"Every corner of the city hides its own strange stories. We are here to be the witnesses and creators of these strange stories. The fact that you can appear here means that you have passed the initial test, but you want to officially join the association.
, you must accept the next test.”
The crying face mask sat in his seat, his cold eyes scanning Chu Ping and the others opposite.
"There are still tests, which is too troublesome."
The fat man, who smelled sour all over his body, seemed a little impatient, but for some reason, he didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.
"What test?"
The white mask on the fat man's face seemed unable to completely cover his big face. The mask was several times too small, making him feel a little uncomfortable.
He adjusted the mask on his face, and then continued: "I followed No. 9 in to avoid some people. If I join the association, what kind of help can the association provide me?"
As soon as the fat man finished speaking, the newcomer with a neutral voice also moved slightly, as if he also wanted to know about this.
Chu Ping set his sights on the crying face mask, and he wanted to know how the other party would answer this question.
"From what Fatty said, it doesn't seem like he came here through an interview."
Chu Ping turned sideways, his eyes skipped over the fat man and landed on the third newcomer.
"Yin Qi..."
Chu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt the ghostly aura from the third newcomer, which forced him to pay attention to him.
"This is...the same kind of taste."
The last time Chu Ping met his "similar kind" was in the bus company building, and that's what Lou Ying called him at that time.
The third newcomer seemed to feel Chu Ping looking at him, so he turned slightly sideways and hid himself behind the fat man's broad body.
He seemed to deliberately prevent Chu Ping from looking at him.
"The association only exists to treat the condition, but as long as you follow the plan formulated by the association, the association will keep you until your condition is completely recovered."
Chu Ping could feel a hint of hostility from the fat man, but it passed away briefly and soon turned into a look of indifference.
"Treating diseases? Are you saying that everyone in the association is a patient?"
"Some are really sick themselves, some think they are sick, and some are doing it just to get sick."
The interviewer with a crying face patiently answered the fat man's questions.
"To get sick? Then he is really sick, but it doesn't matter. I just came here to avoid those people. As long as the association agrees to take me in, I am willing to stay here."
No. 8, who was sitting opposite the third newcomer, glanced at the fat man intentionally or unintentionally.
"Fat man, you should be lucky that that lunatic is not here, otherwise you will regret coming here."
The fat man seemed to have not heard what No. 8 said and tugged on the mask on his face, as if this would make him more comfortable.
"Let me tell you first, my name is..."
"If you don't want to die faster, it's best not to say your name."
The crying masked officer raised his head to remind the fat man.
The fat man shrugged his shoulders, looking indifferent.
"I have been like this since I was a child. I have no idea who my parents are. From the time I can remember, I have lived in a pig pen, and there is a pig with me who I call mother.
You don’t like the smell on me, but I think it’s the most addictive smell in the world.”
After the fat man said this, he sniffed his clothes again. The sour smell could still be smelled by Chu Ping even though he was far away from the fat man.
“It’s this smell that always reminds me of those years when I lived in a pig pen.
That woman appeared when I was seven years old. She took me out of the pigsty at that time. She did not dislike the smell of my body, but told me very gently that I would never have to live in a pigsty again.
Because the man who raised me like a pig is dead.
That man died. When I heard the news, my first reaction was not to be happy, but to be a little confused, because I didn't know how to live my life next.
Dead... Do you know what death means to a seven-year-old child? At that time, I didn't understand why the man died. I only knew that if he died, no one would feed me.
Mummy Pig, no one is here to feed me.
At that time, I cried and shouted to wake up the man, not for the man, but for Mummy Pig. The man never woke up again, and I never saw Mummy Pig again.
I was sent to the orphanage by that woman. Later I found out that she was a staff member of the orphanage. Others called her mom. I didn't call her that because I only have one mother.
At that time, I didn’t know that there was something called a bed outside the pigsty, which could be used to sleep. I didn’t like sleeping on the bed. I was used to leaning on the mother pig’s belly and listening to her moans. Welfare
The courtyard was too quiet, so quiet that I felt a little uneasy.
I was seven years old at the time, but because I was relatively fat, I looked like a teenager. It was also because of this that the children in the orphanage were unwilling to play with me. They called me a pig, but I was not angry.
Because I think this is true.
The woman who brought me out seemed to protect me very much. Every time other children bullied me, she would stand up immediately. At that moment, I had an illusion in my heart that this was my mother.
But I know my mother shouldn't look like this.
This problem continued to bother me until I was sixteen years old.
The woman asked when my birthday was, but I didn’t know what a birthday was, so she decided that the day she took me out would be my birthday. On that day every year, I would receive a gift from her.
There is also a very delicious cake.
The cake tastes very sweet, which must be my mother's favorite taste.
Because of my personality and appearance, no one was willing to adopt me, so I stayed in the orphanage.
On the day of my sixteenth birthday, the woman placed a birthday cake in front of me as usual, with sixteen candles on it, each one representing one year old.
I am sixteen years old, and I have been here for nine years. I have watched the children around me being adopted one by one and leaving the orphanage, and I have watched women gradually grow older in front of me.
I think I should do something.
That day, the woman asked me to make my birthday wish on the cake.
It was like this every year before. She asked me to make a wish in front of the birthday cake before I could eat the cake. She said that this would convey my wish to the gods in heaven.
Hehe, actually, I didn't make a wish for every birthday before, I just pretended to be in front of her, because I didn't know what kind of wish I should make.
But this year I know what kind of wish I should make.
