Huo Shao's little goblin has a soft waist and a sweet heart, and is spoiled

'Boom' is the sound of thunder, with blue light shining in the clouds, and within a short while, the rain falls,
The rain was as fine as a needle, falling obliquely to the ground.

There is no one in the suburbs, except for a solemn-looking prison, surrounded by some vicious people like iron walls and copper walls.

There is another world.

In the dark toilet, there are no windows, the surrounding walls are damp and yellow, the stench fills the nostrils, and there is also a faint musty smell. Zhou Mochen senses the weather outdoors by hearing.

The days after the Spring Festival seem to be colder.Zhou Mochen was only wearing a thin prison uniform, trembling all over, like a wild dog about to freeze to death.

"It's cold, it's so cold." Zhou Mochen no longer expects to live. If possible, he doesn't want to wait until next year to carry out the execution. If someone shoots now, he will take the initiative to send his own chest.

Why not just give him a good shot?

Let him live in this dark, smelly prison.

"Kill me, please, who will kill me?" The boy was frozen to death in the toilet, and finally sent to the prison's medical department.

This was the only time he came out these days in prison. When he woke up and saw the white ceiling, he thought he had a nightmare.

But, regaining consciousness again, I saw the number on my chest: 7026.

Waking up is a real nightmare.

"Are you awake?" It was a male doctor. He often treated people with minor ailments in the prison. Perhaps because he had been here for a long time, he would only show indifference to these criminals.

His eyes were indifferent, his eyebrows were lowered, and he muttered something: "I don't know what crime I committed in my previous life. I will serve you criminals in this life."

"Boy, if you can't control your excrement and urine, do you want me to apply for a diaper for you?" The doctor was just out of objective considerations, and didn't mean to look down on him or look down on him.

However, these words deeply hurt the young man's heart.

He knew that he was not as bad as others said, but in order not to turn himself into something more disgusting than mud, he could only admit it.

"No, I'm used to it."

"Habit? It's the first time I've heard people say I'm used to this." The doctor raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't show obvious disdain, it could be seen from his subtle expression that he was not willing to say a word.

"Okay, since you don't need it, then I won't meddle in my own business. If it weren't for Officer Atou, I really wouldn't want to meddle with you."

"You said that you were the same. You obviously had such a bad life. Why did you still say that when A Dou asked you if you wanted to change the cubicle?"

"Really, the heart is really dirty in everything."

Zhou Mochen listened to the few hasty words, and knew that the police officer Atou the doctor was talking about was the female prison guard that day.

But, so what?

What is his identity to pay attention to these?

He's a toilet maggot, fit only for a dirty sewer.

"Thank you for wiping my body." As soon as Zhou Mochen woke up, he felt that the sticky feeling on his body was gone, and he felt comfortable and dry.

The doctor waved his hand, and sanitized the poison with alcohol with a look of disgust: "Don't thank me, you wiped your body because you didn't want to dirty my hospital bed, and the police officer Atou helped me, so I'll take it as a favor."

"Sometimes I really don't understand, prison guards, how can you feel compassion for you vicious prisoners?"

"Maybe it's because I'm not bad looking." Zhou Mochen's psychological endurance is really good for being able to joke around at such a time.

The doctor was amused: "Even if you are good-looking, police officer Atou is a policewoman, and there is no shortage of people chasing after him. They are all heroes with meritorious deeds, so they can't look down on you."

Although this statement is biased, it is the truth to Zhou Mochen.

That's right, he knows about people who are about to die, so what else is he thinking?
"I have someone I like, but I don't like her either." This was Zhou Mochen's last stubbornness.

In the eyes of the world, his liking may be a stain.

No one will care, no one will show off, and no one will want this kind of like.

Jiang Niannian, you are the same, right?

"Cut, you're really sick." The doctor really didn't want to expose him, and was about to say: Do you want to see where you are?After thinking about it, he chose to shut up.

What's the point of winning a defense with him as a criminal?
"Doctor, how long can I stay with you?" What Zhou Mochen actually wanted to ask was: How long do I have freedom?
"Two days, when I wiped your body, I found several broken bones. It's not that I don't want to apply for you, but I can only stay here for two days, unless—"

Unless something happened, the following words were swallowed back by the doctor.

Zhou Mochen was quite smart, even if the doctor didn't tell him, he could vaguely guess that as long as the condition was serious enough, he could stay here.

"Can you kill me?"

"what?"

"I mean, is there any way you can end my life?" The boy looked at the ceiling with empty eyes, and his voice was very flat, not like an emotional speech.

The doctor was mainly frightened by his words.

And there are many criminals treated here, and some of them will be shot the next day, but no one has ever made such a request on their own initiative.

He didn't want to live anymore.

"Don't die here with me, I can't afford this responsibility." The doctor's first reaction was this, and then he calmed down to understand: "Why do you want to die?"

"I want to be free."

"You still have a year to live."

"No, a year is too long, I don't want to carry it until that time."

"Don't you have anything to miss? You said just now that you have someone you like, don't you want to see her?"

"She won't come to see me." Zhou Mochen slowly closed his eyes, but in a few days he was already skinny, and he looked only skinny.

The doctor could see that he really wanted to die, and he panicked all of a sudden.

"That's right—that's right, before the execution, the criminal can make a non-excessive request to the prison guard."

"You can take this opportunity to see her again."

Only this opportunity can allow Zhou Mochen to see her again.

Just, shoot...

Still have to wait a year.

It's been a long time.

Zhou Mochen slowly opened his eyes, a glimmer of light flashed in those empty and absent-minded eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up weakly: "There are still more than 300 days, right?"

The doctor nodded.

"Thank you." After Zhou Mochen replied politely, he closed his eyes again.

The doctor didn't know what he was thanking?
Thank him for the news?
Or thank him for his overflowing sympathy?

After much deliberation, he couldn't figure it out. The doctor's eyes fell on the man with only skeletons left on the hospital bed.

Guess again in my heart: Will he really live for more than 300 days for the person he likes?
I don't know why, but the doctor subconsciously thinks: He will.

Perhaps it was because of that weak smile that the doctor was sure.