Quanzai Cone

After a three-month internship, I became an official counselor at the shelter.

The first inmate in charge is the protagonist of the previous jumping incident, Zhijun.

The shelter failed to ask the surname of the young man who fell from the sky suddenly. Even the single name "Zhi" was revealed by the young man out of mercy after the guard in charge of interrogating the youth broke down and became a new patient in the shelter.

——The above is the news that my seniors secretly told me before I officially took office.

Wearing the formal attire specially prepared for the job when I came to the island, and holding a blank inmate file with only names in my arms, I left the dormitory building under the worried eyes of my seniors and stepped into the shelter silently.

The watchman who brought me to the island is waiting for me at the gatehouse.

"Welcome to the shelter." He calmly held out his hand as if he didn't know my resistance at all.

I didn't intend to shake hands with him, and I nodded with a fake expression of indifference belonging to the professional elite.The watchman waited for a moment, then retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, and motioned for me to follow.

"The detainee is still being treated. Considering the special situation, you are specially allowed to have close contact." The guard pressed the elevator floor and explained.

Although I'm not very good at dealing with the world, I can also understand that this is because the shelter tried to adopt a soft policy after they couldn't handle the other party, and I was just a pawn who was pushed out.

The young man named "Zhi" became famous in the "Watchman Incident" and has countless scary rumors on the island.If I only listen to those rumors, I am afraid that some demon god from hell has slipped into the world...

However, when I first saw him smiling and falling, I was so impressed that I couldn't be afraid—this should be the only reason why I can still stand here firmly.

When the elevator reached the floor used as a medical point, the door just opened a gap, and the nurse's weak cry floated in faintly.

"The patient in room 619 committed suicide again, please help me..."

I followed the guard out of the elevator, clutching the file bag blankly.

The guard who led the way seemed to have eyes behind his back, and casually gave me a generalization of the young man's "great achievements": since regaining consciousness, he quickly turned the number one leisure department on the island with an average of no less than three suicides per day. The workload of the medical department has increased to the point where it is necessary to work overtime.It is said that the person in charge of the medical department had lost the last bit of hair due to overtime work, and left yesterday angrily, and took a long-term sick leave of "I will never come back until this guy leaves".

I was in a strange mood, watching the guard knock on the door of the ward.

"Ah, guard, you came just in time!" The nurse who opened the door seemed to see a savior, "There are only a few girls left in the medical department, and I can't take them down at all..."

The guard was dragged into the house by her in a daze, and I walked behind, and at a glance I saw the bandage tied to the fan fluttering.

The nurse put her hands on her waist and stood next to the bandages and complained: "This guy wants to hang himself with the bandages, but somehow he fixed it to the fan, even if he stepped on a stool, he couldn't get it off!"

The floor height of this floor is higher than that of ordinary buildings. It is the height where the lady nurse stands on the stool and stretches her hands without touching the fan blades. In this case, it is obviously impossible to untie the specially fixed bandages.

The watchman looked up for a while, sighed, straightened the stool and took over the task of understanding the bandages.

The young man lying on the hospital bed kept coughing, but neither the nurse nor the watchman looked at him. I looked around and found a drinking fountain in a corner of the ward.

I walked back to the bed with the paper cup in my hand, squatted down, and handed the cup out.

"Well, hello?" My voice was tense, and the pressure brought by social barriers made me clenched my file bag tightly, as if it were a shield, "I, I'm the new counselor..."

One eye of the young man was wrapped in a bandage and covered by his hair, while the other iris-colored eye looked at me.

I hold my breath.

There is an invisible aura about him, even though he is restrained now, I still tremble like a mouse standing in front of a cat.

After looking at it for a while, he took the paper cup in my hand and drank it down. He smiled when he returned the empty cup: "What is the job of Miss Counselor?"

It wasn't a smile that he showed out of joy, he simply made an expression of "laughing".

The natural sharp intuition reminded me of this, and I suddenly became more nervous, staring at his pale cheeks and trying to speak.

"Well... I usually chat with you and care about your living conditions and mood..." I replied.

Currently, the tasks assigned by the shelter are to establish a good relationship with him and learn more information, but after the "watchman incident" and my current personal experience, there is still a chance of a good relationship. As for obtaining information...he does not With all the information I got out, the shelter must be on fire.

The young man was noncommittal, I didn't dare to look at his expression, I kept staring at the pale skin on my cheek, and added in a low voice, "My name is Gan Xunguang, please give me your advice."

He didn't respond to me, and I gave him a quick glance when the guard finally took the bandage off the fan and signaled me to leave.

--He fell asleep.

I don't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or disappointment, I stood up with difficulty, quietly moved my numb legs, and glanced at him again when I turned around.

The young man on the hospital bed was astonishingly pale and emaciated, and the bright sunlight after the typhoon almost penetrated his bloodless skin to reveal his bones.

He was bathed in such light, like a glass statue on the verge of breaking.