I don't know how late it is, probably when Becky's nightlife business was just getting started...... Probably shouldn't mention Becky, it has nothing to do with Becky's nightlife. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info This is a classroom somewhere at Back Bay Community College?

Please forgive the question mark, you know that this university rents out classrooms at night, night classes, interest classes...... Anyway, it's a mess, and the meaning of the classroom isn't clear at all in this place.

Like now.

Madison readjusted the mask on his face, and he didn't know which guy did it, and the nostrils left for breathing were always retracted to the tip of Madison's nose, so he had to adjust it every few moments......

Madison was drawn to the sound of speech as she adjusted her mask, so young.

"I, I'm going to start talking straight away?" said a voice under the horse-faced mask, a little hesitant, "I need to introduce myself......

The rabbit head in the middle shook the huge hood that seemed to fall off at any moment, "Newcomer? Hehe, no need to introduce yourself, we are an anonymous sharing group." Say, rest assured, this is a safe place. ”

Madison snorted disdainfully as he adjusted the mask on his face, "Anonymous? At this time, the guys sitting in a circle are all wearing strange masks, so they are anonymous? No help, the guy sitting opposite him is still wearing cargo overalls!

Madison looked away, and instead of listening to the meaningless sharing of others, he should observe his own environment—the box in the corner was stuffed with hand tools and unfinished masks and costumes. It seems that there was a handicraft interest class here, and this so-called anonymous sharing group made use of the resources right here......

There is no need to care about Madison's mental activities, 'Ma Head' began to share-

"Uh, hello everyone. Still, good young voice, "I feel like my life is not real." ”

Messily echoed, "yes!" "yes!" "not really!......

A strange circle of shapes squeezed his approval, Madison's mouth under his mask almost glued together, and he folded his arms, 'Why am I here?' he was thinking.

The rabbit raised his hand and suppressed the echo of the crowd, "Hehe, yes, admitting is always the hardest." Come on, let's share with you why you feel that your life is not real. ”

Even if he couldn't see the real face under the mask of the horse's head, he could still feel the hesitation of the horse's head, but he still said, "I guess, everything should be too fast off the road?" The horse's head seemed to be looking for the same feeling to look left and right, but the eyes behind the mask could only see strange masks, the horse's head shook his head, and lowered his head to look at his toes, "Half a year ago, I never thought that I would become like this now." Ma Tou tentatively glanced at the people around him again, still in a strange mask, he lowered his head again, sighed slightly, his hesitation was gone, probably gave up, "I, I should be in college, I should still have my family, my parents." I should enjoy my scholarship, enjoy my college life, meet new people, make the occasional phone call home to tell my parents that everything is okay, and ask my brother how he is doing. I should ......"

The horse's head was kicked by the people next to him, yes, the guy who was still wearing a work uniform.

Ma Tou rubbed his kicked leg, "I'm sorry, I don't have anything to say, it's just that life is not what I expected at all, it has become something I didn't expect at all, I don't know what is true anymore." ”

The rabbit was quiet for a moment, "Okay." "Okay." "Hehe, it's not quite our theme, but still." He raised his ridiculous paw and clapped it softly, "Everyone applauded, thanks for sharing." ”

Sparse clapping. Of course, Madison was adjusting his nostrils again, and he didn't have time to participate.

The rabbit's gaze fell on the worker, "That, the next ......"

"Yes. "It's just that.

The rabbit shook his head, "Okay, then, next ......"

"Me!" the clown-like guy with a red ball in his nose raised his hand, without waiting for the rabbit to allow it, "Hey, everyone!

Echo?

No.

"Well, we've heard your story countless times!" "Just, do you have anything new? or don't waste everyone's time!" ......

Madison folded her arms again and continued to ponder, 'Why am I here?'

"I have a new story!" the clown man stood up with some excitement, "new story! ...... you've never heard of before"

Interrupted by the rabbit, "Ahem, we're a sharing group!Not a story club!" Seems serious, "Please ...... yourself"

"It's a real thing! it happened recently!" The clown man also looked serious, but at the moment of seriousness, "Hehe, but my life is not real, hehe, so I guess this 'real thing' is not really going anywhere~"

"Ugh. The rabbit seemed to try to stop it, but was interrupted by someone else, "Let him speak!"

The rabbit shook his head helplessly and made a gesture of please.

"You've all watched the news!" "The clown man seemed to be deliberately fitting his outfit and began to make exaggerated storyteller gestures, "Bishop is in the hospital, right~"

"Oh my God, please don't tell another story of a miraculous recovery. Someone was upset, "I'm tired of hearing it, okay, you told you about a miracle cure of Mrs. Quinn for half a year! And then the story of a child with congenital heart disease who was cured after leaving the hospital made you tell it for another month! What is it this time! Enough!"

The clown looked very happy, "Oh! You forgot the story I told about the major in the West who died suddenly~ Hehe, my story is not only a miraculous healing~ but also an inexplicable death~ and~ you will like this~ no one recovers~ no one!" Almost a little sickly, the clown began to circle in the center, "You know I've seen countless cases~ I'm a doctor~ Did anyone guess ~"

"Anonymous! anonymous!" the rabbit emphasized meaninglessly.

"Huh. The clown doesn't care, and probably no one cares, "You think that the sudden healing of a dying person, and the sudden death of a person who is still alive, is the most bizarre thing I've ever seen? No! Healing and death, that's a regular event, and it's always in the hospital! You know what's the weirdest thing, in the middle!"

Someone else is reminding, "Do you want to tell your story, doctor!, uh, I hope I don't touch you when I go to the hospital!" "Me too!" "I ...... too"

Madison actually chimed in, "Me too." Uh, I hate this mask!" Adjusting the position of the nostrils again and racking his brains to think, 'Why am I here??'

"Hehe, me too, don't touch me~" The clown actually agreed? "If I hear the voice of any of you, I will probably be obliged to notify the psychiatrist, and then the doctor will tell you to go to psychotherapy~"

"Get yourself a psychotherapy! Doctor! Someone urged in an impatient voice, "Story! Doctor!

"Ha! I can't wait~" The clown seemed to enjoy it, "Then I'll skip some professional terms that you don't understand anyway, in short~ Bishop, what was it like when you entered the hospital, so many days of treatment have passed, surgery, physiotherapy, and nursing...... Everything the hospital could do was done, and he was still like that. It didn't get better, it didn't get worse!"

"And then?" said somebody, as if disdainful, "he's in a vegetative state, and my uncle is in a vegetative state...... Uh, my neighbor's friend. "Anonymous......

"Hah!," the clown waved his arm, "someone knows something!, but you're wrong, Bishop is definitely not your uncle...... Oh, neighbor's friend. He was conscious, he could see, he could speak, he could do anything that a healthy person could do, and of course, with the help of a couple of pretty little nurses, he was weak. But!" Joker's agitation went up a level, "His wounds don't heal ~ His heart rate doesn't rise ~ His breathing doesn't get clear ~ His ......"

The clown stopped, turning the red ball on the tip of his nose, "He's going to die, but he doesn't die~ He wants to recover, but he doesn't recover~ He's stuck in the middle, hehe, let me learn all the knowledge in my life, no, all doctors and nurses' majors don't play any role like a joke~ My knowledge, my major is fake? No! It's true! But I can only watch Bishop stay in that state day by day, not worsening, not getting better~Hehe, you should visit his ward, the monitoring map displayed on the instrument, hehe, that's called a, the law ~ because it has never changed, it is the most complete copy you have ever seen, repeating the map of the last second over and over again, haha, as if time and space were frozen there~"

There was silence for a moment, and as Maddison gripped his arm, the horse's head spoke, "I hope Bishop recovers." Patton lost any of these big shots, and the unlucky ones were countless ordinary people, such as Herman before, and my life was kicked by the worker man next to me because of ......". Return to quiet.

The clown enjoyed the silence and began to bow, "My life is not real, because what is happening in front of my eyes, hehe, really, really, not really." Thank you~"

The rabbit also asked for a round of applause, "Who's next?"

"I'm coming~" a woman stood up, "my life isn't real." ”

A slightly closer encouraging applause, "My life, no, our life, is not true." We are something, gods, maybe toys. The woman seemed to be calm, and her mask was suitable, the unpainted faceless mask, "still the worst kind, we are weak, vulnerable, and ...... in front of some, graceful things."

Madison stretched his limits.

He stood up abruptly, tugging at the nostrils that had shrunk to the tip of his nose again, "I'm sorry! You look like an ordinary lady!" Madison also apologized for his abruptness, "But I can't ......" Madison snorted irritably, and directly ripped off the mask that was in the way, "I can't!

"You want to hear and share!" Madison felt all eyes on him as the woman sat down slowly, "I'll share!" and instantly pointed to the rabbit who had raised its plush paws, "If you dare to make people applaud, I'll chop off your paws!"

The rabbit withdrew its paws.

Madison took a deep breath and his face felt so good in the air, "You want to hear me say, 'My life isn't real'? better, I'll say! This, this!" Madison's hand circled, pointing at everyone, "It's not real!!"

Probably without a mask and with a strange hood, Madison continued satisfied, "You want to know why? I'll tell you why! Because it's just a dream!

Madison smiled meaninglessly, "Do you know how I found out?" Madison looked at the masks, of course no one would pay attention to anyone going crazy, "Because I can't remember how I got here!One moment, I was still criticizing my work with Mr. Morris, and the next moment! I'm here! With a bunch of weirdos, oh, don't admit it! A teenager who has just started life and began to refuse what life has given you!" Pointing at the horse's head, "Obviously a neurotic who should have had his medical license revoked!" And you!what are you going to say?ma'am?????," Maddison looked at the rabbit at last, "What a wretched bunch, hehe, in my dreams! I guess I'm the biggest freak here......"

"Mai, Madison......"

Someone was calling Madison, but Madison was immersed in his own 'sharing', "Heh. There's nothing surprising about me, and I have to admit that I've been under a lot of pressure lately. Out of business, interracial, and, my vampire boss......" Madison seemed to be acting in a one-man show, better than the Joker, "It's not surprising to have such a dream." Oh, so tell me, how can this be true? If I don't even know how I got here! Dreams, aren't they all like this! Whatever you're doing, suddenly jump to ......."

"Madison!"

Madison pushed away the man who was trying to hold him, "So, I guess, I'm just going to save everyone the trouble and put an end to this boring dream, I'm ......" Madison turned and lifted his chair, lifted it, and looked at the posture as if it was going to smash himself.

"Madison!" a face appeared in front of Madison's eyes, and the middle-aged woman, Ms. West, "Madison, are you alright?"

Everything, as if it were turning the pages of a book, changed.

Madison stood at his desk, holding a work that had been graded a zero grade, and in front of him was Ms. West, a friend of Madison's. Of course, it was Zach who asked Madison to be her friend.

"Hehe, don't listen to Mr. Morris's criticism, you know him, I just don't like your subject. "Already a true friend, Ms. West began to help Madison clean up his desk, "I just like it~" West smiled, "So, will this be your contribution to Urban Legends this week?" A female reporter found herself surrounded by vampires, alphas, ghosts...... Alien, huh, and then start worrying about being an ordinary person?"

Madison shook his head, what has changed, no, nothing has changed, Mr. Morris managed to criticize Madison, the student he despised the most, at the end of the class, and now the class is over, "I, I ......" Madison was a little speechless.

West had already stuffed the bag into Madison's arms, "Hehe, you've had a problem lately, you've been so wandering around the world, are you under pressure at work, hasn't there been any progress in the theft of the funeral home investigated by the police?"

Madison shook his head again, "No, it's nothing, let's go." "Carry your bag," I'll send you back. Grabbed West and walked out of the classroom. It was getting late, and as was customary, he would send his friends home.

"There is no rush today. West smiled and patted the black cat hiding in his bag, "I'll take you to an interesting place~" pulled Madison out, and went straight to the deepest part under the dim corridor.

"Uh, where are we going?"

"Do you remember that craft class? It's the classroom at the end. West laughed and replied, "They always make strange things, like masks, costumes, and whatever. ”

Madison wasn't listening, because he saw James on the side of the hallway, but the focus wasn't on James, but on the woman who was shaking him off in the hallway—"Don't follow me! I'm sorry I can't do that, that gang...... Things!Friends!I'm human!Ordinary people who don't know anything!!I'm afraid!I'm ...... Stay away from me, James, I need to ...... myself Handle these things yourself, if, if I can...... Stay away from me James!!" (Reporter Kate, Faceless Mask Woman)

"I've always felt that the teacher who teaches crafts is secretly selling his students' work~" Ms. West only continued, of course.

But Madison wasn't listening, because he heard the voice of a phone call on the other side of the hallway—

"Sorry, the hospital is working overtime, Bishop's condition needs to be monitored...... I know, I know...... I'm sorry to tell your brother...... But honey, you know I'm a little scared of your brother...... Oh, I know, tell the director of Cologne, uh, your brother I'm sorry, next time I'll be ......" (doctor, Cologne's brother-in-law, Joker)

West is still saying, "Hehe, but none of this is our business~At least Mr. Morris never robbed of our work~"

Still, Madison still didn't listen to his friend, because he saw the middle-aged man and young man in overalls standing in front of him-

"Vincent! You have to focus! You are your brother's only support! Don't talk about not knowing where your life is going! I'm going to show you today, those guys who really fuck up life and don't believe in their lives! Do you want to be like that? After seeing it, decide for yourself!" (Vincent's uncle, don't want Vincent to share too much)

Madison's face began to turn pale—

West pulled Madison to the end, and before entering the door, he glanced inside, and a middle-aged man was putting a rabbit head on his head, "Here ~ Madison ~ This is a good place ~ Mr. Morris told me." West's voice was very small, "A group of people are here to anonymously share all kinds of things that doubt life~ Good theme, the teacher asked me to listen to it for inspiration~ He thinks it's too wasteful for me to always write some irrelevant love stories~"

With that, West had already taken out a mask from the box and shook it in front of Madison, "You're right for you~Try~"

Madison looked at the mask that he knew at a glance that his nostrils were wrong, and his heart skipped a beat.

And then, ah, the obvious result — Madison turned and ran, embarrassed, escaping. (To be continued.) )