Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 1 A Beautiful Afternoon
It's another beautiful afternoon.

The streets of the downtown area are bustling with people.

Workers walked by together with cigarettes in their mouths. Although they looked tired after just changing shifts, they did not forget to grab the buttocks of the passing female workers, and then laughed together amid the female workers' shouting and cursing.

The drivers sitting in a row on the curb pointed at the female workers and chatted animatedly. When someone came over to hail a taxi, they started fighting fiercely.

The butcher, who had no business, stood behind the stall and watched the fun. He quickly swatted a fly to death and put it into his mouth, chewing it twice.

The waiter in the teahouse next door couldn't help being curious and stuck his head out of the door to look, but he was soon discovered by the owner who came over and kicked him to the ground. He then whipped the waiter so hard that he rolled on the ground. All the guests in the teahouse laughed so hard that they fell over.

Everything is so prosperous.

suddenly.

A violent explosion interrupted everyone's laughter.

People on the street stopped and people in the teahouse stuck their heads out of the windows.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, and then looked away at the same time.

It turned out to be a madhouse.

Whatever happens in a lunatic asylum is normal, right?

So the streets returned to normal, people went home from get off work, people were pulling carts, people were drinking tea, and people were getting beaten up.

……

Feng Xiuhu's mind was in a mess, as if his brain had been turned into paste. He seemed to remember something, but he couldn't remember anything.

Maintaining this state, he walked out of the door in a daze. Fresh air rushed into his nostrils and he finally felt a little more awake.

What came into view was a street that was obviously unfamiliar but also familiar. He felt that he was either dreaming or traveling through time.

There was a lot of noise around, and many people were running around. Some were crying, some were laughing, and some were both crying and laughing. People holding iron rods were chasing and beating them from behind.

Feng Xiuhu turned around and looked up. There was a sign hanging on the iron gate of the fence - Lower Town Mental Foster Home.

Now Feng Xiuhu understood. This turned out to be a mental hospital. No wonder he died.

But if you are sick, you can treat it. What’s the point of just fostering someone?

He shook his head and decided to stay away from here so that he wouldn't be arrested as a mental patient.

Feng Xiuhu crossed the street, stood under the eaves with his hands on his hips, and looked around curiously.

"Master, please come in, sit down and watch the fun, and have a bowl of tea to relieve your fatigue."

A flattering greeting came from beside me.

Feng Xiuhu turned around and was stunned.

The teahouse waiter was wearing a white towel and nodding and bowing to him.

But what surprised Feng Xiuhu was that the boy had a pair of large, coiled horns on his head. They started to grow from the upper part of his temple, turned a corner and then went back behind his ears.

Now it was certain, Feng Xiuhu felt like he was dreaming.

But he couldn't help but feel curious and touched it.

The servant was lowering his head and it was too late when he realized it.

“Ah! Ahhhh—”

He let out a terrified scream, his legs went limp with fear and he fell to the ground, then he backed away on his hands and knees until his back rested on the shopkeeper's knees.

The servant slowly raised his head, and when he saw the shopkeeper's face, he shuddered all over and his crotch suddenly became wet.

The tea drinkers all looked on. One sharp-eyed man was the first to notice that the waiter's crotch was wet. He couldn't help but slam the table and cursed, "Wow! The animal peed! Shopkeeper, you've lost your pants!"

There was a burst of laughter in the teahouse.

The shopkeeper smiled and bowed to the tea drinkers: "Excuse me for making fun of you, but please stop making trouble and let me get the deal done."

After saying that, he grabbed the servant's hair and dragged the servant to Feng Xiuhu.

The servant lowered his head and trembled all over, but he did not resist at all. He crawled forward on all fours as the shopkeeper led him.

The shopkeeper first bowed to Feng Xiuhu, then gave him a complaining look: "Sir, since you seem to be a respectable man, I won't say anything more. We are open to business and welcome everyone. If you like it, just mention it. Why wouldn't I sell it? It would be a bit rash to just go for it."

Feng Xiuhu looked at the shopkeeper, then at the servant below, and nodded with satisfaction - being called "Master" made him feel comfortable.

The shopkeeper had clearly misunderstood something. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "It seems you understand the rules. We're doing business honestly, so we won't ask for too much. I'll just add 20% to the market price—is that okay with you?"

"I'm not lying at all. If you don't believe me, go to the auction house and ask how many people are willing to pay a high price. Besides, I've grown attached to it after all these years. I originally wanted to keep it for myself, but now that it's almost old enough, I didn't expect you to get it first."

As he said this, the shopkeeper kicked the servant again: "You damned thing! Where's your hat?"

The servant trembled and didn't answer. The tea drinker beside him shouted, "Didn't you take it off when you hit him just now?"

The shopkeeper kept on chattering, and Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but frown, thinking that this matter was not simple - the more he said he was doing honest business, the more he ripped off his customers.

So he waved his hand and said, "Cut it!"

The shopkeeper immediately smiled brightly: "Oh! Okay, one cut is enough!"

After saying that, he dragged the servant under the eaves and walked to the butcher's stall. He bowed and said, "Master Shen, give me a hand."

The butcher looked at him sideways and said nothing.

The shopkeeper lowered his head to search around and kicked the dark red wooden barrel at his feet: "I'll give you half a barrel of blood."

The butcher then smiled and said, "Okay!"

The burly butcher grabbed the boy and pressed him onto the chopping board.

The shopkeeper shouted, "I want a knife!"

"Just watch!"

The butcher agreed readily and started to cut with his knife.

The head was broken at the neck and rolled twice on the stall.

"it is good!"

The audience in the teahouse cheered and applauded continuously.

"This knife is so sharp!"

"Fast and accurate! Great knife!"

The butcher's face was flushed with praise. He bowed towards the teahouse and hurriedly picked up the wooden barrel and put it under the cavity.

The shopkeeper was watching from the side, and when he saw that it was almost over, he quickly shouted, "Enough, enough!"

The butcher shrugged his nose, pretending not to hear, and used two more fingers to remove the barrel.

Feng Xiuhu was amazed.

But he didn't say anything and stood aside to learn humbly.

The shopkeeper was too busy to pay attention to him.

The shopkeeper brought a basin and, with the help of the butcher, hung the corpse on a hook until not a drop of blood came out of the cavity. Only then did he take the basin away.

After bringing the basin back to the teahouse, he hurried out again and directed the butcher to cut off the two big horns on the head with a saw. Finally, he wrapped the two horns in a handkerchief and handed them to Feng Xiuhu.

He smiled broadly, as if holding a treasure: "Please take a look."

Feng Xiuhu took one in each hand, turned it over and over, examined it for a while, then put it back and said with his head held high, "I want to return it."

The shopkeeper's expression changed: "What?"

"That's no joke. Don't make fun of me."

Feng Xiuhu was also puzzled: "Who's kidding you? Seven days of no-questions-asked returns, don't you understand? I'm a member! Believe it or not, I'm going to complain to you."

The shopkeeper's face changed again. He was frightened by Feng Xiuhu. "Yes, what is a member?"

Hardly had he finished speaking when a group of people suddenly appeared running from the end of the street in a panic. The one leading them was fat and strong, twice as big as the butcher.

The group rushed to Feng Xiuhu and surrounded him. The rest of them called him "Squad Leader", but the honest man in the lead called him "Big Brother".

The shopkeeper's expression changed again, and Feng Xiuhu's expression changed as well. They both shouted at the same time, "You dare to call for help?!"

Hearing this, the honest man looked around with his eyes wide open, and avoided looking at anyone who met his gaze.

The honest man couldn't find his target, so he poked the shopkeeper's chest with his thick finger and said, "Where's the person you called?"

Feng Xiuhu suddenly realized—so he's mine? That's all right then.

The shopkeeper's forehead was covered with sweat, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "What! Gaiming robbed?!"

Passersby saw the excitement and gradually gathered around.

The shopkeeper seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and continued to shout: "Everyone come and see, this group of people - this world -"

Feng Xiuhu ignored him. He pointed at the shopkeeper and said to the honest man, "He's blackmailing me."

The honest man was furious. He grabbed the shopkeeper and lifted him into the air, roaring like the wind: "How dare you blackmail my brother? You're blind! It's always been our choir that picks other people's pockets. I've never seen anyone make the choir pay out their money!"

When they heard the name of the choir, the crowd that was about to gather around turned abruptly and walked away.

The shopkeeper was spitted in the face and his hair was blown into a mess, but he stopped making a fuss as soon as he heard the choir.

He put on a smile: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

The honest man put the shopkeeper down. The shopkeeper thought that was the end of it. Feng Xiuhu also thought that was enough, but he saw the younger brothers behind him coming up again, one kicking, another slapping, accompanied by cursing. Until everyone had had a go, the honest man put the shopkeeper in front of Feng Xiuhu again.

The honest man touched the back of his head and smiled at Feng Xiuhu: "Brother, it's all cleaned up."

Feng Xiuhu didn't need to speak at this moment. The shopkeeper, with a bruised face but still forcing a smile, offered the two horns on his own initiative: "Alas, it's my fault that this blind old dog didn't recognize the squad leader. You gentlemen have taught me well and taught me well. It has finally opened my eyes."

Feng Xiuhu looked around the teahouse. The noisy tea drinkers were all drinking tea with their heads down, as if they didn't notice what was happening here.

Looking at the butcher on the other side, he was tidying up the counter, moving various tools here and there, and it seemed that no matter how he arranged them, they were not right.

Feng Xiuhu looked at the bony head again. The two horns had been chopped off, leaving only a smooth cross-section.

He stared down at the horn in his hand for a while, then said to the shopkeeper, "Why are you still standing there? Pay me."

The shopkeeper reacted quickly and nodded, then ran back to the teahouse, took out a handful of silver dollars from the cabinet, and handed them to Feng Xiuhu with trembling hands.

Feng Xiuhu didn't know how much this was, so he turned around and asked the honest man, "Is it enough?"

The honest man glared at the shopkeeper: "My brother said it's not enough."

The shopkeeper was so distressed that his mouth twitched, and he had to turn around and go into the house to take out a small box.

Feng Xiuhu opened the box and saw that there was a layer of silver coins at the bottom. He turned around and asked the honest man again.

The shopkeeper burst into tears and said, "Sir! It's really gone!"

Feng Xiuhu hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Then he patted the honest man's shoulder and said, "You too, have worked hard."

After saying that, Feng Xiuhu put all the coins and silver dollars into the box, turned around and left with the box in his arms.

Before they had gone far, the honest man and a group of people caught up with them. They grinned at Feng Xiuhu and said, "Brother, we finally made a big profit today. Let's have pancakes with meat tonight."

These words made the brothers drool, and they responded noisily.

Feng Xiuhu glanced at him sideways: "Who are you?"

The honest man got anxious when he heard this: "Brother, it's Shunzi!"

"Straight?" Feng Xiuhu sneered, "I still have a king bomb."

Shunzi was confused: "Which one is the king bomb?"

Feng Xiuhu didn't know either: "If you ask me, who should I ask?"

Shunzi turned around and shouted to everyone, "Who knows someone called Wang Zha?"

Everyone looked at each other and said they didn't know him.

"Brother, no such thing...huh?"

Shunzi turned around and found that Feng Xiuhu had walked away again.

He quickly caught up with him: "Brother, where are we going?"

Feng Xiuhu was also confused: "Brother, who are you?"

Shunzi was completely anxious now: "Brother, I'm Shunzi! How could you not recognize me?"

Feng Xiuhu sighed, "Shunzi, forget about you. I don't even recognize myself right now. If anyone comes and says they're my brother, how can I tell them apart?"

Shunzi scratched his head and cheeks, his face gradually reddening: "Brother, you really have to believe me, we are brothers closer than blood brothers."

Feng Xiuhu became increasingly suspicious that he was after his money. "Words are not enough. How can you prove it? I have a very accurate intuition. Don't try to fool me."

Shunzi ripped off his pants and pointed at the scar on his buttocks. "Back then, when Laizi Li was fighting with us, he used a dirty trick on me. It was you who pushed me away. Otherwise, that knife would have ripped my intestines out."

He pointed at Feng Xiuhu's crotch and said, "If you don't believe me, feel it. The remaining half of the scar is on your butt. Take off your pants and put it against mine. I guarantee it will connect!"

Feng Xiuhu was skeptical. He reached down and touched it, and his face suddenly changed.

Oh no, it really does happen.

His expression was uncertain. After pondering for a while, he opened the box without saying a word, took out a handful of silver dollars and stuffed them into Shunzi's hands: "Good brother, take it. From now on, whenever I eat a bite of meat, I will definitely get your half."

Tears as big as beans suddenly flowed from Shunzi's big eyes. He hugged Feng Xiuhu and cried loudly: "Brother, you scared me to death! I thought you didn't want me anymore!"

Feng Xiuhu pulled Shunzi to sit down on the curb, and the brothers behind him sat in a long row.

"Brother, don't cry yet. I'm new here and I have a lot to ask you."

Shunzi wiped his nose and tears, patted his chest and said, "Brother, just ask me. As long as it's in the book, I guarantee I won't be able to answer any of them."

Feng Xiuhu took a deep breath and looked Shunzi up and down again - he felt that what he said made sense.

"Then let's ask something that's not in the books." Feng Xiuhu pondered for a moment. "Let's start with the simple ones. What's your name?"

"Feng Dashun!" Shunzi held his head high and chest out. "I was born by a mother but raised by a father, so I took your last name, big brother."

"it is good."

Feng Xiuhu nodded: "The next question will be difficult, you should prepare yourself."

Shunzi's expression became serious and he held his breath.

Feng Xiuhu stared into Shunzi's eyes and asked word by word, "What's my name?"

"Feng Xiaohu!"

Shunzi shouted out subconsciously, but he felt something was wrong and scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at what you are saying."

The driver sitting on the other side of Feng Xiuhu pointed and talked.

Another driver echoed: "That's right, who doesn't know his own name?"

More drivers responded.

"Isn't this sick?"

"Oh, yes. I saw him come out of the mental hospital with my own eyes."

"Wow, you're really sick."

"The name sounds sick."

"Can the illness be revealed from the name?"

"Look, the character 'tiger' has eight strokes, and the character 'disease' has ten. The difference is only two strokes. If you round it up, doesn't that mean 'disease'?"

"That's quite fresh."

The drivers kept complaining, and Feng Xiuhu jumped up in anger: "Who called me Erbi?!"

The drivers pointed at him one after another: "Hey, hey, you're in a hurry!"

(End of this chapter)