In a restaurant located near the Military Department on the northwest side of the middle floor, people from time to time look enviously at Tang Rao and Jean who are sitting and dining near the glass window on the second floor. The two of them are completely overpowering in appearance and temperament when they are together. Any couple. There are many people in the 3rd department nearby, and they are all a little confused about who the beautiful woman sitting opposite Jean is. Many people have never seen it before. That kind of beauty can penetrate into the bones. Every smile and smile while talking, The feminine charm and atmosphere exuding from every gesture made many people couldn't help but stop and take a look. "I said you and I are a perfect match, Jean. How about we get married?" Tang Rao muttered jokingly, with a habit in his mouth, and stared at Jean with playful and cute eyes. Jean sat back comfortably and exhaled a puff of smoke. "You big-headed devil, I just want to rest until the afternoon. Later, we can wander around and find a place to rest." Tang Rao pursed his lips, his expression endearing and full of charm. The male waiter walking next to him couldn't help but swallowed, and was stunned. "Sir, something fell." Gene said as he raised a finger to stop the soup that was about to hit the ground. The waiter thanked him hurriedly and left with a blushing face. Tang Rao looked helplessly out of the window. She took out a slender cigarette. As soon as she lit it, her temperament completely changed into another state, like a water lily in the mist, highlighting a melancholic temperament. "How's that Quasimodo guy?"
Tang Rao asked at this time, and Gene smiled and nodded. "He is not a villain in the first place. On the contrary, he is a simple man with firm beliefs. You also know the cause and consequences of what happened back then." "I don't care about whether you believe in something or not. Since he took action, he naturally knows the consequences, but his mind should be more mature now." When Gene thought about what happened that night, he smiled helplessly and nodded. "It's okay, let's go." Jean stood up as he spoke, and Tang Rao held Jean's hand comfortably, and the two walked out of the store. Throughout noon, Jean accompanied Tang Rao as he went in and out of some stores. Tang Rao took the opportunity to buy a lot of clothes, and Jean paid, which made many store clerks dumbfounded. "Why did you buy so many clothes?" As dusk approached, the two entered the old city near the lower level in the north. Tang Rao smiled and looked very happy along the way. "It wasn't bought with my money anyway, so I have nothing to feel bad about." Gene hugged the flowers and smiled helplessly. The dilapidated stone path in front of him was winding and winding. The two of them kept going down. Many residents in this place had moved away. Because it was an old city, many families were gone for a short time. There is no way to connect the light and shadow material pipes, so many furniture are from 100 years ago and can only use biological batteries as the power source. Although there are companies and some small workshops producing this type of bacterial battery in the city, the companies are under strict supervision and basically use good materials, basically eliminating leakage problems. However, those bacterial batteries produced by individuals or small workshops Many of them are substandard, although they are cheap, and some batteries use a lot of flesh-eating bacteria and generate a lot of electricity. Once leaked, the consequences will be disastrous, ranging from disability to death. After these batteries leak, bacteria will also cause widespread contamination. Although under strict control and safety has been repeatedly restored, there are still many unscrupulous profiteers who make a lot of money from the batteries. Because there is no production number, it is necessary to check It is very difficult to identify specific people, and most people who bought bacterial batteries do not know where they bought them, and most of them rely on manual logistics to deliver them to their doorsteps. Even if it is listed as contraband, qualified manual logistics will strictly review logistics products, while those scattered Scud logistics are difficult to check. Gradually, Tang Rao looked irritably at the rusty courtyard in front of him, two twisted and fallen trees, the towering spiked courtyard wall, and the eerie building behind. The two of them had arrived. The entrance to Lai Mental Hospital. "It's really surprising. Mr. Jean and Miss Tang Rao, we haven't seen each other for many years." As soon as the two of them got down, Frye, who was sitting on the chair and still reviewing the information, stood up and looked at Jean and Tang Rao emotionally. "Mr. Jean, you are still the same as before, and Miss Tang Rao, you are still as young as ever." Tang Rao sighed and waved his hands helplessly.
"Little Frye, look how handsome you were when you were young. Now that you are nearly a hundred years old, you have become this virtuous." Frye raised his left hand and pressed the few hairs on his forehead, and smiled. Gene helplessly glanced at the mental hospital behind Frye. He knew everything here. If it weren't for Frye, these patients would probably have died. It was Fry who worked day and night to take care of these patients and correct their behavior so that they could return to the workforce. "Where are your hospital staff?" Tang Rao asked, and Frye smiled, showing his incomplete black teeth. "They've all run away a long time ago, Miss Tang Rao, you don't know that those who are willing to work here can't stand it for at least a month, and some even almost lose their minds. After all, facing lunatics requires more effort. Thank you for your hard work. By the way, can you two donate some money to me?" Frye said as he held up his wallet card, which only had more than 800 yuan on it. "How much do you want?" Jean asked, and Tang Rao waved his hand, indicating that he didn't have a wallet, so there was nothing he could do to help. "It would be nice to have 5,000, Mr. Jean." Gene took out his wallet and gave Frye 100,000. "No need. It's so much. Really, 5,000 can already make the more than 30,000 people inside a little more comfortable. I" "Just take it. I want to place these flowers in front of the cemetery behind." Fry stood up, turned around and walked slowly. The two of them followed in. At this time, a large number of patients were working on both sides. After a patient saw them coming in, he went out to move the tables and chairs in and locked them. door. The two looked at the happy Fry in front of them, like a child, and his back was a bit embarrassing. Back then, Fry gave up everything and came to the mental hospital where he lived. Everyone laughed at him and said he didn't care what these lunatics did, but Fry Lai argued with those people and became red-faced, insisting that they were also human beings, not beasts or monsters, and he must find a way to cure them. Gene sent Frye to this mental hospital at that time. He was not deterred by what he saw. Instead, he worked for more than 50 years and cured many mental patients. And for these incurable mental patients, he tried every means to help them recover. In order to understand the most primitive behaviors of human beings, let them work and play simple games.