Therapy Planet No. 13

From Locke's mouth, Lu Yi got the cause and effect of He Xiangbin's entry.

"The last thing you need to hide in this place is why you came in. Because everyone feels innocent."

Locke begins with this sentence.

He Xiangbin was brought in when he was seven years old by someone whose parents contacted the school.

"This place wasn't so rampant at the time, I admit - what I did did make ordinary people uncomfortable." Locke blinked, and he took out a pack of cigarettes from his white coat!

The white cigarette case, and even the tobacco drawn from it, seemed to be covered with a layer of milky milk syrup, and only the brown tobacco rolled inside had a resemblance to the cigarettes sold outside.

Tobacco and alcohol, no matter how many years have passed, no matter how many planets have crossed, are eternal truths.

"I made it myself, and the purity is not inferior to those circulating on the star network outside. Would you like some?" Locke skillfully took a cigarette in his mouth, reached out and took an automatic alcohol lamp on the table next to him, and turned it on. The lamp cap, the electronic cotton core above it automatically burst into a bluish-blue flame. Locke bit the **** of the cigarette with his mouth and went to the alcohol lamp to borrow a fire. The cigarette **** instantly emitted an orange-red light, ready to cover the lamp cap again. When I went up, I remembered that there are still people in this place.

"No." Lu Yi shook his head and refused.

Locke gestured at Jessica with his eyes. Before she could answer, he said to himself, "Forget it, it's better not to smoke if you are a minor."

As he spoke, he put out the blue-blue flame on his own accord.

Jessica always felt a little embarrassed to sit here. Her diagnosis was already over. When she was about to leave, she was mixed up by Lu Yi, who suddenly appeared, but Lu Yi blocked the door. She and this man were paralyzed. She didn't know each other well, and the other party exuded a dangerous aura. She couldn't ask for it at all. She could only sit on the spot awkwardly, but she didn't expect the topic of the two to become more and more dangerous. Jessica felt that if she continued In the event that someone finds out, he must remember a major demerit, but now Locke noticed it, and his heart collapsed even more, looking like he was in a state of panic all day long.

"You can go by yourself if you want."

Probably noticing Jessica's discomfort, Locke leaned against the wall with a pure white cigarette between his slender fingers, puffing at Jessica.

Lu Yi raised her eyebrows. She intended to have a few more words with Jessica, but she also knew that it was definitely not a good time, so she gave way to the side a little, and looked polite.

In places where she didn't notice, she could no longer keep her head upright in front of others forever. She didn't know when she rolled the cuffs of her clothes to the joints of her elbows. With that, she gently leaned against the white wall, stood face to face with Locke, and nodded slightly to Jessica.

Jessica slipped out beside Louis as if to escape.

"How should I put it, when this place was first established, it was indeed a very... 'deficient in morality' people." Locke used a word that was not a compliment to define, "Like me, there are many others. Relying on the "Minor Protection Law", violent criminals who repeatedly punched their relatives, um... autistic or irritable, are indeed very extreme."

"Why not send it to a juvenile correctional center? Or normal educational institutions can provide corresponding education." Lu Yi frowned, "Nowadays children, including their parents, should receive unified moral education training when they grow up, and the data shows that participating in such Trained families scored an average of 78.43 percent on the Child Behavioral Model Assessment."

If you commit a crime, you will go to jail, and if the circumstances do not reach the level of the crime, you will be criticized and disciplined.

Humans have not been able to find a more effective mode of criticism and norms in thousands of years of evolution, and progress is always a means rather than a method.

"You really take the federal government's hand for so long." Locke smiled narrowly.

Lui was silent.

She almost forgot that the range that the federal government can control is centered on the capital galaxy, and the radiation range gradually decreases outward. Not to mention the edge galaxy, even the capital galaxy has the problem of insufficient distribution of educational resources.

The emergence of Xingwang has made up for the huge gap of insufficient educational resources, but it lacks corresponding supervisors and supervision measures.

No one cares whether the citizens of the marginal galaxy have received a perfect and standardized education, and the informationization of books is in front of their eyes, but most of them will not even look at them. Countless planets still retain ancient traditions, even It doesn't even matter who is the president in power.

"It's beyond the reach of the whip. The more the federal government can't control the place, or the more the descending galaxy that is at odds with the federal civilization, they won't find the reason from themselves at all."

Locke said, "That's why I was exploited by such a place. Anyway, in the name of the school, the fully closed militarized management, many parents don't want to control it at all, and naturally they are willing to send this garbage here."

Locke does not shy away from admitting that he is also a member of the "garbage".

"But then the acceptance got bigger and bigger, and the reasons for coming in became more and more...ridiculous."

Locke considered his words and said, "Do you know what name He Wenbin was sent in? The planet he lives on advocates violence, the kind of unrestrained violence, which they think is brave and bold. It is a symbol, but He Xiangbin is mixed with the blood of the earth descendants. Although the earth descendants like to expand, it is undeniable that most earth descendants still like peace under relatively stable conditions. They just like to be dominated by them. peace."

He Xiangbin was sent in under the name of "not brave enough".

Lu Ivanwan did not expect that there would be such a reason.

Not brave enough, expressed by other planets, it can be not masculine enough, or it can be timid, kind, and don't like fighting.

He was sent in when he was seven years old, and when he met Locke, he believed that all the prisoners here were perverts, and he strengthened his determination to escape.

At the beginning, his parents would come to visit the class, telling him to study hard in it and work hard to reform. When he tried to get out of this place and begged his parents, they just thought it was a child who couldn't bear the hardship and laughed it off.

The first distress signal failed, the second time, the third time...

About two or three years have passed, and Locke's cigarettes are almost exhausted, and he said lazily: "I never saw him move again, but he started to be an intelligence dealer, and he mingled in it. It's up and running."

There is nothing scarier than someone who has lost hope.

"His parents would show up every few years begging him to get out, but he just didn't say anything and wouldn't leave here anyway."

Locke glanced to the side, with endless pity in his tone: "Hey, I thought he still had some skills, but unfortunately he didn't even think about using his skills to the outside world."

Locke paused, "You want to go out, don't you? Then I'll put the ugly word up front, everyone in this place may be used by you, except him."

He came to a firm conclusion.

Seeing that Lu Yitu was poor, he simply didn't hide it, "You mean everyone—except him?"

She raised her voice, stared at Locke with amber eyes sternly, and pondered, "What about you?"

…

Jessica escaped from the quack doctor Locke's medical room with lingering fears, and repeatedly recalled the conversation between Lui and Locke in her mind. The two of them didn't want to hide anything in front of her at all. The more she thought about it, the more dangerous the core content of the conversation became.

As she walked quickly to the bedroom, she gradually thought of a terrible idea - these two newcomers want to escape, right?

Thinking of this, Jessica shrank instinctively.

Terrible, the idea is terrifying.

She was sent in because her parents worried that she was too addicted to Xingwang. She was called an "Internet addict" patient. She had been here for three years, and she would meet every few months in three years. Some people tried to run away, and she didn't think about escaping, but these people didn't even move, all of them were found by the ubiquitous surveillance, and they were caught in the No. 13 treatment under the watchful eyes of the public. room, and let other members randomly selected to watch.

One time, she was "fortunate" to watch this scene, and watched helplessly as the person on the treatment bed first twitched and let out a shrill howl, and then died with a twisted face.

At the moment of her death, blood almost exploded from the seven orifices. She can still clearly remember the sharp contrast of the red bloodstains sprayed on the snow-white ground, which caused her stomach discomfort. In fact, other people in the same group vomited at the first sight when they saw this scene.

Since then, she has never raised the idea of ​​"escape", at most secretly doing something she likes on the basis of unspoken rules and defaults.

After that, Jessica gradually learned that it is not only the cameras that are everywhere that are being monitored, but also countless students who pass by you. Some students will regularly receive assigned tasks to deliberately talk about some escape-related topics in front of others, but this is just a small means for the instructors to find people who want to escape.

Don't say, don't do, don't contact, this is the best way to protect yourself.

He Xiangbin, an intelligence monger, often says, "You'd better find a hobby in this place."

Not much, just one. One is enough to divert your attention through this seemingly endless night.

Thinking of this, Jessica's face became more and more pale.

She pondered over the words of Locke and Lui, not sure whether the two were testing or really had such thoughts.

If it's the former, isn't she being targeted by it? Is she really not going to be sent to the treatment room? But Locke has been here for such a long time. She has always been in the water with the management above. She has seen Locke several times over a corpse. running dog?

If it's the latter... If she doesn't succeed, wouldn't she be implicated? Should she report it? Or just open one eye and close one eye?

Jessica's breathing became more and more chaotic. When she reached the door of her bedroom, she opened the door uneasily. As soon as she entered the door, she heard an unfamiliar sweet laughter:

"Hi~"

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