Baltimore Psychiatric Crime Shelter.

I'm sorry to keep our eyes back on this place, because even if it's beautifully built, it still can't hide the fact that it's a gloomy place. After all, no one likes mental illness, let alone criminals, and a place full of mentally ill criminals will not be liked.

Well...... This sentence is a bit absolute, because there are still some people who like this kind of place.

Like Barney, our caregiver.

Barney is a good boy, a good boy in the truest sense of the word.

He is 38 years old, and like everyone here, he has no car, no house, and no girlfriend, but unlike you, he is strong, polite, hardworking, strong, sincere, and never speaks ill of others behind their backs...... In fact, he never said anything in front of people.

Because he's mute.

Anyway, he has a lot of advantages, so now let's pick a simple one...... For example, "strong character". It's easy to tell...... After all, he is alive.

Yes, he did not commit suicide, which is enough to prove his strength.

Because in the past 30 years, his experience has been extremely wonderful, after he was born, the first interaction he enjoyed from his family was domestic violence, his father was a dismissed worker, he drank heavily all day, and he beat Barney whenever he was drunk, and he beat Barney when he was sober, just because Barney was a congenital mute.

Later, when he was 10 years old, his mother finally mustered up the courage to divorce his father, and the court graciously awarded custody of Barney to his mother, and when he was 10 years and three months old, his mother died in a car accident, so Barney spent almost all of his last 20 years with his father.

He was bullied at school when he was in school, dropped out of school early to find a job, was beaten at home like three meals a day, he lived hard to be 20 years old, and when his size finally reached the time when his father couldn't beat him, he had to work harder to pay off his gambling debts, and when he was 35 years old, the gambling debts were finally paid off, and his father suffered from a disease because of obesity.

And since his father had never worked for decades and had not paid taxes at all, the law once again threw high medical bills on Barney's head when a dying old man lay in the hospital.

Luckily, Barney was offered a job as a nurse at the Baltimore Psychiatric Crime Containment Center, so he was grateful for it, as it allowed him to barely stay alive.

Anyway, his father, who weighed 200 pounds, happily lay on the hospital bed for three years, and finally swallowed his breath under the gaze of the beautiful little nurse.

Look, if you feel that your life is very unsatisfactory, then Barney is your role model, he has been paying for a man who tortured him all his life, until the end, he has not scolded or even refuted that man once, and these tragic experiences, he has no way to confide in people, who made him a dumb person.

So you can only keep it in your heart until you break out or die.

Oh, by the way, Barney isn't a name, who would call such a strange name.

"Barney" is just a kind code name, because he can't speak, so he can only whimper simple sounds like "bar" or "ne" in his mouth, so the other colleagues here are used to calling him Barney directly.

And his real name is......

Michael. Lemo]

......

After dinner, the Baltimore Shelter Center was as silent and gloomy as usual.

But I don't know what happened recently, but everyone can see that Barney is in a good mood these days. He always had a faint smile on his face, nodding and greeting every colleague who passed by, and even sometimes, passing by his lounge, one could hear him snorting to himself.

It was as if he had gradually transformed from a cold stuffy gourd to a warm and polite gentleman.

After work, everyone left, leaving only some doctors and guards on duty.

Barney doesn't have a home, his home has already been mortgaged by his father as a bet, so he lives in the rest room of the shelter all year round, and the warden likes the staff who can stay at work 24 hours a day.

In the darkness, a flickering light.

The lights in the back kitchen of the cafeteria were turned on......

Barney's breath sliced across his mutilated vocal cords, humming an unpleasant tune that echoed through the empty prison kitchen.

I saw him come to a corner of the refrigerator, his thick arms rummaging between the refrigerated ingredients, and finally, he turned out a piece of liver.

The liver didn't seem to have been refrigerated for long, and there was only a thin layer of frost on the surface of the plastic bag.

Satisfied, Barney took out the liver, carefully washed off the remaining blood, and then put it on the cutting board, carefully cutting it into small pieces......

His technique is very skilled, it is hard to imagine that a man with five big and three thick will have such delicate knife work, those soft fat because of refrigeration, become less fragile, when the blade cuts, the subtle texture can be transmitted from the handle to the palm......

Barney seemed to enjoy the feeling, and he happily raised the volume of his humming.

Yes, the liver must have a thick layer of fat, so that after the high temperature, the swollen surface can absorb more spices, which can be egg yolks, or some flour stirred with lemonade, in short, only in this way, can cover the faint bitterness of the internal organs. Then watch them grow crispy on the top but still soft on the inside in the butter, garnished with some celery and degreasing green beans...... It is best served with a glass of naturally fermented white wine.

Unfortunately, white wine is not found in the prison kitchens...... But this liver is still perfect.

So Barney was satisfied with the dish and carefully plated it, and then ...... Buckle with an aluminum lid.

He didn't eat himself, but pushed the dining cart, in this dim, empty corridor,

With the screeching of wheels

Disappeared into the darkness.