Night.
Zhang Ze closed up early.
In the bedroom, Zhang Ze finished washing up, placed the Straw Hat on top of his head, and looked at himself in the mirror.
It actually suited him quite well. Although it was just a toy, its scorched appearance gave it quite an atmosphere. Later on, Zhang Ze could fully make use of his Horror Art Talent to make the hat look a little better.
After lying down in bed, Zhang Ze gradually closed his eyes.
"Mom, Mom... that uncle bullied me. He poked my hand with a pen. Sob... I'm bleeding. It hurts so much, Mom..."
"Good boy, don't cry. Mommy will lick it for you. I'll put some saliva on it, and it won't hurt in a little while."
"Mommy is the best!"
In his hazy state.
Zhang Ze seemed to hear someone speaking.
It was a boy whose voice had not yet changed, crying miserably as if he had suffered some great grievance. Yet upon hearing his mother's voice, he quickly began laughing happily again.
But as the scene before Zhang Ze gradually came into focus, he found himself lying on a hospital bed, with a man beside him staring blankly out the window.
The man was very thin.
His looks were completely ordinary, the type who would disappear into a crowd and never be recognized again.
Zhang Ze froze and looked at the nameplate at the head of the bed.
"Bed 8, Xiong Qing."
There was only one bed in the entire ward. That meant...
Zhang Ze was sharing a bed with Xiong Qing.
"What the hell?!"
Zhang Ze nearly jumped out of bed.
But the moment he rose, Zhang Ze realized something was wrong. No matter what he said or did, Xiong Qing showed no reaction, as