"Welcome to my kingdom, the kingdom of lunatics." As soon as he entered the main building of the hospital, Fry turned around with a smile and bowed to Jean and Tang Rao. "Stop it, little Frye, it always feels like a wraith will suddenly pop out of this place." Tang Rao said, looking around, grabbing Jean's arm, Fry burst out laughing, and for a moment the sound echoed in the empty corridor. He led the two of them to continue walking through the darkness that led directly to the cemetery. In the corridor. "Miss Tang Rao is still a little afraid of these things as always!" "Little Frye, women are born to be afraid of these things. This is nature and there is no way to change it." Gradually, you can see the light and the huge cemetery in front of you. A huge black pillar has the words "Land of the Dead" written on it. After Jean and Tang Rao walked over, Jean put down the flowers in his hands and looked at the urns inserted into the soil. In the past, people would have their own cemetery after death, but now it is different. After death, after cremation , if there is no place to place the ashes in your own home, you will usually leave it to the people at the disposal center, who will throw the ashes into the ravine in batches. Frye sat quietly in front of the ashes. This is also one of the important sources of income for the mental hospital. Family members can pay a little money to place the urns here. More than 200,000 urns have been placed here. , a barrel-shaped urn only 20 cm high and 5 cm long. And Frye never asks for an exorbitant price, and he can give whatever he is willing to pay.
At this time, Jean and Tang Rao had their eyes closed, both of them were hunched over, with one hand on their chests, mourning, and there was an obvious sadness on Tang Rao's face. Frye smiled helplessly, smoking a cigarette and looking at the urn in the cemetery. "My parents, elder brothers, sisters and younger brother are also here. When Bright City was first built, my father joined the army here. However, the conflict reached a point where it was difficult to talk about. My father died in the war. When I was 3 years old , I can still see these memories occasionally, like a lingering nightmare." After a while, both Gene and Tang Rao looked at the cemetery quietly. Fry stood up, quietly walked to an urn and squatted down. "Mr. Jean, Miss Tang Rao, countless of your friends are sleeping here. You have watched people grow up and die again and again. Times have changed, but you gods can only carry everything. Think about it. Maybe you are the saddest ones, friends and lovers will only grow old and die in the end." "What are you talking about, little Fry." Frye rubbed the surface of the urn quietly. "I may be dying, Mr. Jean, Miss Tang Rao, thank you very much for teaching me such things as faith, so I took root in this mental hospital. I just don't like the guys outside. This is It seems to be a challenge for myself and myself. How many times have I wanted to give up, but I know that when I leave here, it will be the death of these lunatics. Every plant and tree here is all my hard work over the years. , but it’s a pity that no one wants to communicate with crazy people because they feel that they are no longer normal people, or they are no longer human.” Both Gene and Tang Rao knew that Frye, who had a bright future at that time, was the same generation as Hua Shen. The two men who were most promising to become the chiefs of Section 4 were also good friends and had supported each other for many years. Unfortunately, in the end, Frye I chose to come here. At that time, no one was willing to manage or take over the place. Many people in the city suggested that crazy people be sent directly to the barrier area. However, many crazy people did a lot for Brilliant City while they were still conscious. Contribution, Frye finally stood up in the hall of Congress and said that he was willing to take over everything here. At that time, many people thought he had gone crazy. Fry stepped in here without hesitation. One of his ears was bitten off by a lunatic on the first day he entered. Then, during a riot by lunatics, he had two fingers cut off and was dying. One time, a madman pushed him into a waste disposal tank. The acid corroded most of his body, and there was an obvious burn on the back of his hand. Gene walked behind Frye, squatted down and put a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry, Fry." Frye smiled and shook his head. "My beliefs are different from yours. Mr. Jean and Miss Tang Rao. You only hope that the city can continue to move towards a bright future, while I only hope that these guys can be cured. They are obviously just sick. As long as we find a way Just cure them. Even if they cannot be cured, at least they can work and live like normal people. They are just products of this abnormal society and are the epitome of Brilliant City." Gene smiled and stood up. "Things may turn around a little bit, Frye. After all, everything must be done by someone, someone is willing to do it, with different positions and different beliefs. I never feel that I am superior to others. After all, I am a human being. As a human being, I have many things." I can’t touch things, I’m sorry.” Fry stood up with a hearty smile. "I'm really happy that you two can come here this year. Although the place is a bit poor, I'll make some side dishes and want to have a drink with you two."
The meal was in a small room on the second floor of the main building, and we ate happily. Fry used the potatoes he received today and vegetables from the field to make some side dishes, got some low-quality wine, and drank it with Ji. Ntangrao drank. The blood-red light dissipated, and under the dim street lights, Gene and Tang Rao walked out of the mental hospital, with Fry following behind them. "Live well, little Frye. After all, the guys here need you, because you never discriminate against anything, just face it." Fry bowed and watched Jean and Tang Rao disappear little by little on the path going up. There was a trace of sadness in his eyes. After a while, tears flowed out, and soon two lines of thick tears fell. On his face, Frye gradually cried like a child. Although the mental patients behind him walked out numbly, with dull eyes, they seemed not to want to see Frye cry, and they seemed to be comforting. next to. "I'm sorry, Mr. Jean, Miss Tang Rao, I'm sorry for causing you trouble, but I have been unable to abandon what you have taught me. I cannot abandon it. I can only challenge you. The future of mankind requires Linked.” Frye stood up and looked at the dark and lightless neighborhood in the distance with firm eyes. A breeze blew by, and with a creaking sound, the door of Frye Mental Hospital was closed. Frye led the patients behind him in a straight line towards the dark main building, gradually being submerged in the darkness. At night, Frye Mental Hospital still stands here, and no one wants to see this eerie place, full of darkness and despair.