While he was unconscious, several of us carried him to the "confinement cell" and locked the door with lightning speed, and we were all relieved the moment the lock was closed. Not only because this madman may threaten his own life, but also because he destroys the space in which we live and the atmosphere of disharmony that is already in place.

"Come out, Leslie Cheung, he is the only factor that destroys our relationship." Lawyer Chen Yong said unkindly.

Leslie Cheung walked out slowly, and then said to us in a calm and peaceful tone: "I'm sorry, this is my bad, I shouldn't be so impulsive," and bowed deeply.

"That's the real madman." We said indignantly.

"Let's go! I don't want to see madmen. Chen Ping said disdainfully.

When we found the middle of the hall, he woke up and immediately got up, screaming hysterically like us.

We ignored his screams, but they grew louder and louder, and we, the onlookers, had to care about our own quiet gains.

"Whew!" Chen Ping was very disgusted, as if standing in front of him was a demon who did all kinds of evil.

Chen Yong stared at us with wolf-like eyes, just like Sherlock Holmes did not let go of any clues, and his eyes made me feel frightened.

"Driver Chen, Driver Dick Si Chen." Du Ziteng sneered.

Chen Yong angrily stretched out his hand to us outside the iron gate, as if to catch us.

"What do you mean? You're crazy. ”

"What's wrong with me being crazy? Everyone here is crazy, no one can get out, no one wants to get out. ”

"Whew!"

"It's okay, let's go!" I said as if nothing had happened.

I am a devout Christian, and I meditate in my heart, "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, and your will be done on earth as it is in heaven." Our daily bread is given to us this day to forgive us our debts, just as we have forgiven our debtors. and not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil: for all the kingdom and glory are yours forever, Amen. "Every day, I meditate on lines from the Bible because I feel that it can bring comfort, enrich one's spiritual life, and seek relief from suffering.

At this moment, I am confined to a dark mental hospital, hoping that God will save my soul, where there is no freedom, no rule of law, only violence and the unbearable weight of life. I read the Bible, hoping that the God of the Bible would give me the hope of living beyond suffering, and that anyone who has the hope of living at any time is noble.

Now we are in the room opposite the confinement room, although we have chosen a little bright and warm lamp in it, but we are discussing the question of whether we can survive or not to get out of here. Because we have cut off all contact with the outside world and do not have any communication equipment, we seem to be the villagers in Tao Yuanming's "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring", "No matter the Wei and Jin dynasties, we don't know that there is a Han dynasty." This sentence aptly describes the state we are in now. We have different professions, and the only difference is that some people have injuries and some people don't. So we started a heated discussion.

"Based on the lessons of previous history, we have preliminarily set a basic plan." History teacher Chen Pingzhen said eloquently, "To put it simply, it's just eight words." Tear down and start over, happy healing. ”

"What do you mean?" Leslie Cheung asked.

History teacher Chen Ping showed a sly smile, "The two of us have reached a basic consensus. She pointed to the doctor next to her, Du Ziteng, "The hospital now determines that we have mental illness, which is to make them admit that they have arrested the wrong person, but once they admit that they have arrested the wrong person, they will have to bear the next joint and several liability." "So they'd rather we fight each other to death than come out and admit our mistakes."

"So, we should admit our mistakes." Doctor Du Ziteng added.

"Let's say we do suffer from mental illness, but, after a period of treatment, eh! We've recovered, so can we get out of here? History teacher Chen Ping continued.

"How do you prove that we are recovered?" Leslie Cheung asked again.

"To put it simply, there is no way for a madman to understand the norms of social civilization." Doctor Du Ziteng's confidence increased greatly and he said endlessly. "If we are mentally ill and later recover, what the hospital wants to see is a revival of social civilization and moral order in us."

"Oh, I see." Again, we got unanimous acceptance.

"Leslie Cheung, I'm sorry." Chen Ping apologized suddenly, but none of us were surprised, it was unexpected.

"Although you were at fault before, I want to owe you a word of apology." Then, Chen Ping stretched out his small hands that were once covered with chalk ash, "This is all over." Just as Leslie Cheung wanted to reach over to shake hands, Chen Ping retracted his hand and turned his head to everyone: "That's what we want to say." This made Leslie Cheung embarrassed and silent, and his face was full of color.

"Yes, the direction is right." Doctor Du Ziteng encouraged, "Respect, tolerance, understanding and humility. We need to learn this ability, we must work together, and we will not engage in one-size-fits-all or one-size-fits-all. ”

"As long as we admit that we are sick," he said, he picked up the restraint suit he had mentioned earlier, that is, the "prison uniform" mentioned earlier, and put it on for everyone.

In short, we need to reflect positively, isn't there a saying in the history of receiving treatment: "Where you fall, you should get up from there?" “

"So", suddenly Chen Yong pushed open the door of the confinement room and ran straight towards us.