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? On the second basement floor of a private villa in W City, the square hall was crowded with people.

The spotlight on the floor was turned on, and the white light bloomed from bottom to top, lighting up the ground.

Scarlet cigarette butts, lighters, soot, dust everywhere, but more... people.

To be precise, it should be... mostly men with bare upper body, visible knife scars, and various tattoos.

The legs of the men are in different postures, but they all lean forward towards the center of the hall at the same time.

The hall was silent, as if waiting for something to happen.

For a long time, there was no movement, and curses came from the crowd.

"Fucking bitch! Hit?"

"Are you fucking moving?"

"Waste my time!"

……

The commotion became more and more serious, only a few bangs and the sound of knives falling to the ground could be heard.

In the center of the hall, on the boxing ring, the camera is in the center, the astigmatism light is facing it, there are two men in suits and leather shoes, sitting on chairs, with cut ropes and thrown knives and sticks under their feet.

The abuse continued, one person still looked down at the palm of his hand, while the other's chin was slightly raised.

The hair on the forehead of the man with the head down was beyond his eyebrows, his face was extremely white, his thin lips trembled slightly, and his brown eyes were tightly locked with his palms.

The person who raised his head had extremely short forehead hair, and a few scars on his scalp could be seen faintly. His eyebrows were slender, his black eyes were sharp and piercing, and the corners of his lips were slanted to one side, drawing an unruly arc.

But only for a moment, the two raised their heads and looked at each other, and the person who was bowing his head slowly stood up and clenched his fists.

There was booing from the crowd.

The person with his head up is still sitting still, but the corners of his mouth are not caught by the camera, and he can only see clearly when he gets close.

Almost without opening his lips, he uttered a sentence in a contemptuous tone, "Eleven, now it's a battlefield with only the two of us. Guess who will die first?"

"Chen Jiaze!" The man called Eleven rushed over, grabbed Chen Jiaze's collar, and punched him.

Five years ago, early autumn, the Fourth People's Hospital of W City.

Psychiatric Department, the seventh ward, the door is closed.

Outside the door, a man about 20 years old stared at the door in a daze.

He was wearing a white jersey, a baseball cap with the brim pressed down extremely low, and scratches on his face.

With an invisible sigh, the key held tightly in his hand was inserted into the lock, and the door was opened.

He strode in, with the corners of his lips curled up, and said loudly to the man sitting on the bed: "Su Zexiu, long time no see."

Su Zexiu raised his head, and there was a flash of astonishment on his fair face. He immediately stood up, took a few steps back guardedly, and grasped the blue and white striped hospital gown on his body, with a cold tone: "Why are you here? I told you everything." , you don't have to come again."

"I'll come whenever I want." Chen Jiaze paced the room leisurely, with one hand behind his back, "Did you forget? You're leaving the hospital today."

There is a strong sour smell in the room, there are muddy things in the garbage basket, the window is not open, and the indoor light is very dark.

Su Zexiu supported the edge of the bed, and smiled weakly, "You lied to me? How many times have you lied to me? How many years have I known you, how could I be on..."

As soon as the word "up" was pronounced, Su Zexiu rushed over suddenly, grabbed a piece of paper Chen Jiaze handed over with his fingers, bent his body, stared at it, took a few quick breaths, moved his face close to Chen Jiaze, and asked in a loud voice :"real or fake?"

He waited for the "discharge notice" for more than half a year and was disappointed no less than ten times.

He was very scared, afraid that he would really go crazy before he waited.

"You don't believe me?" Chen Jiaze turned around and walked out the door, his tone was very calm: "Come out with me and try."

In doubt, Su Zexiu looked at the back of Chen Jiaze's head, and followed.

After leaving the room, Su Zexiu immediately put his arms around Chen Jiaze's neck, and pawed at him like an octopus.

The two were almost like Siamese twins, walking forward with the same hands and feet, Chen Jiaze frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "You are more tired than me carrying you, what's the matter?"

Su Zexiu glanced left and right, as if...they didn't come to arrest him.

He nodded vigorously, "That's fine, just carry me on your back." While speaking, his legs had already climbed up to Chen Jiaze's waist.

"..."

"Come down."

"Don't come down."

"Come down."

"I'm afraid." Su Zexiu blushed, "Go out completely before coming down."

Chen Jiaze was silent, he clenched his hand back, lifted it up vigorously, and walked towards the stairs.

Some people were laughing, some were crying, some were yelling, some were rushing over and talking nonsense, Su Zexiu lowered his head to Chen Jiaze's neck, and asked in a low voice, "You really don't think I'm sick? Trust me..."

I still couldn't get the words out, so I changed the sentence: "The teacher and classmates all think I'm sick."

Everyone thinks he is sick, teachers think he has it, classmates think he has it, and most of his former friends think he has it too.

He sometimes thought that if his parents found out about it, they would be so angry that they would jump out and beat him up.

Just thinking about it scares me.

"It's not a disease." Chen Jiaze's firm words came from the vibration in his chest: "They are the only ones who are sick."

Su Zexiu listened, and suddenly felt a little emotional, it's really... Although he doesn't usually match up, Chen Jiaze grew up together, so he won't underestimate him.

Chen Jiaze was four years older than him, and was fostered by his family when he was eight years old. He was raised by him for ten years until his parents died in a car accident.

At that time, he was fourteen and he was in the third year of junior high school. No relative was willing to take him in for a long time, and no relative was willing to pay for his tuition. At that time, Chen Jiaze did not go to visit his mother's relatives, but lived with him. He likes to read, so he chose to work in the society for him to study.

When he was just admitted to university, he had thought about repaying his love and money after graduating from university, and he had been working hard for it, but he never thought...but this happened to him.

Everything turned into a bubble, and nothing could be done.

He should actually feel guilty, but right now... all he can think about is fear.

Su Zexiu suddenly remembered that he was still wearing a hospital gown, and hurriedly said to Chen Jiaze: "I'll go back and change into a suit, this one is too eye-catching."

"It's even more eye-catching if I carry you on my back." Chen Jiaze said coldly, "You didn't say it until you went downstairs? And...do you still want to go back there?"

Su Zexiu shuddered, and whispered, "I won't go back even if I die."

Chen Jiaze pursed his lips into a line, and continued to walk forward.

He walked quickly, and soon reached the gate.

Su Zexiu's heart was beating faster and faster, his back was stabbed like a thorn, he wanted to turn around but didn't dare to look back, he always felt that someone would chase him and take him back, even taking Chen Jiaze back with him.

"What are you afraid of?" Chen Jiaze stopped at the gate and ordered: "Come down."

Su Zexiu only raised his head and glanced at the gate, and quickly said, "Let's talk when we get out." The bracelet tightened around Chen Jiaze's neck.

Chen Jiaze used all his strength to gouge out Su Zexiu's fingers that were holding him around his neck, and pushed hard, but Su Zexiu's legs couldn't use his strength, so he fell back and fell down. Chen Jiaze caught him in time, and immediately stepped back a few times Step back to the door.

Su Zexiu was stunned, and asked cautiously: "Don't lie to me, I still can't..."

Only five steps away, separated by a door, Chen Jiaze stretched out his hand to Su Zexiu, locked his eyes tightly on him, stared at his timid gaze, and said word by word: "Su Zexiu, come here by yourself."

Su Zexiu's feet seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he wanted to move, but he couldn't.

What was the consequence of stepping out of this door last time?

Stay with the group of his "kind".

What about last time?

Bruises all over the body, increased doses of sedatives.

And last time...

Even Chen Jiaze had no choice.

How...how did he do it this time?

"Do you believe me?" Chen Jiaze asked calmly.

"Believe." Although he had doubts and was disappointed in him, he still believed in him the most among all the people in the world.

"Then you come here." Chen Jiaze's mouth curled into a smile, "Come here, and everything will be over."

Taking a deep breath, Su Zexiu stepped out, one step, two steps, three steps...

The outstretched hand grabbed it, Su Zexiu took the last step happily, and rushed towards Chen Jiaze.

[Su Zexiu, I will support you, do you believe me? 】

【letter. 】

[Then you will live with me. 】