(I heard that there is a little cutie who wants to see Zuo Heng's plot, and the shyness in the double eleven bag = wo who is in a bad mood, presents a short story)

Since that man died, the vengeful police station has put Zuo Heng and you in a predicament.

One lingered outside the fence.

A man in the fence is close to madness.

……

Pure white and light blue are intertwined into an isolated area that is uninfected.

You stand barefoot on the cobblestone path, your eyes hollow, you don't feel the cold or pain, you just walk aimlessly.

“XX……”

Through the fence covered with wild roses, you may hear your name being called.

Wait, my name?

I don't have a name!

No!

The sudden tearing sensation invades your brain.

The frantic clamor made you run in an unknown direction as fast as you could, the color of blood slowly oozing from your feet.

Until they are caught and subdued.

The white-coated doctors who rushed up surrounded you like a white silk asking for your life.

Cryogenic tranquilizers are injected into blood vessels along the veins, and a second before you lose consciousness, you seem to be looking for some fateful bond.

Hollow eyes look at the fence -

Who is there?

"Get out, this is the patient named by Director Chen to be 'taken care of' by this hospital, and the idle people are not allowed to approach the nursing home!"

The security guard, who had a big waist and a round waist, kicked Zuo Heng in the waist and abdomen.

"I ...... I'll take another look at her, and it's good to ......"

Desperately peeling off the intertwined branches of the wild roses with his hands, there was a faint tattoo mark on the man's palm.

However, the half-faded green vine was blurry and undetectable under the fragmentation of countless wounds.

"Let's go, or I'll be greeted with an electric baton!"

The security guard looked at the middle-aged man in front of him impatiently - he didn't find a suitable place to pick up the rags!

"Get out of here!"

"Yes, yes......"

In the crevices of the green leaves, there is nothing.

The white and blue house is like a world apart.

Zuo Heng let the security guards drag him away.

Shabby clothes, sunken cheeks, and gray hair...... With such an embarrassed and depressed appearance, how can you still see that this person used to be a beautiful anchor?

“XX。”

The slender and delicate hands that have long since disappeared cover their cheeks gloomily.

Despite his desperate efforts, tears still flowed from his fingers, marking gray mud marks.

Zuo Heng called your name helplessly.

"XX, is there really no chance to see you again in this life?"

That's right.

No goodbye.

You quietly lose all consciousness in an overdose of sedatives.

Left, very peaceful.

Stay, suffer day after day.

This is the rule of the world, a merciless punishment for those who kill the owner of the aura.

(The benefits are fake, the stab is real)

……

(Angry?) Anger is fake, love me is real QAQ)