Young Master Qin's Heart-Eating Secret Pet

Four years later.

On a flat road that can't be seen, the dilapidated van "clacked" on the road, and the dust was three meters wherever it went.

The van drove for several hours before reaching the city center. After shaking several times, it stopped behind a supermarket.

"No. 27, what's the matter with you? It's not the first time you come out, why can't you even open a car door?"

The woman in the co-pilot was a lunatic, that's what they called her, as for whether she was... who cares?

The woman's beautiful face was extremely thin and pale, with sunken eye sockets and thin cheeks showing high cheekbones. She was obviously a young body, but already had unnatural sickness and rickets.

Hearing the sound, No. 27's sluggish pupils rolled slowly, and smiled half-foolishly at the man, "Forgot."

She spoke very slowly and her voice was a little hoarse, like an old man in his late twilight years.

The man was bewitched by her smile for a moment, then suddenly remembered that this was a lunatic, felt disgusted, and looked away.

"Crazy women know how to giggle, be careful of being betrayed, get out of the car quickly!"

Without even thinking about it, the woman got up obediently, was strangled by the seat belt, and then fell back hard on the seat, with a crazy smile still on her face.

"The rope, the rope has not been untied for me, it hurts."

"No. 27, you are not only a lunatic, but also a fool, right?" The man smiled and unbuckled her seat belt, touched her body by the way, earning a lot of money, "This is the seat belt, I won't remember it next time , you stay in the car."

The woman got out of the car and went straight to an alley. The man took a look and didn't chase after him, "No. 27, where are you going? The goods will be loaded soon."

"Go to the little house."

There is a row of gray huts behind the madhouse, which is a convenient place for madmen. There is no distinction between men and women, and there is a group of people watching at every turn, with no dignity at all.

"How can there be a small house here?" The man couldn't help teasing, "It's really a lazy person with a lot of waste, and he knows how to be lazy when he comes out."

"I don't choose a place." The woman staggered, walking very slowly to the depths of the alley step by step.

Her condition is not very good, and she usually becomes out of breath after walking for a certain distance, but she dare not stop.

For this day, she has been waiting for three years!
The man packed all the goods, but the woman named No. 27 hadn't come back yet. He searched around the back for a few times, but no one answered for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help but cursed a few words before driving away.

Not everyone in the lunatic asylum is a lunatic, some are forced to become lunatics, and some pretend to be more lunatics than lunatics.

There are many people with unknown origins, and if they lose someone, they will report their death. No one dares to find someone with great fanfare.

When there was no sound in the alley, the woman crawled out of the trash can. Her originally down-and-out image was even more embarrassing, and she still had a rotten smell of garbage on her body.

She took out a dark cloth bag from the shabby and smelly clothes, which made her already thin figure look even thinner. She took off the dirty clothes on her body and changed into the clothes she wore the day she first entered the lunatic asylum.

The T-shirt that was close to her body was dangling now, like a piece of cloth hanging on her body, she was too thin.

The woman walked down the street along the road in her memory. She walked to the city center smoothly, and her luck seemed to have come to an end. There were too many changes here, and she, who was already homeless, had no place to settle down.

A hotel recruitment attracted her attention—helper in the back kitchen, food and accommodation included, salary...salary is not important.

She clenched the cloth bag tightly. Inside was only the thousands of dollars she had saved over the years, and the few things she wore that were not taken away.

This is all her belongings.