Now, I am forced to be locked up in this "prison" that is worse than a mental hospital, because everyone is ostracized, and I cannot face the cynicism of these so-called mentally ill people, let alone the label they label me as a madman. I stayed in this iron door with only one bed, and the iron door had a lock on it, just like inside the prison where I could only see a little bit of the world outside through the sunlight, but for me, inside and outside, we were all prisoners in the prison, not even prisoners.

Do you think that's the end of the story in this place where liberty is deprived?

Outside the iron gate, they are trying to prove to the dean that they are normal people, which is really a ridiculous fact, a normal person proves that he is normal, and this thing itself is not normal. We didn't know how to get out of the hospital, let alone change the hospital's perception of us through our actions, so that he would think we were normal and get out. In this quiet and deprived of freedom, I sorted out my thoughts, I came to the mental hospital by chance, and then I received electric shock therapy, which made me miserable, the hospital asked before whether to cooperate with the treatment or not to cooperate with the treatment, because I followed everyone's opinion, "taking medicine is equivalent to admitting that you are sick, and you must not take medicine if you want to go out", just like "The Rabble": the group is unconscious, easily manipulated by suggestion. In the end, I chose to cooperate with the treatment and took the medicine given by the hospital. Because of the exclusion of the group, I was locked up in this "prison" that would not see the light of day.

Back to that topic. Outside they were having a heated argument.

"Stop singing, if it works, the dean would have been here a long time ago."

"No, no, no, it must be that our method is not right, there must be other methods."

At the moment, they are racking their brains to think.

"Lawyer Chen, you have experience dealing with prisons, right?"

"It's not a prison."

"Let's think it's a prison, when we're a prisoner," "What can a normal prison do to get people from the prison to get into the cells." ”

"For example, poisoning, prison escapes, fights, hunger strikes." Lawyer Chen Yong counted them like a few treasures.

"Fight."

"It's kind of interesting."

"That, Chen Ping", "Come, Lawyer Chen." ”

"Fight him, I'm afraid to kill him."

"No kidding, I can't hang up my glasses."

"No, why should I hit him?"

"Because he harassed Han Yuchen, she is a woman, you are indignant and brave!." After that, Leslie Cheung stubbornly touched Chen Ping's hand to Han Yuchen's chest like a dragonfly.

"You actually touched me, did you see it? You actually touched me. ”

"Sexual harassment!"

"You're old! You old thing. ”

"It doesn't make sense!" Chen Ping said.

"Old pervert."

Doctor Du Ziteng gently pushed Chen Ping, and Leslie Cheung pushed Chen Ping to the ground.

"Old rascal."

Leslie Cheung symbolically slapped Chen Ping's chest a few times, and shouted at the monitor: "Have you seen it?" Someone is doing something to him, come on! I tell you, if you don't come again, you can't afford to take this responsibility. ”

Seeing that the monitor did not respond, Leslie Cheung walked over, he stretched out our calloused wrist to Chen Ping's neck, and began to pinch his neck with his wrist ability.

"What are you doing, helping?" Leslie Cheung shouted to everyone.

The other people's dull eyes showed a hint of pity, as if they wanted to stop Leslie Cheung from doing this, but they couldn't do anything.

Seeing this scene, I was stunned, this was something that was about to suffocate, my heart was in my throat, and I rushed out immediately, trying to stop this tragedy.

"Don't fight, you're going to strangle him." I yelled.

Chen Yong immediately ran over, "Leslie Cheung, stop it!" He pulled Leslie Cheung's body apart and punched him in the face with his fist, and then Leslie Cheung fell down at a galloping speed.

"Are you alright? Mr. Chen. ”

"How do you hit someone?" Leslie Cheung asked, covering his injured mouth.

"You're still killing?" Chen Yong said categorically, "Crazy people should stay where crazy people should be." He pointed to the iron gate where I had stayed before.

Leslie Cheung glared at him without complaint, and then walked into the iron gate where I had been.