Seventh Hospital

【Diagnostic record】

Name: Levi Ackerman

Age: 23

Hospital No.: NO.0770692

Pathological description: OCD-cleanliness disorder

【0】

Later that year, the Unsullied released their self-titled album, The Unsullied, breaking their previous sales record.

But just as everyone was cheering for their idol, Unsullied announced their disbandment.

In the following year, other members of Unsullied started again in different fields, but their lead singer Allen was nowhere to be seen.

No one in that circle saw him again.

【1】

"If the world were a box

be filled with what becomes

Treasure chests with treasures in locked rooms

Recycling bins full of filth sit in corners where no one cares

Everyone thinks he's dirty

He thinks everyone is dirty"

The world is overrun by bacteria.

The seen and the unseen exist and are everywhere.

It is the happiness of the blind to feel at ease because they cannot see.

At first he thought they were happy, but then he felt that even that happiness was germy and dirty.

Don't you feel pitiful?It's so dirty, but still thinks it's clean...

No one can recognize his mercy.

No one could understand his disgust.

Gradually, he stopped trying to make others understand.Then later he simply rejected everyone's understanding.

This world is so dirty, everything in this world, from existence to non-existence, from matter to sense organs, is unclean.

Even him.

"Can you give me a clean house?" he said. "Nothing is fine, as long as it is clean."

That room was repeatedly and thoroughly sanitized ten times, as was everything that was put in it, and so was everything (people) that was going in.

So is he.

They all felt that he had to peel off his own skin and soak it in disinfectant water for a week, then take it out and wash it three times before he was willing to stick it back on his body.

But what can I do, it's not enough for him, he feels more and more dirty from the inside out, and sometimes he really wants to take his whole body off and soak it in disinfectant water to wash it.

When he was resting on the bed because he was too exhausted, he couldn't help but think: What should I do if I really can't stand this dirty world and want to die?

It seems that any kind of death requires some external props, but it is too dirty, and there is no way to clean it immediately.

Forget it, let's die of old age.

He calmly closed his eyes.

Rather than being polluted to make it even more filthy, it would be better to keep it so filthy that you can't wash it off.

Well, that's what happened.

【2】

The benefit performance is something that the company requires every debutant to experience.In order to improve their own image and expand the audience, charity performances must be held.Not only do we have to do this, but we must do it better than other performances.

Although Allen satirizes those things that beautify his image in the name of charity, he must also abide by the conditions.

He can only insist that he is really paying for this charity performance with his heart, and hopes that the audience can gain strength from their performance.He is well aware of the filth in the entertainment industry, but he doesn't want this filth to continue to other people.

He did a good job of mental construction before he stepped into the door.

Unsullied is a newly debuted team. Although it has been paid attention to by many people before its debut due to various reasons, it has gained great popularity since its debut, but they are still too immature compared to those old teams, even if every member is very young. Excellence also needs to go through a lot of things before it can be recognized.

Allen loves his team very much, and hopes to lead the team to the top of the circle, so they study hard, perform, and establish a good public image, and no mistakes are allowed.

The same is true for this charity performance, there can be no problems.

The time for the charity performance was before lunch, and the time was not long, because the patient needed a good rest.And it can't be too noisy, some patients can't accept a noisy environment, and too gorgeous lighting and other special effects can't be used, it's all for the patients.In the end, I just sang two songs, just like playing music on the radio during the lunch break every day, it just turned into a live performance.

Allen's teammates were very unhappy with this kind of strict requirements.

"Since this is the case, don't hold any charity performance here." The teammate said angrily. "It's better to go to the nursing home!"

"Perhaps it is because the hospital is special that I want to hold a performance here." Allen said, "After all, if it gets good reviews, the impact will be better."

"It's really a disgusting purpose." The teammates all showed disgusted expressions.

"It's still a while before the start, let's get ready." Allen smiled at them reassuringly. "Assemble here an hour before the show begins."

"Okay, let's go eat first." The grumpy teammate was dragged away by his companions cursing.

Allen also finds it very boring, but he is the captain of the team, and he can no longer add fuel to the fire in such a situation, and can only play a neutral role.But he, like his teammates, is looking forward to a performance that allows them to fully express their feelings, not such a perfunctory performance.

Feeling restless after being sedentary for a long time, Allen took off his performance coat, which was more decorative than practical, and decided to go for a walk outside.

The sound insulation effect of the hospital building is very good. During this leisurely time, the patients either go outside to bask in the sun or stay in the wards, so the corridors are very deserted. After walking for a long time, no one is seen, only an unaccustomed silence.

Just when Allen was deciding to go back, intermittent singing came from a certain room ahead.Allen thought to himself which patient was singing, and didn't care, but after taking two steps, he couldn't help but go back.

"A person who can sing Unsullied so badly, although he can't argue with the patient, at least let me see who the patient is." He showed a depressed expression, "Such a person must not be allowed to participate in our Concert..." After speaking, he couldn't help but lift his foot and walked towards the direction of the singing.

The room is at the end of the corridor, with a snow-white door.The metal nameplate on the wall was clean and shiny, and the patient number, NO.0770692, was placed in the slot, and the cardboard was also spotless.

The door was not closed, and the voice came out intermittently, hesitating and difficult.

Allen moved his eyes close to the crack of the door curiously, the bright light stung his eyes, and his vision was blank for a moment.

When that uncomfortable feeling passed, Allen saw a world that couldn't be described well.

truth.At that time, he probably could only think of this adjective.

The ward was cleaned beyond imagination. Everything was the purest and most flawless white. It seemed that even a speck of dust could be found immediately.

And this kind of scene is not built in the whole ward. The distance of nearly one meter from the door of the ward is a buffer zone. A glass curtain wall like a wall is erected one meter ahead, isolating a pure white world. A clean to creepy world with all filth left out.

And in that world, a young man in a hospital gown sat cross-legged on the floor as bright as a mirror, looked down at the draft papers scattered around him, and was looking at him with one of them in his hand. Slowly humming an out-of-tune tune.

Allen stared at that face for a while, and suddenly felt a very weird and distorted sense of disobedience.

The young man was very handsome, with straight and graceful facial features, but his complexion was very strange. Allen couldn't describe it. If he had to say it, it seemed... the skin was so thin that the muscles under the skin could almost be seen—— Such a feeling.It's as if his face is not covered with skin but a thin film.The rest of his body was tightly wrapped by clothes, and gloves were also worn on his hands, which made his face even more slender and skin as thin as paper.

Is it a rare disease?Allen thought about it, and felt that he couldn't watch it any longer, so he stood up straight and left there.

The performance was held as scheduled, and the response was good. Everyone in the hospital who was allowed to arrive at the scene was there. Everyone's opinion of Unsullied was unexpectedly good, and even said "please come and perform for us again next time".

No matter how troublesome it was before, as long as it achieved its goal, it would be considered a successful performance. The members of Unsullied seemed very happy, and their previous dislike of the hospital's mess was thrown aside.

After Allen went back, he received a notification from his agent, saying that there was another new song ready to be handed over to them for recording.Although the lyricist has not submitted the manuscript yet, it will not take too long.Allen and his companions haven't practiced the new work together for a long time, and they couldn't wait any longer. They stalked the agent to get the score of the new song, and practiced first regardless of whether there were lyrics or not.

Unsullied, as the main band of the company, has independent songwriters and production teams, but they have always just enjoyed the finished product directly, and have never met the songwriters and songwriters.I have heard of the songwriter, and he has also appeared on TV. He is a talented music composer living abroad, but the information of the songwriter is extremely tightly protected. Few people in the company know about it. There is no specific situation, but generally speaking, he is a person whose identity is completely a mystery, and the only known pseudonym is "Willie".

Allen and his companions studied the pseudonym "Willie" when they were bored. Some said it was a name, some said it might be a transliterated surname, and some said it was a word with special meaning... Anyway, after researching and studying in the past, they couldn't find it. what come.I only know that his works are very consistent with their Unsullied style, but after a long time Allen can also find a little clue, that is, this "Willie" seems to be imaginative, because there are always many unrealistic things in his lyrics.

That kind of unrealism does not refer to the design similar to the magical science fiction style, but the existence and metaphors (in their opinion) that are very unreasonable in their view, such as "people made of air", and what "flawless" "Peerless Painting" and other lyrics, although the song sounds very emotional, but Allen admits in his heart that he really doesn't understand what the lyricist really wants to express, and he is completely using his own ideas to understand it.

I don't know if the lyricist will hate him a little because of this?

【3】

"When the gray sky starts to rain

People made of air run in black mud

The rain falls with a gray color

Dye people into one color

In the end they melted into darkness

Eventually they lose their shape"

He refuses to go out.Deny any possibility of getting yourself dirty.

The doctors advised him to turn on the speakers that could transmit the sound, but he also refused, because he was determined not to allow those dirty sounds to contaminate his ears.So doctors still need to use words to talk to him, and he doesn't mind passing his voice into their ears. Although he thinks that the sound will become very dirty after passing through the speakers, he is not the one who listens anyway. It doesn't matter to the person who is here, so he won't bother with that.

So up to now, the sound transmission effect in his room is one-sided, after all, he really can't stand it.

In fact, he also wanted to tell the doctor if he could change the air if possible, because he always felt a little suffocated.But the all-you-can-eat doctor firmly vetoed his request on this point.After all, air that is too pure is not suitable for people to breathe.

Look, it is because we breathe such dirty air that we become so dirty from the inside to the outside, and the skin and internal organs are also dirty... He can't think about it anymore, and he wants the doctor to wash his internal organs too Once washed.

He asked the doctor to prepare some ink for him because he needed it.But what is ink made of?It seems that it is not just water and paint, but also a lot of additives... Dirty, don't use it.

So in the end they found him bio-ink, which is from the glands of cuttlefish. Fortunately, he is not good at biology, otherwise he would have to investigate the composition of these inks for a lifetime.Although it is said that this kind of ink does not last long, who cares.Someone will help him record things before the ink breaks down, all he has to do is not get himself dirty.

To be honest, if it didn't feel like blood was getting dirty...he really didn't mind being self-sufficient.

"Is there any new incident outside these two days?" One day he had a whim to read the news, so the nurse found a newspaper and pasted it on the glass wall for him to read.

He sat with his back to the curtain wall and did mental construction for 3 minutes: the curtain wall is double-sided, the curtain wall is double-sided...then leaned over to read the newspaper tremblingly.Finances are boring, people's livelihood doesn't care about his business, the legal system is too far away from him, emotions are even more nonsense, the only thing he can watch is the entertainment section.

He still has a few stars he likes, but if you ask him to talk about what he likes about them, he really doesn't know.It may be that the makeup is better, which makes him a little envious.His current face looks really scary, and he should use makeup to repair the blemishes, but that's impossible, so he can only watch other people make up.

Fortunately, no one deliberately mentioned the ingredients of cosmetics in front of him, otherwise he would not even be able to read the entertainment section in the future.

Today's entertainment section is promoting Unsullied's new single.To be honest, he didn't like the band.It is estimated that there is a problem with the company's positioning of this band, so that there is no place from top to bottom that fits his aesthetics.

Although, although, although...

Although he is the queen lyricist of this band.

What the news said happened to be the news that Unsullied's queen lyricist "Willie" was about to release a new song for Unsullied.He got the composer's score a week earlier than the brokerage company, and he is in the stage of experimenting with writing lyrics, and it is expected that the draft will be completed this weekend.But now that the demo song has been released, people's expectations for the official song have risen to a new stage, and he must hurry up.

To be honest, from the beginning of this work to the present, he has never heard a single song anyway.Let alone songs written by others.Sometimes he couldn't help thinking "I should have learned to compose", but when he thought of his songs being performed by others, he felt so dirty, so dirty... compared to feeling his lyrics being sung by others That bad feeling is even worse.

In fact, he shouldn't be looking for the job.

After thinking about a lot of messes, his desire to read the newspaper finally disappeared, and he asked the nurse to take the newspaper away in distaste. Continue the finishing work of the word notation on a floor tile.

Occasionally he would think about how the songs he wrote would sound, but he really didn't have the courage to try to listen to them.

The only thing left in his memory is the scene when he was a child listening to the choir singing hymns in the church, which was the most holy and flawless voice he could remember.

It's already gone away from him.

【4】

At the end of the month, Alan and the others got the complete new song and began to prepare for practice. Another reason for Unsullied's high popularity in the music world is that they have never sung love songs.It is said that this is because their lyricist is a completely unemotionalist. He does not have a girlfriend, and of course he does not have a boyfriend. He lives alone all year round, living in his own conscious world like an autistic patient, so he wrote Although the lyrics that come out can be interpreted very beautifully, the emotions in them are pale and cold.Such features are very rare in this era of all kinds of intense congestion, and the company's positioning for Unsullied is very mysterious and charming, which makes them so popular.

But Allen himself knew very well that this was only temporary.Because they will soon become a trend and become the object of others to imitate, and their advantages will change from being unique to being the pioneers of this genre.Perhaps they will be eternal classics, but they will eventually be replaced.

This time may be in the near future, none of them can say for sure.

So the only thing we can do now is to climb a little higher before we are dead, and then disappear with infinite brilliance, so that we can be eternal in everyone's hearts.

Allen was sitting in the audio-visual room with the sheet music for practice. It was lunch time, and his companions had gone out to eat. He had no appetite, so he stayed and continued to work on the tune.As the lead singer, he needs to resonate with this song, otherwise it will ruin the song editor's mind.

Usually he can find the feeling very quickly, but this time for some reason, he always seems a little anxious, and it is difficult to integrate into the music scene. The practice in the morning is also the same. He is always in a variety of situations. Although his teammates are very tolerant, but This makes him a little depressed who has always pursued perfection in his work.

Leaning on the chair, he lazily hummed a tune looking for a sense of music, but he felt something was wrong while humming.

I didn’t realize it before, but now I sing slowly but feel it...

——Why does this tune sound so familiar?

Allen can guarantee that he has never seen this score before he got it, but why does he feel that this piece is familiar now...

A blinding whiteness suddenly flashed through his mind, and when he felt uncomfortable for it, he suddenly recalled that scene.

In a spotless glass room, a handsome and strange young man in the hospital.There were also papers scattered around him, and the staccato singing that wafted from the room.

——that’s the tone right now.

It turned out to be him!

Allen felt instantly shocked by being struck by lightning.The person whom he had thought in his heart that he should never take part in their performance turned out to be... Willy? !And Willie...is a patient?

Thinking of this and contacting Willy's mystery before, he can understand the reason why he is so unknown.After all, he is not a normal person, but a strange patient who is locked in a room and cannot be contacted with others.

So, the reason why his lyrics are so biased towards fantasy, and why he always repeatedly emphasizes filth and purity, is also because of his own illness?

Allen stood up and walked around the room, he suddenly wanted to see that Willie.He had always admired this guy because the lyrics he wrote made him feel amazing, but he hadn't known who he was before.Now that he knows that person is not far from him in a place he has been to, his desire to see that person has swelled again, even surpassing his curiosity about the lyrics itself.

I have to meet him, and after I know who he is, I can no longer find resonance with the lyrics by myself like before.I have to meet that person face to face, I want to know what he thinks, I have to know what he thinks. ——These thoughts lingered in Allen's mind, occupying almost all his current thinking.

Thinking of this, he immediately dug out his bag, stuffed the lyrics into the bag, took his clothes and went out.

"Hey, Alan, why are you going?" The staff saw him as if he was going out and quickly pulled him back. "You still have practice this afternoon!"

"Please leave, please leave! It's only a few hours, I will definitely come over in the afternoon!" Allen struggled to pull his arm out of his hand. "I have very important things to do now!"

"What is more important to have practice!" The staff ran after him.

Allen took a few quick steps forward and suddenly turned around. He met the staff, and he said very seriously, "It's a big thing about whether I can sing in the future."

The staff was frightened by him, and they just stood there and watched him run out of the corridor, and didn't react until they were completely invisible, "Hey, then you should say hello to the manager!——"

Allen thought very well, he was going to visit Willie in the hospital, and then casually mentioned the lyrics, and discussed with him the problem of the music scene.But when he got to the hospital, he realized that it was not that simple at all.

Because of its particularity, the hospital strictly prohibits non-patient family members and non-visiting patients from accepting visits from outsiders, and the requirements are very strict. If you cannot enter, you cannot enter, and you cannot enter under any conditions.Although Alan is a public figure, he has nothing to do with Willie—it is not counted as a working relationship if he insists, so he was firmly blocked from the hospital gate.

Allen was very anxious, he really wanted to see Willie, because from the first time he saw him, he felt that the man was a person with a story, and there must be a very unusual reason for him to be able to write such lyrics.And with a responsible attitude and love for his own career, he can no longer continue to explore the meaning of the song on his own while knowing the existence of the lyricist.He had to have a face-to-face communication with Willie, otherwise he would never be able to perform this song.

However, the security of the hospital is really hard and soft. If it is not for the family members, they are absolutely not allowed to visit.And because he doesn't know Willie's real name and his condition, it's unclear whether he can accept visits.

After turning around a dozen times at the gate of the hospital, Allen rushed to the guard room with a desperate expression on his face.

"Actually! I'm here to see my boyfriend!"

The doorman and security guard straightened their backs in shock and stared at him.

Unsullied has not had any scandals in the past few years since their debut, and there is almost no negative news. On the one hand, they have not accepted any interview invitations from any media or TV programs except for performance promotion. On the other hand, their information is kept very well. , almost no one knows what they are doing offstage.Even most of the personal information about them circulated on the Internet is fabricated, and few of them are true.Because of this, none of the members of Unsullied know the private relationship and communication status, and they never talk about it in the face of undeniable interviews, which can almost be called watertight.

So now, knowing that the man in front of him is the lead singer of Unsullied, the hospital concierge and security guards feel a little inconceivable about the "facts" he can't bear to say.

Unsullied turned out to be gay.This news is too explosive.

However, the guard continued to check responsibly: "Are you here to see your boyfriend? Who is your boyfriend? Even if he is a patient who is prohibited from visiting."

And this layer!Alan's heart was dark, and he said expectantly the house number of the room he saw that day, and then stared at the doorman's face without letting go of any expression.

The doorman poked twice on the computer, then looked sideways at him.

Allen looked sincere.

"Well, you can visit. But are you really 70692's boyfriend? He's been in the hospital for so long and has never seen any boyfriend..."

What is 70692?Don't the patients here have no names but numbers?Allen always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't ask right now, so he could only smile awkwardly: "You know, my identity is too...he is sick and needs to rest here, I don't want to cause trouble for him... "

The guard nodded in understanding. "Yes, public figures are trouble."

"Hehe, yes, yes."

"Then you go in, I have already notified the people at the monitoring station on the floor, and they will tell your boyfriend about your visit."

Allen shook his shoulders, always feeling that he had done something terrible.

【5】

"If you say you're pure white

Then why don't you wake up from the dark dream

The rain in the dark night dyes the world

You stand on one foot on the top of a reef that is about to be buried

Still insisting that the boat to heaven will take you away"

"Boyfriend?" He looked blankly at the nurse's face, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the words he wrote on the paper.

The nurse nodded, indicating that this was the information received by the monitoring station.

He looked down at the paper in his hand, thought for a long time, and nodded to the nurse.

"Well, if he says he's my boyfriend, then he should be."

He has no concept of relationship because he doesn't pay attention to that.He can't pay too much attention, because he prefers to get to the bottom of it, and once blood and kinship are investigated, he will face a very scary world. For his own consideration, he can only choose to ignore it.

So until now, people say "Your mother is here to see you", "Your father is here to see you", "Your sister is here to see you", all he has to do is nod, but he doesn't even know who his parents are .

As long as he thinks that there are still one or a few people whose blood DNA composition is similar to his, he feels terrible, and they are people living outside—the same people living in the dirty world that almost destroys him. Dirty people.

So few people came to see him afterwards.Because no one could look at him with that disgusting look in his eyes.It doesn't matter to him, even if someone pretends to be his relative to visit him, they can't get anything from him anyway.And the manuscript in his hand is only wanted by the brokerage company, and no one else knows that he is writing songs for Unsullied, and no one with malicious intentions has appeared.

But this time, someone came to see him with the title of "his boyfriend", which is really rare.

In line with the curiosity that a human being should have, he packed up his manuscript and waited quietly for the arrival of his "boyfriend".

It is estimated that it takes 5 minutes to go downstairs to his ward. During the first 5 minutes of these 2 minutes, he sorted out his hospital gown and hair in a more moody manner, hoping to give his "boyfriend" a good impression. .However, in the next 3 minutes, he habitually lost his mind again, and his thoughts drifted to the unfinished manuscripts at hand, and he began to fill in the words in the dictionary in his mind.

As a result, he didn't recover until the "boyfriend" walked into the ward.

The nurse said to Alan, who was a little agitated, to wait a moment, and then knocked on the glass curtain wall with his hand.

So Allen saw that the very powerful young man who had been in a trance before suddenly turned from a haze to a dark expression and growled in displeasure: "Don't touch my wall without washing your hands!"

Allen froze for a moment, the nurse shrugged at him, turned around and took out an alcohol wipe from the sink beside him, and wiped it twice on the place he just knocked, and the faces of the people in the room improved a little.

"Talk slowly, I'll go out first." The nurse took out a clipboard and put it in Alan's hand, smiled at him, turned and went out.

Allen looked at the writing board in his hand inexplicably, and then looked at him behind the curtain wall suspiciously.

"So, you are my 'boyfriend'?" Just now he suddenly realized that the one who wanted to see him was his "boyfriend", but he still showed such a fierce expression, would it scare people?He thought this "boyfriend" looked pretty good, and he didn't want to give others a bad impression because of this reason, so he quickly adjusted his expression when the man was communicating with the nurse, and he was quite "friendly". asked a question.

Allen felt that his brain was not enough.He didn't know the reason why Willy was hospitalized, but judging by his posture, he knew that it was definitely not a simple disease, maybe it was a terrible incurable disease, but now it seems that no matter what the disease is, the famous The mysterious lyricist seems to be a person with a bad temper...and he lied and is being exposed by the person involved.

"...You have to believe that I said such a reason so rudely just to see you." Allen immediately straightened his back and said sincerely.

However, he didn't know that the sound transmission effect of this curtain wall is one-way, so when the person said indifferently: "Sorry, I can't hear what you said, can you write?" The embarrassment accumulated by the person involved finally broke out, and his face, which had almost never changed color, turned red with embarrassment.

Allen picked up a pen and tremblingly wrote a few words on the clipboard.

"I'm very sorry……"

The people inside were staring at his red neck and ears in surprise, then blinked and smiled as if they found something strange.

"Oh... you are so interesting."

Allen looked complicated. "Well, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Alan, and it's Un..." "Alan, the lead singer of Unsullied, I know." He interrupted him. "I've seen you in the newspapers. They commented that your singing skills are very good, and your voice can touch people's hearts. I am very happy that my songs can be performed by someone like you." Although please forgive me for not listening to all of them.

"Are you really 'Willie'?!" Allen was a little surprised.

"Well, you didn't even know if I was Willy, so you came to me and considered me my boyfriend?" He rested his chin with his fingers. "Young people really act impulsively."

"That's just a stopgap measure..." Allen choked on him, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to enter the hospital to visit you."

"Well, you are amazing at thinking of this." He nodded appreciatively.

"Thank you... The purpose of my coming today is actually to discuss the new song with you..."

"Why do you want to discuss it with me?" He asked puzzled, "Didn't you all study it by yourself before? Or is there something wrong with my lyrics?"

"No, it's not your problem." Allen pulled a stool, sat down and began to write seriously.Although he always felt that it was unbelievable to talk to people inside in an abnormal way through a curtain wall, but the patient's needs came first, even if he was uncomfortable, he had to get used to it.However, he wanted to use his thousands of words to have an academic discussion with Willy, but he didn't expect him to write word by word in the end. Allen felt very uncomfortable.

How could he express such complicated feelings clearly in words!

"I didn't know your situation before, so I have been groping around to understand the meaning of the words with my friends, but since I know that you are recuperating here, it is difficult for me to define those songs by myself. I want to know you With what emotion did I write those lyrics, I wanted to put your emotion into the song, otherwise it would make me feel like I was blaspheming those songs."

"You're such a strange singer." After reading those words, he sat on the floor with his chin on the floor and looked at him strangely. "Why do you need to exchange ideas with me? Can I tell you that I don't have any ideas?"

"It's impossible." Allen denied in surprise. "If you don't have an idea, why write lyrics like this?"

He nodded knowingly after reading it, then raised his gloved finger and pointed to his room. "Have you seen my room?"

Allen followed his fingers and looked at the room seriously again.Behind the glass curtain wall, there are very few things within his range of activities. There is only a bed, no chairs, no tables and stools, papers are piled on the ground, pens are pinned to the pages, and the door leading to the bathroom is translucent. , you can see the sink, and there are almost nothing on the shelf. Everything is bright, clean and pure white, and the reflection of light can almost blind the eyes.

"See." He looked at Alan and smiled slightly, but there was no emotion in the smile, "What do you think I can write in such an environment? Or what I can write to me What emotion do you give?"

Allen opened his mouth slightly, but didn't know what to say in response to him.

"Oh, you don't know." He nodded and smiled at himself as if thinking of something. "You don't know why I'm here do you... I can tell you, well, I don't mind telling other people