"Welcome to my kingdom, the kingdom of madmen."

As soon as he stepped into the main building of the hospital, Frye turned around with a smile and bowed to Jean and Tang Rao.

"Don't make a fuss, little Fry, this place always feels like a ghost is going to pop up all of a sudden."

Tang Rao said, looking left and right, dragging Jean's arm, Fry laughed, and for a while the sound echoed in the empty corridor, and he led the two of them to continue walking through the dark corridor leading to the cemetery.

"Miss Tang Rao is still the same as always, a little afraid of these things!"

"Little Fry, women are naturally afraid of these things, this is their nature, and there is no way to reverse it."

Gradually, you can see the light, and the huge cemetery in front of you, a huge black pillar with the words "Land of the Dead".

After Jean and Tang Rao walked over, Jean put down the flowers in his hand, and looked at the urns inserted into the soil, in the past, after death, people would have their own cemeteries, but now it is different, after people are cremated after death, if there is no place to put ashes in their own home, they will generally be handed over to the people in the disposal center, and they will throw people's ashes into the ravine in batches.

Frye sat quietly in front of the ashes, which is also an important source of income for the mental hospital, and the family can pay a little money to put the urns here, where more than 200,000 urns have been placed, only 20 centimeters high and 5 centimeters long.

And Frye never asks for a lot of money, he can give as much as he wants.

At this time, Jean and Tang Rao closed their eyes, both of them bowed their bodies, pressed one hand on their chests, and mourned, Tang Rao's face revealed a trace of obvious sadness.

Frye smiled helplessly, smoking a cigarette, and looked at the urn in the cemetery.

"My parents, older siblings and younger brother are also here, when the bright city was built, my father was here in the army, but when the conflict was difficult to talk about, my father fell in the war, when I was 3 years old, these memories are still occasionally seen, like a lingering nightmare."

After a while, Jean and Tang Rao were quietly looking at the cemetery, and Fry stood up and quietly walked to an urn and crouched down.

"Mr. Jean, Miss Tang Rao, there are countless of your friends sleeping here, watching people grow up again and again, watching people die again and again, the times change, and you gods can only carry everything, think about maybe you are the saddest, friends and lovers will only eventually grow old and die."

"What are you talking about, little Fry."

Frye rubbed the surface of the urn quietly.

"I may have died, Mr. Jean, Miss Tang Rao, I really thank you before, you taught me such a thing as faith, so I took root in this mental hospital, just unhappy with those guys outside, it's like it's my own and my own challenge, how many times I want to give up, but I know that when I leave here, it's the death period of these madmen, every grass and tree here is my hard work over the years, but unfortunately, no one will want to communicate with madmen, Because I feel that they are not normal people anymore, or they are no longer human. ”

Jean and Tang Rao both knew that Fry, who had a bright future at that time, was the same as Huashen, and the two men who were most likely to become the chief of Section 4 were also friends and supported each other for many years, but it was a pity that Frye chose to come here in the end.

At that time, no one was willing to manage or take over here, and many people in the city proposed that as long as the crazy people were sent directly to the barrier area, but many crazy people did a lot of contributions to the bright city when they were still conscious, and finally Frye stood up in the hall of the parliament and said that he was willing to take over everything here, and many people thought he was crazy at the time.

Frye stepped into the place without hesitation, one of his ears had been bitten off by a madman on the first day he entered, and then in a riot by the madmen, he had two fingers cut off and was dying, and then at one point a madman pushed him into a waste disposal pond, the acid corroded most of his body, and there was a visible burn on the back of his hand.

Jean walked up behind Frye and crouched down with a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Fry."

Frye smiled and shook his head.

"My beliefs are different from yours, Mr. Jean, Miss Tang Rao, you only hope that the city can continue to move towards a bright future, and I only hope that this group of guys can be cured, obviously they are just sick, as long as they find a way to cure it, even if they can't be cured, at least let them be able to work and live like normal people, they are just the product of this deformed society, the epitome of the bright city."

Jean smiled and stood up.

"Things may take a little turn for the better, Fry, after all, someone has to do everything, someone is willing to do it, different positions, different beliefs, I never feel that I am superior, after all, I am a human being, and I have a lot of things that I can't touch as a human being, I'm sorry."

Frye smiled heartily and stood up.

"I'm really happy that you two can come here this year, even though the place is a little bit bad, I want to get some side dishes and want to have a drink with the two of you."

The meal was in a small room on the second floor of the main building, and he ate happily, and Fry used the potatoes he received today, with the vegetables in the field, to make some side dishes, and made a little inferior wine, and drank it with Jean Tangrao.

The blood-red light dissipated, and under the dim streetlights, Jean and Tang Rao walked out of the mental hospital, and Fry followed behind the two.

"Live well, little Fry, after all, the guys here need you, because you don't discriminate against anything, you just have to face it."

Frye bowed, watching Jean and Tang Rao disappear on the path up little by little, there was a sadness in his eyes, and after a while, tears flowed out, and soon two lines of turbid tears hung on his face, and gradually Frye cried like a child, and the mentally ill people behind him, although Mu Na walked out, his eyes were dull, but he didn't seem to want to see Frye crying, and seemed to be comforted to the side.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jean, Miss Tang Rao, I'm sorry for the trouble, but ah........ What you have taught me I have never been able to discard, I cannot give up, I can only challenge you, the future of humanity needs to be linked. ”

Frye stood up, his eyes fixed on the dark, dark, dark neighborhood in the distance.

A breeze blew by, with a creak, the door of Frye's mental hospital closed, and Frye led the patients behind him to the dark main building, gradually drowning in the darkness.

At night, the Frye Asylum still stands, and no one wants to see this eerie place, full of darkness and despair.