The last rays of the setting sun dyed many parts of the city red, and on a downward stone path, Gatet and Song Ying held hands with strange smiles on their faces, and the aroma of food came from many homes on both sides.

"Really, you can't be careless at all, the dean is right, the lipstick in my bag is missing."

Song Ying said, looking at the satchel in his hand, Gate smiled strangely, most of the houses around him looked a little old, this is the junction of District 38 and District 39 located in the north of the ground floor and the middle floor, it is an old city, many of the facilities in it still retain the appearance of a hundred years ago, some houses can still see chimneys, and tile houses.

Most of the slabs have been polished smooth, the original dark gray slabs are now white, and most of the slabs have cracks.

The trail is long and crooked, and the planning here is a bit confusing, because when the city was built, the climate was the best in the north, and a large number of people flocked here to build houses here, resulting in intricacies here, and many places were not monitored.

At this time, the whole path that winds downward seems to be covered with blood, and the light is still gradually reddening, which is a phenomenon when the artificial sun is extinguished, and the true color of the big fireball in the sky.

A gentle breeze blew and rolled up some dry leaves, and a semi-circular square, in front of a huge building, in the middle of which was a headless statue, and at this point there was no one in the square.

On both sides of the huge building in front of me are two trees that have grown a little twisted and crooked due to long-term malnutrition, and the leaves on them are some green and some yellow, which look deformed, and also because the building in front of me is difficult to have enough sunlight all year round, only at noon every day, the sun's rays will be sprinkled on the building in front of you.

There are also reasons why the two rusty iron fence gates, the 10-meter-high black fence on both sides are made of black stone piles, and there are spiked fences on the walls, and the sunlight cannot get in.

The building inside is a five-story long building, nearly 300 meters long, with three small circular buildings that look like big pillars, standing in three places in this Changxing building, with rows of windows with iron bars, and people flashing inside from time to time.

At this time, the lights directly opposite the building were already on, and on the right side of the gate, there was a column with a row of large letters on it, Frye Mental Hospital.

"It's not very comfortable to come back here every time, really, this is a place that is far darker than the barrier area, the abyss of the Bright City."

Gate smiled weirdly, holding Song Ying's hand, the eyes of the two were slightly excited at this time, and they walked to the gate, a person wearing a white coat and a mask, with gloomy eyes, came over and opened a small door on the right.

"Yes, No. 091, I can finally come here again today to unlock and close the door."

The person next to him immediately laughed sharply, and then squatted on the ground, clapping his hands, and constantly making creepy laughs.

Song Yi squatted down slightly and looked at the person who was laughing in front of him.

"Did you find the lock you told you before?"

Song Yiyi asked with a smile, the people on the ground suddenly looked frightened, looked uncomfortable, scratched his neck with his hand, and after a while, he scratched his skin and began to bleed, he whimpered, trembling deliriously, shaking his head, and kept saying things like locks, locks, etc.

"Okay, don't tease him, the dean is still waiting for us."

On both sides of the big iron gate, near the bottom of the main building is the flower bed, some men and women wearing masks, people in white clothes are by the flower bed, taking care of it, both sides are farmland, which will exude a stench, some people are carrying a large amount of dung water to water, many people look sluggish, from time to time suddenly let out a burst of screams.

This is the largest Frye psychiatric hospital in the bright city, holding nearly 30,000 mentally ill patients, most of them are patients who will regularly send food or provide money, mental illness as the most common disease in modern society, in an extremely depressing environment or encounter insurmountable pain, people with fragile hearts, it is easy to suffer, and once they have mental illness, they will lose everything, and eventually if the treatment is fruitless, they can only be sent to the psychiatric hospital by their families to live, The family then regularly provides food or money as the only way to keep these mentally ill people alive.

Most of the mentally ill patients who do not have family members to provide money will either be euthanized or directly exiled to the barrier area after the firmness of the 4 departments, but as long as the mentally ill patients can have a certain cognitive ability and can do some work, they can also live.

Gate and Song Ying walked slowly to the entrance of the psychiatric hospital facing the iron fence gate, and sat in front of them a half-old man wearing a white coat, gray hair and beard, and in good spirits, he was wearing gray pants, a pair of old and broken black leather boots, a large piece of his right ear was missing, only a third was left, his nose was crooked, and his teeth were already mutilated.

This man's name is Fry, and he is the most famous psychiatrist in the city fifty years ago, but he only worked in the department for three months before he came to the place that was previously called the First Mental Hospital as a doctor.

Frye smiled, a smile slightly gloomy from his mutilated black teeth, and he had scars on his cheeks, only three fingers on his right hand, and the little finger and ring finger were gone.

There is also a mark on the back of his left hand that has been eroded by an acidic substance, and the bones under the skin can be clearly seen, and Frye's whole person looks a little terrifying.

"You two have worked hard."

Frye's voice was a little hoarse and a little heavy, and the two women next to him were fighting, talking crazy things, one stuffing the mud on the ground into the other's mouth, and the other was chewing and chewing, looking happy, unaware that his mouth had been broken by the stones in the dirt, and blood was flowing down.

"Your master is here, hurry up and greet you, No. 354, No. 578."

Frye spoke, and in an instant the two women who were scuffling in the flowerbed next to them suddenly stood up and knelt on the ground, choking and smiling fiercely on their cheeks, as if they were stuck in their throats, and saliva and tears flowed out.

"Is something wrong?"

Frye asked, and the two of them immediately bowed.

"Dean, my lipstick is gone."