Infinity: Others play games with krypton gold, I play games with krypton life

"Why are you arresting me?"

Watching the security guards approaching, Trist stepped back and looked at the head nurse earnestly.

"I'm not sick! I'm not sick at all!"

The head nurse was very experienced in dealing with this type of patient and immediately comforted the patient.

"Yes! You are not sick. You just feel uncomfortable or too tired. Are you in a bad mood? It's okay, relax. You are safe here, no one will hurt you. They just want to take you to rest."

Trist realized that he was really being treated as a psychopath.

"But I...I..."

Did he admit that he was dazzled just now?

But he might have seen it wrong once, but he couldn't have been blind the second time!

This copy cannot use system props, so it should not be created by players.

So there is something wrong with that key NPC?

It doesn't make sense!

This copy was obviously based on a realistic background setting and did not contain any supernatural phenomena, at least he had not discovered any so far.

Is it...

A bad guess formed in Trist's mind.

Is it really that he has mental problems?

This certainly couldn't be a disease he suffered from, so to a large extent he was mentally polluted by the environment here or something else.

The more Drizzt thought about it, the more it made sense.

So what should he do now? Get treatment or...

Drizzt found out sadly that he actually had no choice. Even if he didn't receive treatment, he couldn't escape.

Seeing that the nursing attendant seemed to be persuaded by her, the head nurse winked at the security guards.

Then a group of people rushed forward, and Drizzt raised his hand to stop them. He still wanted to save his dignity and went back to his room to rest.

But the security guard in the front thought he was raising his hand to resist, so without saying a word, he hit Trist's waist with an electric baton.

Drizzt's whole body convulsed and he foamed at the mouth. His eyelids drooped and he fainted.

Xiao Qianchuan watched Trist being carried away, and the farce finally ended.

The only one left was the man who was still muttering "Southeast Branch".

The man's glasses were thrown away during the chase. He was holding someone's belt and wrapping it around his neck.

Xiao Qianchuan tiptoed up behind Officer Ling and whispered a few words. The latter nodded and walked towards the man.

Lan Bo was still struggling to grab the belt from the man, but when he saw Officer Ling coming over, he waved.

"Help me, this guy really wants to die!"

Ling Rizhao stood in front of the two of them but did not offer any help.

"No! If he really wanted to die, he wouldn't have to look for a southeastern branch. He could have hanged himself anywhere, wouldn't he, poet?"

"poet."

The man in front of him stopped tightening his belt around his neck and chanted.

Then he was overjoyed.

"You call me a poet? Do you really think my poems are good?"

Ling Rizhao nodded.

Lan Bo was thrown away by the "poet" and wanted to pounce on him again, but he found that the other party no longer had the urge to commit suicide.

The "poet" stood obediently where he was, looking at the tall man in front of him with burning eyes and an excited expression.

"Finally someone reads my poems! Finally someone likes my poems!"

As the "poet" spoke, he burst into tears of joy.

Lan Bo saw that the man seemed to be calmed down, so he immediately walked to Xiao Qianchuan with weak legs and feet. He said hello to Xiao Xiaochuan, and then sat down opposite him and let out a long sigh.

"Oh! I am so tired."

After taking a breath, Lan Bo asked curiously, "How do you know that calling him 'poet' can calm him down?"

Xiao Xiaochuan on the side also looked over with curiosity.

Xiao Qianchuan looked at the two people, one big and one small, in front of him, looking at him with eyes full of curiosity, and sighed softly.

"It's a sad story."

Xiao Xiaochuan looked disapproving. How sad? How could someone with his life experience still be sad?

"Don't keep me in suspense. Tell me now, tell me now!"

Lanbo was really impatient and urged him on.

Xiao Qianchuan looked at the man sobbing softly in front of Ling Rizhao, and thought of the information that the hanged ghost had collected for him.

"This 'poet' is called Liang Shucai. He was born in a remote mountain village. The village is isolated and there is not even a primary school. If he wants to go to school, he has to get up before dawn every day and cross two mountains to go to the town to study."

"Climb two mountains to go to school?" Lanbo thought it was a bit exaggerated.

Xiao Qianchuan: "It's good enough for people in the village to finish primary school. Knowing a few words and doing some simple arithmetic is enough for life. But Liangshu has higher aspirations."

After taking a sip of water, Xiao Qianchuan continued.

"He not only wants to finish middle school, but also wants to go to university. Only in this way can he make a name for himself and not be trapped in this mountain valley all his life. But reality is always cruel. His father does not agree to let him continue studying, thinking that his son can help with housework when he grows up. Studying costs money, and the family does not have that kind of spare money."

Lan Bo was a little bit incredulous. "Just because you have no money? You can't even go to school? What era is this? There are still such things!"

"Yes! The eldest son of Shanfeng Group."

Xiao Qianchuan didn't want to make fun of Lan Bo, but the other party's look of "rich people don't understand" was really hateful.

"When you are so poor that you can't even afford food, any extra expenses are fatal. Liang Shu realized the difficulties at home, so he went to the mountains to chop wood in the middle of the night and carried it to the town to sell in the morning. I don't know when Shu was called Shu Chai, and people in the town started to call him that. In this way, he saved up tuition fees bit by bit and went to high school. His grades are very good, and if he works hard, he may be able to get into a good university."

"But in his senior year of high school, his father became seriously ill. His mother was pregnant and he had to take care of his younger sister. Liang Shucai had no choice but to drop out of school and go home to shoulder the burden of life. But he never gave up his ideals, and he treasured the poetry collections at home. Even though he had read them over and over again countless times, he still couldn't put them down."

"Because his ideal is to become a poet."

Lan Bo understood instantly, "In the end, he failed to become a poet, so he couldn't bear the blow and went crazy?"

Xiao Xiaochuan didn't feel sorry for the man after hearing that.

He couldn't stand this little blow and kept shouting that he would hang himself, but he didn't have the courage to actually do it.

This person is so weak!

Xiao Qianchuan shook his head, "No! It's not over yet. Because of Liang Shucai's father's illness, they owed money to almost everyone in the village. So he farmed during the day, wrote poetry at night, went to the mountains to chop firewood in the middle of the night, and carried his sister over the mountain before dawn to send her to school. But his sister couldn't concentrate on her studies and dropped out after a few years. Liang Shucai's hard work was not understood by his sister, and she tore up his beloved poetry collection and the poems he had written over the years during an argument."

Xiao Xiaochuan frowned, "This sister is so annoying."

Xiao Qianchuan wanted to touch Xiao Xiaochuan's head, but was avoided.

"In fact, Liang Shucai has persisted in writing poems and submitting them to manuscripts for many years. Although he has been rejected again and again, he has never given up. His mother advised him not to waste his energy on these meaningless things and introduced him to a girl from the same village. Liang Shucai liked her very much. But the girl thought that Liang Shucai had become stupid because of reading too much, and that he was sour, pedantic and didn't understand any romance, so she rejected him. He once again became the laughing stock of the whole village, and the villagers began to call him a loser. What's the point of saying that he read a lot of books? He still lost miserably, a complete loser."

Lan Bo's fists stiffened as he listened, "Those villagers are really despicable."

Xiao Qianchuan smiled, "But those people don't think there's anything wrong with what they said. Because everyone says so."

"My father's serious illness, my mother's ignorance, my sister's lack of understanding, my lover's disdain, my fellow villagers' ridicule, my debts and my ideals' repeated setbacks. All these things completely crushed this man."

"But he still had responsibilities and a conscience. He wanted to die but couldn't abandon the burden of his family. After day after day of torment, Liang Shu went completely crazy."

The three people's eyes fell on the "poet" not far away.

Seeing him holding Ling Rizhao's hands tightly, he was so excited that tears kept flowing and he kept saying thank you.

Lanbo and Xiao Xiaochuan suddenly felt that this was indeed a sad story.

"Alright! Everyone has calmed down. Finally, we can eat in peace..."

Xiao Qianchuan's voice suddenly paused, wondering if he had forgotten something.

Who did you forget?