Resist the world, but I spread the curse

"No. 8 is too dangerous. He has to leave here. I have taken care of him for 18 years. I have worked hard for 18 years. It turns out that I really can't save him." Dean Jia sighed in his heart. After another riot among hospital personnel, he He made a decision that he had already prepared for a long time. He wanted to transfer No. 8 to another place. It was the most impenetrable, strictest, and most inhumane prison in the world. It was specially designed to deport and detain the most vicious people. Special personnel and mental patients are just one type of incarcerated personnel.

Dean Jia made this decision. He felt that he was really helpless. He had tried his best to train and tolerate No. 8, from when he was still young until now.

He contacted the place where No. 8 was about to go. The person on the other side had already heard about No. 8 in the mental hospital under Dean Jia's administration, and had a pretty good idea of ​​No. 8's type and role.

Even the most powerful psychiatrists in the contemporary world are helpless. They have no doubt about the "destructive power" possessed by No. 8, but they dare not exaggerate. They said that they will prepare for a period of time and are not expected to send them until next week. Someone will be assigned to transfer.

"Thank you for your hard work." Dean Jia sighed in his heart and hung up the phone. He thought about it, with a trace of guilt lingering in his heart.

Although people around him may not understand why he has such a deep attachment to No. 8 and has guarded one of the most dangerous lunatics for 18 years, he knows that from the first time he saw No. 8, he has An emotion and desire to take care of each other.

This was probably because of the loss of his son. Being immersed in the pain of losing his son, he only vaguely felt that No. 8 looked like a "son" who crawled back from the abyss of death.

Yes, Dean Jia is over seventy this year. From the outside, he looks no different from an average healthy old man in his fifties, not to mention his condition when he was in his fifties. He is almost the same as someone in their thirties or forties. The strong man is no different, but he also has an unspeakable secret. He has infertility problems and has never been able to have a child with his wife.

In the blink of an eye, most of their lives have passed. Time is like quicksand, so the couple buried the secret in their hearts in the hourglass of time, but unintentionally, they became pregnant with a child at such an old age.

This was both worry and good news. The couple understood each other's thoughts just by looking at each other, and they were determined to give birth to a child.

Birth comes at a price. They gave birth to a boy who was not very healthy. Dean Jia’s wife also suffered from the symptoms of older mothers after giving birth and was no longer healthy. The couple had not yet reconciled. The children enjoyed a happy life for a few years, and then the wife passed away.

In this way, children have become the focus of Dean Jia's life. He attaches great importance to and loves his son deeply. He does his best to cultivate and dote on his only son. He hopes that he will become a talented person and tries his best to satisfy his desires. The child is also very fond of him. Live up to expectations, the young children are smart and smart, and are sought after by teachers and students in the school.

However, as fate would have it, Dean Jia's only sustenance met with an accident. During a spring outing at a primary school, something went wrong with the cable car that his son was riding. The cable car traveling high in the sky suddenly detached from the cable, causing the entire cable car to collapse. All the teachers, students and tourists on board died, including Dean Jia’s son.

Dean Jia will never forget the scene of the accident that year. The cable car, which did not seem to be seriously damaged, was very strong, but the scene inside was difficult to describe with weak and distorted words such as shocking and bloody. It is a torn apart, turbid sea of ​​flesh and blood, and everyone’s bones are difficult to piece together.

During the time when he lost his child, Dean Jia was always in a state of collapse. He closed off his emotions, immersed himself in work, and completely escaped from his spare time. Only taking medicine could make him fall asleep.

Until one day, when Dean Jia was working overtime again and leaving the mental hospital late at night, he vaguely saw the thin shadow standing in the moonlight in the mountainous scenery he saw in the corridor after coming out of the office.

Dean Jia rubbed his eyes in disbelief, observed repeatedly, and was finally convinced that a child appeared in the summer forest on that dark, humid, snake-infested night.

When he saw No. 8 for the first time, Dean Jia was attracted to the other person's mechanically stiff and immature face. His ruthless and desireless expression made him, who has extensive experience in dealing with mental illness, immediately It was confirmed that this was not a normal child. This child was probably just like the patients in his hospital, a person with huge brain and psychological problems.Looking at such a child who had no desire to live and no desire to die, who was completely like a puppet, Dean Jia thought of his dead son. In a daze, he only felt that the figures of No. 8 and his son overlapped.

So based on his own selfish desires, he decided to confine No. 8 in this mental hospital. Even though No. 8 showed various abnormalities later on, he resisted the pressure and did not let anyone transfer No. 8 to the hospital where he was supposed to go. place.

Dean Jia once again upheld his firm belief and was determined to transform No. 8's spiritual world into the spiritual world of a normal person, so that No. 8 could one day leave the hospital and return to life in the metropolis.

But he was wrong again. Not only did No. 8's condition not improve over time, but it also became more and more crazy as time went by.

At this point, Dean Jia could no longer bear the pressure and regretted that he did not have enough ability to treat No. 8, so he finally decided to send No. 8 away.

Perspective switching Now, after Dean Jia contacted the place of imprisonment, he decided to talk to No. 8 alone, because it is estimated that he may not have such an opportunity again in the future.

"No. 8, have you ever thought about your name?" Dean Jia had thought of thousands of words on the way here, but in the end he couldn't say it out loud. Instead, he asked this question without thinking.

Regardless of whether he was calling him Lao Ba after the mental patients or ordinary medical workers in the hospital, or whether he was being serious and calling the other party's inherited code name "8" like he was doing now, Dean Jia felt it was inappropriate.

We are leaving on the 8th, and may not see each other again for a long time, and this parting may even be lifelong.

You should always give your children something to remember.

Hearing this, No. 8 replied without replying: "Name, a serious name? I really haven't thought much about it."

Then Dean Jia said: "Then why don't you think of one for yourself?"

No. 8 thought for a while, and then he wrote a number 8 on the paper. Then he turned the written number horizontally, and "8" became the symbol of "∞", symbolizing infinite loop and endless time.

However, No. 8 was not satisfied with this. After looking at the "∞" symbol for a long time, he suddenly had an idea. He split the symbol certificate, and what came into view were two images that were almost zero.

"Well... my name is Lin Ling." No. 8 thought hard, and after some struggle, he finally got the answer.