The cold wooden tabletop was pressed against the side of the face, with an old musty smell. Li Ang opened his eyes suddenly. What you see is a dilapidated classroom. The wall skin curled and peeled off like the skin of a dead person, revealing the dark red bricks underneath. The fluorescent tube above the head made a "sizzling" sound of electricity, flickering on and off, cutting the dim space into pieces. There is no doctor. No restraints. None of that nauseating sedative smell. Li Ang jumped up from the desk, his movements as vigorous as a monkey just out of the cage. He took a hard breath of the dusty air. His expression didn't look like he was sucking in exhaust gas, but rather like he was tasting Lafite from 1982. "Finally..." He stretched out his hand tremblingly and touched the rusty table leg. The corners of his mouth rose crazily and cracked in an exaggerated arc. "Finally
