[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

The sanatorium is located on the academy island, very close to the middle school and the university, so the security work of each academy is in place. Fuchao showed a set of false certificates to the guard, and today the parents' meeting personnel were mixed together to be able to enter.

On the bench under the shade of a tree, watching the children who feel inferior because of their parents and the parents who are ashamed because of their children walking around in the sun, waiting for one of the jurors, Yi Qiri, and the mother and child to appear, the rich reward brought Working with documents, smoking occasionally, even though I am not addicted, I have formed a habit.

The last time I stayed on campus for so long was because of Nanase Ren's case. It must have been a year or two since now.

"This is high school, you're not supposed to smoke."

The nosy man turned down from the tree while talking, the shade of the tree trembled like water, and the light spots cast from the leaves onto the masonry ground fell on the boy with long black straight hair and a long knife.

"Colorless clan?"

"Under the Night Knife—"

Fuchao handed over a pack of brown sugar: "Find me hot water to rinse this off, and I'll just pinch the cigarette."

"It's your obligation not to smoke on campus, and you shouldn't talk to me about conditions."

"The obligation is prepared for those who agree with the values ​​of this society, so I am not ready to fulfill it."

Fuso put his hand without a cigarette into the inside pocket of his jacket, and Yato asked, "What is it?"

"This cures madness, also known as schizophrenia, this stabilizes blood pressure, and this controls blood sugar," Fu Chou took out a bottle of pills from the pendant, "Depression, tremors, pain relief, eyes..."

No one can swallow so many pills without difficulty, so he took the brown sugar.

As soon as he left, Fuchao stuffed half of the cigarette and pills back into the pendant.Except for precious metals, any pendant that rich people care about is not included.When the target appeared from a distance, Fu Chou took a few glances, and after confirming that this was also a good person inclined towards the Virgin, he prepared to go back.

At the school gate Fuchou was caught up by Yato, but he couldn't get rid of him. Yato judged that Fuchou was a patient in a nearby insane asylum and insisted on sending Fuchoo back.

There is an artificial canal in the school island, and you can take a boat back to the nursing home by water. The market along the way seems to be as calm as usual, but the actual passenger flow of students has dropped by half.

"You're normal." Yato sat on the other side of the boat. "Why are you in a nursing home?"

Tired of talking, Fu Chi just leaned on the side of the boat and said, "To me, the nursing home is a bit like the blood field where the Gentiles are buried in Jerusalem."

"Are you really a Christian?"

"fake."

Not even pagans, the ancestors of Kuruta plagiarized the blueprint of Jesus, but replaced God the Father and the Son with the Goddess and the Saint.

The sanatorium was originally located far away from the center of College Island, in a secluded location. Over the years, the business district has expanded from the center, and buildings have sprung up next to the originally quiet place.The economic downturn did not put the fortifications on hold. On the contrary, they rushed to work day and night to finish their work. The construction noise was so loud that they couldn't hear each other's words clearly half a meter away.

In front of the sanatorium surrounded by iron fences, there was a woman playing with sand in the corner. For some reason, the nurse failed to notice the patient, and Fuchao tried to persuade her to eat.Ye Dao followed immediately.

She grasped the sand with both hands and loosened it. There were two white petals of poppies in the sand. The petals were intact but faded like the remaining wings of a butterfly. She didn't seem to find anything except the sand and the petals in the sand. Besides, there are others in the world.

Suddenly she burst into tears, crying in grief and despair, grabbed the petals in the sand and put them in her mouth, when Fuchoo tried to stop her, she stopped chewing and did not swallow.

Ye Dao tentatively asked, "What's wrong with you?"

She spat out the petals and sand, got up and wiped away her tears, took out the nurse's cap and put it on.

"You're still here, Mr. Fu, didn't the director and the doctor give you a recovery certificate and discharge qualifications? It's not worth living here and paying such an expensive hospital fee."

Fuchou squinted his eyes and looked at her carefully. It turned out that she was the escort nurse on the day he came.

"Is she a nurse?" Yato asked Fucho in a low voice.

"We have weekly rotations between patients and nurses."

Ye Dao frowned in perplexity: "Really?"

"fake."

"..."

"There was constant noise during the lunch break at the nearby construction site." Fuchou said to her, "Have you guys tried to communicate?"

"Yes, of course. I wouldn't be bothered by the noise of me cutting my mother up with a chainsaw. But no one listens, let alone cares."

"You can call the police." Ye Dao said.

"What do you say to the police? The nursing home will say that the noise has affected the normal life of our old people, but here, they say that the noise has affected the abnormal life of our lunatics?"

"..."

"I'm going to get busy. After the patients have finished their lunch, some college student volunteers will come to make trouble in the name of charity in the afternoon."

"Are you really all right?"

"What do I have?" she countered. "I'm perfectly normal."

She finished speaking calmly and went to work.

Yadao wanted to say something about this, Fufu patted him on the shoulder: "Who is the new colorless king?"

"I'm also looking for him, and he is completely incomparable with the previous king, and he has aroused the hatred of the Red King clan. The Silver King just disappeared a while ago, so it is expected that the Qing King who can control the situation..."

"I really took 20 for nothing."

"What did you say?"

"I said you should go."

This person is useless, the king and his subordinates are all useless chess, it is good if there is no chaos.

Dajiang was still wiping tears in front of the TV in the event hall. Fufu returned to his room. A few hours later, there was some commotion downstairs. When he went downstairs, he saw many young faces, wearing uniform waistcoats, with cards hanging around their necks, and pins on their chests. Holding the badge, the expression on his face seemed to be looking forward to going home after the event.

I wanted to go back to the room, but the face of the team leader made Fu Zou go down the stairs step by step.

When Fuchou walked past her, she gave Fuchou a look: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm short-sighted. Trying to separate you from the chair."

"Am I the only chair among so many people?"

"Well," Fuchao nodded, "You are all alike, only you make me think it's worth distinguishing."

"..."

Although the words are true, they are easily misunderstood.She seemed to be blushing.

"Friend," Dajiang and other rich people took a seat next to him, "I advise you not to flirt, that female graduate student is Misaka Mikoto, a juror in the case."

"Thank you for reminding me," Fu Chou took today's newspaper from the public cabinet, "otherwise I'm really going to fall in hopeless love."

"The doctor who checked your eyes is also a juror." Da Jiang pretended not to understand the irony.

"That's why we have to postpone it." Fu Chou said, "I didn't expect such a fate when I made the appointment."

"I have observed the student groups that have been doing activities for more than half a year. Most of the organizers and leaders are girls. They have also gradually entered the political arena," Ojiang pointed to the chests of the students, "The badge shows that they support Ando and promote charity. "

"With the current situation, does democratic election still make sense?"

"Don't underestimate the influence of Ando's group."

"Most of the foreign minister's supporters are young people, who are loud and capable of causing trouble. They are underage and have no votes."

"His team was not involved in the trouble."

"That's the problem, he's chilling the hearts of his future voters."

"So you see, his team and rational voters know this. Idol players are ready to transform, and even go to nursing homes to attract votes and investment in lunatic asylums. Of course, it is not to win the position of president from the military. They need the right to speak."

"Even this is unlikely, and the military power will grow further."

"Oh, are we thinking about the same thing?...War." Dajiang turned his face to the TV, tilted his body towards Fuchao, and said in a soft voice, "After the unblocking, there is a backside world coming. Official institutions have settled in, part of the economy has been opened to each other, and a group of missions have been visited, and some agreements have been reached with the government. All are potential enemies. Where there is an enemy, there is confrontation, and when confrontation reaches a certain level, war is necessary. Human beings, like other animals, like class and rivalry. Since all human worlds are connected together, if there is no collision, everyone will Not reconciled, only a suitable opportunity is missing."

"The people fear war after all."

"It is, but it is a pity that their fear of war manifests itself in their desire to win."

Support for the junta has risen by several percentage points in recent polls, rich pay reads in the papers.

Putting down the newspaper, Fu Chou looked at the sky and prepared to go out.

The city center is the busiest, and the rows of neon lights cannot illuminate Ikebukuro at night, everything is covered with a layer of darkness.There are still two hours before the curfew, and the scene of empty stores and few pedestrians is not staged here.

Time limits are often stressful, especially time limits imposed by authority, thus provoking rebellion in the reciprocal period of the time limit.

There is nothing more forgiving than a chaotic environment, which becomes the seat of freedom under the threat of unfreedom, an excellent cover.

"I advise you to give up that priest who wants to resign and marry for a woman. His family relationship is probably." As an information dealer, Orihara is well-informed and had to pause to organize his words, "His son likes his new A stepdaughter who married a wife, and then a female cult leader took her love, and now except for his son, his whole family is in the cult.”

"As for Shizuo Heiwajima, it's a miracle that he has no criminal record so far. His younger brother should have created the vacancy for him as a juror." The law that the people involved in the case contact privately is useless, and it is worse than waste paper, I don’t need to tell you this... Are you going to see Shizuo Heiwajima now?”

"No, I'm going to check my eyes again."

"Why are you talking to a kerbpost covered in black plastic bags?"

Fuchao reached out and touched what he thought was a human head, but it turned out to be a painted pillar wrapped in a plastic bag.

The door of the clinic was unlocked, and the ophthalmologist Daniel was there when Fu Zuo knocked on the door and entered.

Dr. Daniel looked up with one eye at the patient who had resumed his appointment, then lowered his head to pick up the other eyeball soaked in alcohol to wipe it, showing a little irritability during his movements.

"Please sit down and describe your symptoms."

"I have poor eyesight."

"Did you take your medicine as prescribed?"

"Sometimes I forget."

"Are your eyes rested?"

"Something happened recently."

"You know," Dr. Daniel threw his eyeballs back to the alcohol, "The patients I hate the most are not the ones who can't recover, nor the ones who make a fuss, nor the ones who like to point fingers, but you."

Obviously something happened that made the doctor feel bad, so he said what he usually wanted to say.

"Fully understand the seriousness, and there is always an excuse. It is obvious that there is nothing but this body, and everything is more important than the eyes, so what are you doing for a follow-up visit?"

Fuchou thought for a while and said, "Just because you only have one eye doesn't prevent you from becoming an ophthalmologist."

He laughed, sighed again, waved his hands and said, "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood. As a doctor, I shouldn't treat patients like this."

Then he gave Fu Chou a review of his eyes and wrote a doctor's order.

"Is it unfortunate that only one eye is broken?"

Before leaving, Fu asked about it, but didn't mention the matter of the jury.

"Because there is a hope in the eye socket, when looking at the world with a third of the field of vision, I can't help but have the idea of ​​'this could not be the case' from time to time, and even verify the possibility of the hypothesis. I just said," he said. He raised his forehead, thought for a moment, and then continued, "I forgot about this appointment that was canceled and resumed temporarily. When you came in, I was cleaning the artificial eye. I usually don't take my eyeballs off in front of people.

"The moment I lowered my eyes, I felt my eyelids sag, reminding me that everything I am today is built on incompleteness.

"My childhood, studies, work and even the future will revolve around this hole without eyeballs. I am like a tattooed ex-convict returning to society. This hole is the tattoo and evidence given to me by God. You guys Such a complete person will never be able to comprehend."

Fuchao nodded, showing full understanding.

In fact, Fuchao doesn't understand him at all, just like he doesn't understand Fuchao at all.

I don't want to mention it a long time ago, also just now, Fuchao learned that the law prohibiting contact with jurors is useless.

Before he played this game thinking that his opponent would abide by the rules of the game, now knowing that they are shameless, what else can he do?

When you can win, they can tamper with the rules of the game with impunity.