Sanatorium:
"I don't know her."
Chen Qixuan knew that he was a good student and a good neighbor's docile, obedient and sensible boy. He watched this violent incident with cold eyes and chose to stay alone. Absolutely, absolutely not to cause conflicts with others.
You said I was stupid, he said I was numb.
"The heart rate is stable, the nursing home files are incomplete, and there are currently no files from the Criminal Investigation Department II. It is urgent to be admitted to the special critical ward for continued observation. Only after confirming that the patient has no violent tendencies and anti-social personality can the plan be terminated to ensure 'recovery.'"
Chen Qixuan listened without saying a word.
Tsk, something happened.
He was wearing a thin hospital gown, the room was dark and cold, the flowers by the window had long since withered, and it looked lifeless. Dusk was getting late, this was the last tenderness.
To end up with so many people betraying their relatives.
Because of his "illness", because of this unreasonable disaster, because of this innate talent that others are eager for, you can even call it a "superpower".
Right?
What can he do to escape this fate?
#Guinea pig.
#Belongs to unit dramas and are related to each other. The comment area contains highlights and introductions of each short story. It is similar to humanistic jokes. The writing is a bit fragmented, so please forgive me.
Intention: Every suffering is a form of spiritual practice in this world