized that love is about to die." Da Jiang sighed while blowing his nose, "Donggu's love for Jiazi is just like Job's love for God."

"Maybe love is more suitable for a short life." Next to him, Fu Chou Ben touched a Braille book with half-closed eyes. Hearing this, he raised his head and asked, "Is this drama also available in other worlds?"

"I don't know." Dajiang said again, "It's a pity that love seems to be a joke nowadays, especially love."

"What is love not a joke?"

Dajiang replied without hesitation: "It's the best part of human nature."

Fuchao looked at him, puzzled.

At the end of an episode, the screen begins to scroll the credits.

"Why are there theological advisors?"

"The heroine is a nun." Dajiang knows this drama well. "The heroine's baptism in the first episode and the heroine's rain in the last episode have religious hints. The water of baptism symbolizes birth, death and resurrection. The scene freezes at the end Mistress Yu stretches her arms in the rain, symbolizing her purification and redemption."

"You know religion quite well," Fuchao chatted with him, "Do you believe in God?"

"The elders at home believe it, but I don't."

"Is this story talking about religion through love, or about love through religion?"

"Although I don't want to admit that the male protagonist's details are too religious, but his falling in love with someone from face to point seems narrow to religious themes."

"Religion is in everyone, there is no tolerance."

"It sounds like you believe it?" Dajiang said casually, "In fact, religion is just like TV dramas, just a boring pastime for people."

A financial program was played on TV, and when the recent economic problems were mentioned, Fufu subconsciously paid attention, and found that many hidden dangers such as the stock market downturn and the real estate bubble were largely left over from the financial crisis more than ten years ago, that is to say, this The next economic crisis may have a rich reward.

Da Jiang was also watching, and couldn't help cursing: "The grandsons of those who built bubbles for short speculation..."

He was halfway through the conversation when there was a bang in the bathroom and the light bulb fell from the ceiling again and shattered, making a sound like a gunshot.That bulb has to be used though, because the PTSD patient who unscrews the bulb gets sick every few days without hearing the sound.

Suddenly, a piece of news was broadcast, all shipping in the world was closed, there were several scenes of people gathering in the street to demonstrate, the armed forces flashed at the edge of the picture, and Da Jiang had the expected sarcastic expression on his face.

In fact, during this period, the media has little credibility, the current situation is chaotic, and the news is difficult to distinguish right from wrong. Recently, the direction of news reports by several major stations with firm stances has also become ambiguous.

No matter how chaotic the outside world is, the sanatorium on the edge of this artificial island is very far away, and Fu Qian goes to the psychological counseling room when the time comes, and forgets all this.

"This is the consequence of the military dictatorship," said the psychiatrist. "That group of bosses who only know how to charge can't run a country!"

In the end, Fufu was trying to persuade him to calm down, so this psychological counseling did not achieve the desired effect as usual.

Fortunately, Fushou is actively saving himself and carefully analyzing his psychological problems. The hallucinations rarely appear, which is also related to the improvement of his physical condition.

When he returned, he passed the utility room where the cleaning lady kept cleaning supplies. There was a corner in the corridor where the utility room was located, leading to a window with iron bars welded on it.It was the whispered conversation coming from the window, the voices of the man and the woman amplified by the echo of the empty corridor.

"You have also seen that I am here to treat illnesses on a suspension of duty, and there is really nothing I can do."

"Mr. Prosecutor, I didn't mean to embarrass you, can you let me see my son, just once, he was taken away and they wouldn't let me see him, I don't know if he's in there..."

……

The man is Dajiang, and the woman is Auntie Cleaning. It sounds like her son was detained as part of the demonstrators.

Da Jiang sent her away with a headache, turned around and saw Fu Zou at the corner, and was about to speak.

"Is depression good?"

Fuchao has been observing Dajiang's state for some time. This person lives longer than anyone else, and he pretends to be depressed.

"It's not bad, it's similar to a research certificate, and you can get it by doing your homework." Dajiang said confidently, scratching the scar on his wrist, "I went to a mental hospital for self-protection. This is called political asylum."

"I also worked as a prosecutor, in another world."

"It's actually a colleague?" Dajiang said in surprise and interest, "How did you get in?"

"What else could it be? The Guoan case."

Cases involving national security law and politics.

"It's the same people who have fallen into the world..." Dajiang picked at the scar that was half-acted and half-sincere, "Actually, this is also poetic. The wrinkles left by moral character when they bow their knees, and the soul left by snobbish betrayal scar."

For some reason, Da Jiang, who was originally quite normal when he mentioned this incident, became a little crazy.

"The defendant in my case is just like that lady, completely innocent, powerless, and very sympathetic." Fuchao continued to fabricate lies with ease.

"As far as I know, the defendants in this case are just a bunch of kids who haven't graduated from college, but politics is politics, especially in this situation. If you need to make an example in the limelight, you won't be merciful to anyone." Da Jiang asked with a smile, "Ever heard that quote from Russell? He said that all politics is a smiling devil who instigates energetic and intelligent people to torture the resigned masses to take money from their pockets and power from their hands." and thoughts in your head."

Aunt Baojie met her son through Dajiang's relationship, and Fuchou talked with her the next day, and learned that all the detainees were lynched in that incident.

The prosecutor who took over the case is a colleague of Dajiang, who is still going through the trial process, and the trial has not yet started. Dajiang got the news from her that the defendant's defense lawyer arranged by him has escaped, and his whereabouts are unknown. At present, there is no lawyer to take up the case, and no suitable one can be found.

Fu Chou proposed to Da Jiang that he wanted to take over the case.

Dajiang had expected it when he showed enthusiasm for it, but he didn't forget that they were all in the madhouse, and it became more and more difficult to understand this kind of request.

"Isn't it good to live in peace and stability?"

"Because I'm alive, God gave me life, and I have to make it worthwhile."

Dajiang looked at Fuchou with strange eyes, his attitude towards Fuchou's belief was the same as Fuchou's attitude towards his love view.

"As a believer, just wait for a miracle."

"I believe in God, but not in miracles."

What he said made Dajiang understand a little bit, because although he believed in love, he didn't believe that love would really happen.

"You believe in God, and you all believe in him. God may not believe in you." Dajiang couldn't help shaking his head, "I tell you the truth, ideal people usually die early, and this is not a place where beliefs last long. You can't get away from reality. Face, the reality backhanded you a layer of skin."

"Don't worry, I will put my conscience aside when I do things of conscience."

Dajiang had nothing to say for a while, and sighed.

"The question is who can you fight against? You can't save it." He asked, "You know you can't win, right?"

Rich pay does not speak.

"I remember you said that you are no longer a lawyer." Dajiang suddenly found a blind spot, "You don't even have a certificate."

"You can take the exam now. The qualifications of a lawyer are not restricted by the history of mental illness. You can take the exam on weekends and issue a license at the end of the month."

"..."

Fuchou also said that he was a prosecutor. Of course, the watertight lies cannot be all based on nonsense. Fuchou did, and he did handle a national security case, but the defendant is an extreme revolutionary, not innocent at all, he is powerful, rich, There are many party members, careful planning, and collusion with the rich and powerful.

Even so, he still went to jail.

The author has something to say:

In the Book of Job in the Old Testament, there was a man named Job in the land of Uz, who was completely upright, feared God, and shunned evil.But in order to test him, God deprived him of all his property and children through Satan, and let him be covered with sores all over his body. He blessed God in suffering without complaint, and cursed his own birthday, saying: "I was born naked from my mother's womb. and he will return naked. The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away. Blessed be the name of the LORD."