The protectors of this city are indeed unusual, and the poachers around me have fallen one after another.

I don't care if they fall or not, I'm even glad I met such a strong opponent.

I'm glad to be the last poacher, J, and he's not a poacher at all.

He's a loser.

If I were him, I would cut that person's throat with a knife, and then take the prey to myself as a victor and enjoy it slowly.

Instead of destroying the prey, everyone can't get it, his way is really not advisable.

I have to say that this is a pity, on the day of the wedding, I had planned to act that night, and I wanted to let the officer taste the feeling of being able to get and then lose.

It's a pity that Wang Bing ran ahead of me.

I was going to have a praying mantis to catch cicadas, and the yellow finch was behind.

Unexpectedly, Wang Bing, this kid, still had two more strokes, and he hid her very well, and he never gave me a chance.

Devil's Bay, I'm not sure that this kid Wang Bing can win this bet, and I'll take his mess.

Unexpectedly, Wang Bing, he actually had the courage to die with Luo Ya.

In that city, the poachers around me were gone, and my ultimate prey was gone.

And J, the loser, is immersed in the pain of losing his prey.

He didn't have time to take care of me, and I was completely out of his control.

No more going to his depressing place to receive his so-called psychotherapy.

The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high for the birds to fly.

I feel that I am truly free, I am no longer the poacher of that city, I feel that I still have more room for development, they used to limit my development, I can show my strength, be a poacher with a larger space, and there are no longer so many rules and regulations that restrict me.

However, when the true sense of freedom came, I was very uncomfortable.

I'm just a fucking coward who can't live a day without being controlled.

I started to look for prey frequently, but I couldn't find the one I wanted.

Irritability, restlessness, gradually took over my whole inner world.

I find that I don't know myself anymore, what do I want? What am I doing?

I went back to look for J, but unfortunately, J was gone, and I don't know where he went.

In the last state of sobriety, I know that the reason why I am like this has something to do with J.

It's like a drug addict who, after leaving the source of the drug supply, will be in a state of collapse and out of control.

I'm the drug addict, and J is where the drug comes from.

It was him, the result of him regularly letting me lie down in that big bed to rest.

He must have given me a kind of Gu as written in martial arts, and the antidote is only available to him.

The Gu worms in my body became more and more uncontrollable, and began to run around in my seven muscles and eight veins.

I didn't know myself at first, but I knew too well who I was from the beginning.

I've always lived as that pianist, so much so that I think I'm that pianist.

Just when I thought I was getting too tired of that kind of Gu, J he reappeared.

He was much more useful than the protector of those prey, and even though I hid it well, he still found me and brought me an antidote.

When I woke up again, I had never been so awake at that moment.

Who am I? Where am I from? Where are you going?

Everything has an answer.

On the night I left the city, on that street corner, a skinny figure with a backpack and a peaked cap walked past me.

The air wafted through the scent of roses, the smell so familiar, it seemed to smell somewhere.

I looked around, the reinforced concrete floor of the city, with a relentless smell, the scent of roses from nowhere.

It must have been the smell of the figure that passed by in a hurry just now.

As soon as I turned around, the figure had long since disappeared from the corner of the street, nowhere to be found.

I chased a few blocks away, but the figure never reappeared.

………………

This familiar building, of which I was once a member, is now silent, standing in the dark.

I regret why when I came back, there was no half of me to greet me, it was empty.

The boxy hut was still there, and there was a man facing the wall in it, exactly like in the dream.

The man in a hospital gown with a bald head.

He stood motionless in front of the white wall, he must have done something wrong and was punished.

When I was young, I was also punished by my teacher for standing.

In particular, I remember very well that the math teacher pulled me by the collar and carried me outside the classroom like a chicken.

It was the white wall, and he made me think about it for a whole class.

I didn't make much of a mistake, I just played the female classmate in front of me with a rubber band when he was in class. He slapped me hard and looked at me with a pair of gloomy eyes as if he was going to eat me.

Haha, math teacher? The math teacher with a beard.

If he were still alive, he would be in his seventies! Then he'd lived long enough.

The man facing the wall, he didn't pay attention to the people in the room, he was immersed in the world of repentance and couldn't extricate himself.

I pulled him over, and he was very fast and strong, and he turned around and immediately stuck to the wall again.

It's like there's all-purpose glue on your body.

I was furious, and the strength of my hand grew stronger and stronger, and I slammed him to the ground, and he was like a robot, still a very strong robot, and fell to the ground, and got up again, and pressed a bloody face against the wall.

Damn, it's a bit silly to compete with such a thing.

I decided to forget it, let him face the wall if he wants to! I still have a lot of work to do, and I can't put my strength on him alone.

I turned around and locked the iron door, and went downstairs, the night was so dark.

The hall on the first floor was flooded with ankle-high water, full of all kinds of garbage, an indescribable strange smell, stinging all kinds of strange smells and the smell of disinfectant water, stirring people's nerves.

This place is really not a place for people.

Thinking of this, I want to laugh inside.

It was indeed not a place for people to stay, but a place for a large number of mentally ill people.

To put it nicely, it's a psychiatric hospital.

To put it mildly, it's a prison, a prison for mental illness.

The rain boots stepped on the stagnant water and made a snapping sound, which was particularly crisp in the dark world.

I looked back at the dark building, and in that window on the 4th floor, there was a familiar pair of eyes staring at the outside world.

He's looking for an opportunity, and he's been looking for an opportunity to get out of here for decades.

It's been so long that sometimes he even forgets what his purpose here is.

I had to pinch my thigh hard, and I was pinched there and bruised, and then I was numb and didn't feel it.

Step by step in the puddle, the world behind him came alive.

The concrete floor in the courtyard is clean and tidy, the lights in the building are turned on one after another, and medical staff in white coats shuttle through the corridors.

Alas...... What a place to love and hate!

The eyes became moist, could this be the feeling of being more timid about homesickness?