The main building of the psychiatric hospital is three buildings arranged in a zigzag pattern.

The mouth above the character is a three-story medical building. The medical building is a standard cuboid with cracks on its surface, and although the years have beaten it to the point where it can be put into a coffin to die, it still trembles there with incomprehensible perseverance.

In the past, every time Tianxing saw this building, he felt that he was seeing it for the last time, and the next time he came, it would definitely fall down. But he had come so many times, and the building still stood there. Now Tianxing feels that even if it is a few hundred years away, this building will not collapse. Even if the destruction of heaven and earth is blown to ashes, this building will wander alone in space like a ghost.

Tianxing had previously tried to bring down the building with the feet that had knocked down countless foremen. Although Tianxing made a few rumbling kicks, Lou only staggered and laughed at Tianxing, and then returned to his original state. The cracks on the building are lined up horizontally, highlighting the darkness behind the cracks. The darkness and the rift between the crevices, which cannot be illuminated by light, are one with each other, like a slightly open mouth, waiting for the arrival of the prey. Under Tianxing's fierce attack, the big mouth was still slightly open, and it didn't open a bit.

Tianxing once asked his idler friend: "If you live in this building, aren't you afraid that it will collapse one day and you will be stoned to death among the rubble." ”

My friend just said, "It's harder than you think, because it's more than just a building." Tianxing's curiosity was aroused, and he was about to ask carefully, but his friend pretended to be mysterious and said: "Shh, don't ask again, it will hear, it doesn't like to be known about it." ”

Tianxing looked at his friend silently, deeply shocked by his friend's imagination, and deserved the title of mental illness.

The friend grinned mysteriously, the laughter was inaudible, but undisguised.

At that moment, Tianxing felt that his friend was disappearing into the fog and becoming elusive. This friend of Skywalker laughs a lot, but rarely mysteriously.

After seeing his friend's mysterious smile about the building, Tianxing thinks he's one step closer to psychosis. On the bright road to mental illness, Tianxing strides forward.

In short, Tianxing felt that this building was not simple, it was another existence that was free from his common sense. It was broken but not fragile, and no amount of destruction seemed weak in the face of his unimaginable mystery.

In contrast to the mystery of the main building, the mouth at the bottom left of the character is a small two-story building. The first floor of the small building is used as accommodation for the hospital's expatriate staff, and the second floor stores some of the hospital's equipment. The small building has a basement with a swarthy entrance, making it impossible to see what is in the dark basement. Tianxing came so many times, and did not see anyone go in, nor did he see anyone coming out of the basement. Maybe it's abandoned, or maybe it's a forbidden place.

The lower right side of the character is also a small two-story building, the second floor is home to the hospital's doctors and nurses, and the first floor is the kitchen, bathroom, and laundry room. A couple of cooks are smoking cigarettes on recliners in front of the kitchen, admiring the work of the hospital's mentally ill.

Between the main building of the hospital and the gate facing it is an open space about 200 meters long and 50 meters wide. In response to the call for green environmental protection, the hospital developed it into a self-reserved land. The yard is divided into many plots, which are planted with staple foods such as wheat, potatoes, cabbage, and turnips, as well as vegetables. The purpose of the hospital is self-sufficiency, and in order to allow the mentally ill to exercise and have a good body, all planting-related work is contracted to the patients.

Today, a group of sick people are weeding in a wheat field near the kitchen. In the shade of a tree in the distance, a few bored overseers were talking and laughing loudly. A big man who looked like a foreman sat on a chaise longue, silent, showing his leader's demeanor.

It was late spring, and the wheat was already heading. The sun shines through the clear sky at two o'clock in the afternoon, shining on the mentally ill without waste. Several mentally ill people had sweat on their faces, but they still spared no effort to pull the grass in the field. Although everyone didn't have any tools in their hands, because of the large number of people, the speed of pulling out the grass was not slow.

Tianxing looked at this hot labor scene, involuntarily raised his hand, and blurted out: "Everyone has worked hard." ”

A mentally ill person who was concentrating on pulling out the freshly pulled ears of wheat slowly raised his head, looked at Tianxing, and said indignantly: "Serve your second uncle." ”

Tianxing was speechless for a while, but four or five mentally ill people who were working seemed to be greatly stimulated, their hands opened their bows left and right, and wheat flew around. After a few clicks, the wheat field was pulled out of several large alopecia areata. Several of the overseers were greatly exasperated by this, and strode towards a few madmen who did not pull weeds, but pulled wheat.

The few wheat-pulling psychopaths are constantly expanding their gains like crazy. Several patches of alopecia areata grew larger and larger, and just as they were about to connect with each other, several overseers buckled the wrist of the mentally ill who was pulling out with lightning speed. Psychotic saw that his wrist was grabbed, he yelled a few times, and scuffled with the overseer.

Seeing that their companions were being bullied, the rest of the mentally ill put down their work and gathered around the overseer. Among them, the second master was even more agile, and in a few arrow steps, he rushed to the side of one of the overseers, and hit the overseer with a round fist. Other psychosis also quickly rushed to the side of several overseers, and a group fight was about to begin.

At this moment, the overseer, who had not moved in the shade of a tree on the side, suddenly reached out and took out a bunch of keys from his coat pocket.

The key was so dull that it was impossible to see what material it was made of.

The overseer flicked the key in front of him, and the dull but penetrating sound spread unstoppably into everyone's ears. It was not loud, like the clashing of branches swaying in the wind, faint in a noisy world of the screams of the scuffling psychiatric and the screams of the scuffled overseers.

If Tianxing hadn't seen the key in the overseer's hand, he wouldn't have even noticed the voice. But the voice was undeniably real, and everyone present heard it.

The cook, who was lying on the chaise longue smoking a cigarette, stood up in a panic, his eyes looking straight at the key in the hand of the overseer, like a prisoner waiting to be released; the mentally ill who were about to gather together to carry out a group beating stopped one after another, and turned their heads to look at the overseer, their eyes revealed a trace of unwillingness, a trace of fear, and a trace of despair; several pairs of class enemies who were scuffling together also stopped the scuffle. The mentally ill who had beaten the overseer stood up, and the scuffled overseers got up, patted the dust off their bodies, and returned to the overseer's side with a grim face.

Everyone at the scene looked at the overseer, except for Tianxing and the second master.

Tianxing was looking at the second master in amazement, and the second master was beating an overseer who was lying on the ground unconscious.

Another psychopath who participated in the group fight with him had already participated in the attention salute to the overseer, and did not stop the second master's attack on the overseer.

The second uncle didn't know if he heard the sound or noticed the abnormality of the others. He's just there doing what he thinks he's supposed to do. He was so focused, so hard, humming curses, waving his hands, his eyes just fixed on the chest of the overseer lying on the ground. He seemed to be thinking to himself, "Why hasn't this damn overseer died yet, his chest is still lying together, and it looks like he needs to work harder." ”

At this moment, Tianxing felt that the second master was like a warrior who fought the battlefield, he fought until his arms were sore and his legs were weak, but he was still fighting. He won't stop and won't give up until the final victory comes. However, the final victory was so far away, and his bloodshot eyes were already moistened by the inability to witness the moment of victory. At this moment, the second uncle is just desperately rebelling against fate, resisting the inescapable misfortune that will eventually come.

Tianxing felt that his nose was sour, and his heart was uncomfortable.

The second uncle's resistance did not last long. The overseer was already furious, and he probably couldn't forgive anyone for ignoring him, ignoring the key in his hand. With a wave of his hand, the grizzled overseers rushed towards the second master and raised their fists, ending the second master's senseless resistance. The surrounding psychopaths watched silently, and although they clenched their fists, they didn't swing their fists. The key is like a mountain, steadily suppressing all flames of resistance.

After all, the second uncle is just a person, although at first he was able to seize the gap in the frequent punch and kick attacks to fight back one or two punches, but soon under the continuous attacks, he held his head in his hands, was unconscious, and lay on the ground, motionless.

The overseers saw that he was not moving, and he didn't react no matter how he fought, and felt that the fight was boring, so they all retracted their hands and feet and returned to the overseer. The overseer shook the key majestically, threw down the sentence: "See you in the evening", and turned and walked away, leaving the overseers to continue to watch. Some of the mentally ill people bent down again and pulled out the grass in the wheat field. A few gathered around the second uncle to check on his injuries.

Seeing that the war ended so quickly before he joined, Tianxing couldn't help but feel a little annoyed that he had reacted too slowly just now and didn't join the battle in the first place to punish the strong and help the weak.

Everything just now did happen too quickly, and Tianxing only had the urge to join the battle, and before his hands and feet could move, it was all over.

Now all Tianxing can do is to step forward and see if the second master is dead. Although the second master had said to Tianxing the very personal words of "serving your second uncle", Tianxing felt that it was just a way for the second master to find a way to vent. The second uncle used his actions and his madness to resist the foreman, and to resist a certain misfortune represented by the key in the foreman's hand.

Although Tianxing often came here, this was the first time he had encountered such a thing. In the past, the patients worked very seriously under the supervision of the supervisor, and there was no abnormal phenomenon. This time, if it weren't for his sentence that everyone worked hard, maybe everyone would have worked as hard as before. It seems that Skywalk has become the fuse of this war. However, the appearance of the strange key later revealed the inevitability of this small-scale local war.