In a restaurant located near the military department in the northwest of the middle floor, from time to time some people looked enviously at Tang Rao and Jean who were sitting near the glass window on the second floor, and the two of them together completely crushed any couple in terms of appearance and temperament.

There are a lot of people in the 3rd branch around here, all of whom are a little puzzled about who the big beauty sitting opposite Jean is, many people have not seen it, that kind of beauty can penetrate into the bones, a smile between conversations, and a feminine softness and atmosphere exuded between gestures, so that many people can't help but stop and take a few looks.

"I said I'm a good match for you, Jean, why don't we get married?"

Tang Rao muttered jokingly, with habit in her mouth, and staring at Jean with playful and lovely eyes, Jean sat back comfortably and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"You big-headed ghost, I just want to rest until the afternoon today, and I'll walk around nearby and we'll find a place to rest."

Tang Rao pursed her lips, her expression was cute and full of charm, and the male *** member who walked over next to her couldn't help but swallow and was stunned.

"Sir, something has dropped."

Jean raised a finger as he spoke, and the soup that was about to land was banned in the air, and the waiter hurriedly thanked him again and again, and left with a red face.

Tang Rao looked out the window helplessly, she took out a slender cigarette, and just lit her temperament and completely changed to another state, like a water lily in the fog, highlighting a melancholy temperament.

"How's Quasimodo's doing?"

Tang Rao asked, and Jean smiled and nodded.

"He is not a wicked person, on the contrary, he is a simple person with firm beliefs, and you know the cause and effect of what happened back then."

"I don't bother to care if I believe in it or not, since he made a move, he naturally knows the consequences, but now his mind should be a little more mature."

Jean smiled helplessly and nodded as he thought about what had happened that night.

"It's okay, let's go."

Jean stood up as he spoke, Tang Rao comfortably took Jean's hand, and the two walked out of the store.

Throughout noon, Jean accompanied Tang Rao in and out of some stores, Tang Rao took the opportunity to buy a lot of clothes, Jean paid, and many clerks were dumbfounded.

"What are you buying so many clothes for?"

Near dusk, the two entered the old city in the north, which was close to the lower level, and Tang Rao smiled and was very happy along the way.

"Anyway, I didn't buy it with my money, so I have nothing to feel sorry for."

Jean hugged the flowers, smiled helplessly, the dilapidated stone path in front of him was winding, the two kept going down, many residents in this place have moved away, because it is the old city, many families are unable to connect the light and shadow material pipeline in a short time, so many furniture are 100 years ago, can only use biological batteries as a power source.

Although there are companies and some small workshops in the production of this kind of bacterial battery city, the company is under strict supervision, basically the materials used are good, and the leakage problem is basically eliminated, and many of the bacterial batteries produced by those individuals or small workshops are not up to standard, although cheap, and some batteries use a lot of carnivorous bacteria, power generation is very large, once the consequences of leakage are unimaginable, the light may be disabled, and the heavy ones die directly.

After the leakage of these batteries, bacteria will also cause a wide range of pollution, although under strict control, and repeated rebirth of safety, but there are still a lot of unscrupulous profiteers, relying on batteries to make a lot of money, because there is no production number, it is very difficult to find out the specific person, and most of the people who bought bacterial batteries, do not know where to buy it, most of them rely on manual logistics to deliver to the door.

Even if it is listed as contraband, qualified manual logistics strictly review logistics products, while those scattered scud logistics are difficult to check.

Gradually, Tang Rao looked at the rusty courtyard in front of her with an irritated face, two twisted crooked trees, a towering courtyard wall with spikes of dissatisfaction, and the gloomy building behind her, and the two of them had come to the door of the Frye Mental Hospital.

"It's really surprising, Mr. Jean, Miss Tang Rao, I haven't seen you for many years."

As soon as the two of them went down, Frye, who was still reviewing the materials in his chair, stood up and looked at Jean and Tang Rao with emotion.

"Mr. Jean, you are still the same as before, Miss Tang Rao, you are still beautiful."

Tang Rao sighed and waved her hand helplessly.

"Little Fry, look how handsome you were when you were young, and now you are nearly a hundred years old, and you have become this virtue."

Frye raised his left hand and pressed the few hairs on his head, smiled, Jean glanced helplessly at the mental hospital behind Fry, he knew everything here, if it weren't for Fry, some of these patients would have died long ago, it was Frye who worked day and night, taking care of these patients, and correcting their behavior, so that they could return to work.

"What about the staff at your hospital?"

Tang Rao asked, and Fry smiled, revealing her mutilated black teeth.

"It's long gone, Miss Tang Rao, you don't know, the guy who is willing to come to work here can't stand it for 1 month at most, and some people are almost insane, after all, in the face of madmen, it takes more effort, by the way, can you donate some money to me."

Frye said as he took his wallet card, which had just over 800 on it.

"How much do you want?"

Jean asked, and Tang Rao waved his hand, saying that he didn't bring a wallet, so he could only help.

"It's good to have 5,000, Mr. Jean."

Jean pulled out his wallet and gave Frye 100,000.

"No....... So many, really, 5,000 can already make the more than 30,000 people in it a little more comfortable, I ......."

"You can take it, this flower, I want to put it in front of the cemetery in the back."

Frye stood up, turned and walked slowly, and the two followed, and a large number of patients were toiling on either side, and one of the patients, seeing them enter, went out and moved the table and chair in, and locked the door.

The two looked at the happy Fry in front of them, like a child, the back was a little embarrassing, when Frye put down everything and came to the mental hospital where he lived, everyone laughed at him, saying that he didn't care what these crazy people do, but Frye and those people were red-faced, insisting that they were also people, not beasts or monsters, and he must find a way to cure them.

Jean sent Frye to this mental hospital at that time, he was not deterred by everything in front of him, but he did it for more than 50 years, and cured many mental patients, and these incurable mental patients, he tried his best to help them recover their most primitive behavior as human beings, so that they could work and play some simple games.