A few days ago, a friend who had disappeared for a long time suddenly sent me a message and asked me to have a drink tonight.
When I passed by, he had already sat down. I hadn't seen him for more than half a year. His hair had grown longer, his beard was shaggy, and his skin was white and blue. He looked like a different person.
Why did you disappear suddenly for so long? I thought you owed money and were hiding abroad. I asked.
Confined to a lunatic asylum. He said.
Ah? What's going on? What's wrong with you? I was a little surprised.
What could be wrong with me? I was tricked into it. It took a lot of effort to escape. Damn it. He seemed calm as he said this.
Tell me? I asked.
So he told me the story of the night, and after a few days of sorting it out, I probably wrote it all down here.
