Chapter 17 The New Toy
I reached him just before the injection and saved Old Wang.
He knelt in front of me and raised the only hand that could still move high. "Please send me to prison. Let me sit until the end of my sentence. Give me life!"
I smiled. "I came here to treat your mental illness properly, not to play house with you."
Old Wang cried, "I was wrong. Great one, please overlook the small one's fault. I'm not crazy. I was just too clever. Let me out to go to prison, okay? Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."
I kicked him aside and copied the way he once dug at his ear. "Everyone here says they're not crazy. My ears have grown calluses from hearing it."
"But don't worry. You will not die. I will make sure you stay alive. For the next few decades, everything you went through today will play out again and again, only worse.
Welcome to the Madhouse."
Old Wang finally understood there was no hope of leaving. He collapsed in despair on the ground.
"I announce one thing. From today on, this one..." I looked at Old Wang's shape and chose a better measure word, "this lump of thing is your new toy. Supplied every day, no limit on times. Just leave him breathing."
The words had barely fallen when all three people clapped hard.
I was infected by the mood too. I pulled out my phone and switched to another song.
We are all a loving family, fortune should be shared~