The night was long, and this night seemed so long.

The streetlights are yellowish, carefully eroding the roadside, but only a little light.

Yuan Changwen sat in the escort car, surrounded by two heavily armed policemen, as if this was a mandatory rule, and there must be more than two heavily armed personnel.

Yuan Changwen didn't care, his mind was full of hatred.

I thought that I had seen through the so-called "self" and that it was just around the corner to get rid of the pull of emotions.

But the truth slapped him hard, much louder than the doctor's slap.

The definition of self-weaving is stronger than Yuan Changwen imagined.

The small and delicate "money" building seems to be just an inconspicuous small building in the desert.

When Yuan Changwen kicked over, he found that the building was bottomless.

The small and delicate part that was exposed was only one thousandth of the entire building.

Buried beneath the desert, there is no end at all.

Yuan Changwen was very skeptical that the entire desert was all under this building called "Money".

It's really funny!

I am also proud, I don't care about money, the most important thing is to be happy in life, don't be a slave to money.

But in fact, the building called "Money" is far beyond imagination.

Even, Yuan Changwen himself was resigned, can he kill him?

Money and security, this topic can never be discussed.

Although Yuan Changwen knew that these were self-woven definitions, he never expected that the doctor's words would cause such a big reaction.

Whether it's good or not, now that you see it, let's deal with it slowly.

Looking at the bottomless darkness that seemed to occupy the entire underground of the desert, Yuan Changwen once again found that he had been deceived by the demon again.

How can I kill it?

Is it okay to just be nailed to "I exist"?

Yuan Changwen was a little helpless, and a little hesitant, he didn't know what to do, if there was a mentor to teach him how to kill, how good it would be!

I thought it was over, but I was secretly proud, and I just had to wait for time. Originally, I also found a way to watch the fire from the other side, but when the fire burned out, there was naturally only the desert left.

But the doctor's words immediately plunged him into fear.

And what is watching the fire from the other side, when he reacts and does not fall into fear, that fear only leaves a little tail for people to taste.

For more than 20 years, he has been adjusting and readjusting his emotions, either venting or appeasing, or igniting fighting spirit.

But never, tasted carefully.

It's like tasting a good cup of tea, and you can experience it with your heart.

In the final analysis, it was Yuan Changwen who was not vigilant enough. If you are sensitive enough, when that fear hits, you can nail yourself to "I exist" and watch the fire from the other side to savor it.

I just don't understand why there is such a huge building for money, which is even more exaggerated than family affection.

Who gave this to me?

And how was it established?

Yuan Changwen was angry again, once he was pulled by emotions wantonly, and depending on the situation, he would be pulled by the same fear of money several times.

I have been carrying such a heavy money concept for so many years?

I really convinced myself, and I am still alive!

Didn't anyone find out?

Carrying a lot of things that don't belong to you at all, aren't you all tired?

Or do you not care at all?

Or, if you want to win with weight, you don't want an easy life?

I saw the huge building, and I knew it was my grip on money.

But how to kill it?

Without money, there is no sense of security. Fear is always with you, and even just thinking about walking down the street with nothing can be suffocating.

The point is, these are not me, they are nothing more than self-woven definitions.

Could it be that he is tied up like this, so burdened with an inexplicable definition, and lives a lifetime?

Bullshit!

Yuan Changwen suddenly bit on his wrist.

The speed of the action and the suddenness of the incident startled the two heavily armed policemen.

The one on the right, who almost dropped his gun on the ground.

Yuan Changwen let go of his mouth, his wrist had been bitten by himself, and blood was gushing out.

"What are you doing!"

"Nothing. ”

Yuan Changwen understated it, but the blood stains between the teeth were a little seeping.

What is pain? What is blood?

It's the despair to be kidnapped by self-woven definitions!

Yuan Changwen found that he had lived in that quiet despair before. Struggling against anxiety and irritability is almost all there is to life.

Between husband and wife, there is no sweetness when they are in love, and what is even more terrifying is that they are accustomed to this state of frequent quarrels.

Oh, my God!

Is this still me?

Isn't it ridiculous if that's life?

There is also happiness, Yuan Changwen wondered if he could no longer understand the meaning of happiness, and actually obtained happiness through comparison.

Others are not as good as themselves, so when you are with them, you have a sense of happiness.

Looking at those refugees, those skinny children, I suddenly felt happy.

Listening to the sad stories of those rich people, you will also feel happy at the moment.

When did the definition of happiness become the success of comparison?

It's funny!

I thought it was over, I thought that the desert of Nuoda had surrendered to my feet, and I thought that I just had to sit and wait for time.

Big joke.

Thanks to the doctor, if it weren't for him, he wouldn't have seen these things at all, let alone discovered the "money" buildings that occupy almost the entire desert underground.

I won't kill you, I'm willing to die!

And before, I shouted for the doctor to continue to stimulate myself, but I didn't realize that the emotion at that time was what needed to be killed.

It's a pity that by the time I reacted, my emotions had long been gone.

He was like a stupid child, shouting to kill emotions, but when emotions really appeared, he threw away his weapon and sat on the ground crying.

When it comes to money, I am still calculating, and I am still thinking about finding a stable solution.

You don't have to affect your savings, you can also kill your obsession with money.

Amusing!

What can be calculated?

Once calculated, it means that you like it, it means that you agree, how can you kill it?

Lao Tzu not only wants to watch the fire, but also sets the fire himself!

"Yuan Changwen, Lao Tzu and you are incompatible!"

The two catchers quickly looked at each other, and then said, "Who are you going to stand up to?"

Yuan Changwen. ”

"That, aren't you Yuan Changwen?"

Yuan Changwen glanced at the two of them and didn't speak.

It's hard to ask, after all, according to the norm, they are not allowed to speak.

I'm Yuan Changwen?

Yes, for them, the only person they can see is "Yuan Changwen".

His thoughts, his patterns of behavior, his speaking skills, his body.

But none of this is me.

In this way, when you look at others, you can only see those things that do not belong to you.

In other words, when I was dealing with people before, it was the two "selves" who hid each other?

Yuan Changwen felt disgusted when he thought about it, and once again ignited the anger in his heart, he had to kill these "egos".

Otherwise, there will never be a day of peace in the days to come.

I'm not going to swear and I'm not going to say any more grandiose words, it's just encouragement to cheer myself up and fear that I'll give up halfway through.

The hatred of killing the father, the hatred of exterminating the clan, these hatreds, who needs to cheer up every day?!

I'll kill you with my own hands!

Yuan Changwen stood on the desert, looking at the endless buildings, remembering that he was pulled by emotions like a puppet, and the flames of anger covered his whole body like a Super Saiyan.

Hum!

We'll see!

Yuan Changwen knew that what was hidden was not only money, but also others.

However, it doesn't matter, they have to be killed anyway, and the order doesn't matter.

As for hiding, Lao Tzu is ready to destroy the entire desert and hide it casually.

There is also anger in his heart, Yuan Changwen also thought that this is also an emotion that needs to be killed.

It can be killed, but only after the "self" has been cleaned up.

Let me use this blade of anger to slash out the self-woven definitions one by one!

…………

…………

Soon, after an examination by a designated hospital and the identification of an authoritative physician, Yuan Changwen was diagnosed with mental illness.

Call Skynet, and the facts of the case are clear at a glance.

Yuan Changwen was convicted of excessive defense, but not sentenced in view of the fact that he was mentally ill.

But it is necessary to be treated in a psychiatric hospital.

As a result, Yuan Changwen was transferred to a psychiatric hospital.