In an ordinary lunatic asylum in the Wenye world, on an ordinary day, ordinary chaos is spreading...
On xx, xx, xx, someone died again in the lunatic asylum, but this did not affect the ordinary daily life of everyone in the lunatic asylum.
"The white pigeons in the courtyard were released again. Was someone discharged from the hospital again? No, they were never able to leave.
They don't seem to care much about this matter, but I... Just want to know who died this time. "
The kite-eyed boy tilted his head, his curly hair caught some of the fading sunset, and there was still some childishness on his face.
'No, no, no,' the sound of the second hand struck his heart along with the three repeated words. The light in the young man's eyes seemed to dim a little, 'It can't be said that we are human beings. We here... Are patients and lunatics.
——I have long lost my qualifications as a human being. '
He stood up from the chair, looked at the man who had been waiting in front of the door for a long time, and just murmured, "It's like being out of place in the world."
Purpose: laid-off workers in script editing resume their old jobs