Episode 71, timeline change rate: 3.141592652....

I am in captivity and intending to murder my mother!

Of course, there is nothing about it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In fact, there really is nothing like this, in this world, this is not something that has not happened, or even something that can happen every day, and if it happens, it will be called "ah" There is really such a thing, after all, reality is a monster.

Reality is a monster, a ferocious, berserk, tough monster. Anyone who can fight that reality is a brave man. Of course, the vast majority of people are miscellaneous soldiers who succumb to monsters.

But I imprisoned and planned to murder my mother! and most importantly, I made it known to the world. Through the Internet, by telephone, by newspaper..... I even borrowed a transmitter to send such a message out of the planet.

So, a date suddenly appeared in front of me, November 9th. It's really a special day for me because, tomorrow is my birthday and the day after tomorrow is my holiday.

"Bang, bang. "The rhythmic knocking on the door brought me back to reality from standing in front of the calendar and thinking deeply. I have today's negotiator, and I know that this day will come sooner or later. So, I clearly understand the reason why this day has come.

"Twilight-san?" a crisp girl's voice sounded like the alarm clock of an alarm clock. It's 6 o'clock. Although it was early in the morning, most of us must have already started a new journey. That's right, the vast majority of people, even though they know they have a busy day to go, have to make breakfast for their early children. Brew a cup of caffeine-filled and strong, restless coffee, use the sugary flavor to stimulate your depleted taste buds, and then scan your email on your computer to start your 10-hour day.

Cholesterol and fat begin to accumulate meaninglessly, and the headache of blood sugar will surely get a complete spike in the near future.

But, at such a busy time, I dragged my groggy mind to the door, and heard the question as it is now. At the end of the day, I'm a criminal, a criminal, someone who is denounced or admonished as right... However, this does not mean that my senses are happy to accept visitors coming to my door at this point in time.

I haven't woken up yet, my mind hasn't cleared yet, every cell in my body is wailing. I have to admit that staying up late can be a very difficult thing for humans of any age.

"Excuse me, is it Twilight's fellow scholar?" the voice outside the door asked again, clearly again.

"Hmm.... Yes.... Ahh I am a company employee and am engaged in the financial business. It's a thing I don't even want to bring up, if I can. In the years since I graduated from college, I can assert that I haven't done anything of any real sense. All the preparations for becoming a useful social talent have passed me by. Because of his wife, he was entangled in the isolation of the opposite sex, the abandonment of his studies, and his weak body, which made people avoid it.

This responsibility must be pursued to the end, but who is responsible?

There is no need to think about it, this kind of time always reminds me of the days of junior high school.

My junior high school was a memorable past, and I lived a monotonous and monotonous life in order to go on to higher education, which can almost be described as a saint's bitter meditation.

"Sure enough, it scared the hell out of me. There was no response, so I thought I was in the wrong place. Judging from the tone of the voice outside the door that seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, this was really a thing to be thankful for, and even I breathed a sigh of relief. However, that doesn't mean I'm going to agree with the people who came to me at such an early point in time.

"Ah, sorry for coming to you so early. "I can't see it, but I seem to be able to make up for the look of the girl who said this sentence sticking out her tongue and saying sorry through the door. I wanted to say something like "You know" to her. However, because the brain vaguely recalls something, the rational decision is to choose silence.

"Really, I don't speak again, it's me who pulls. Wen Gelan. "At this time, before I prepare any lines to narrate, let me first narrate them in the form of a handwritten note. This notebook is the same product of the essay, and the first protagonist is me, Yi Weiyan, a salesman in the ordinary financial industry, a salesman in the ordinary financial industry, a salesman in the ordinary financial industry, and a salesman in the ordinary financial industry. Allow me to say it four times, because it's too easy for a profession.

And the second protagonist is the girl outside the door - Wen Gelan. My junior high school classmates and high school classmates were also the leaders who led me into the financial industry. Thanks to it, the life I have planned to build in the past 100 years has been successfully wasted by a third. Wen Gelan, a singer with a delicate face, a fairly well-proportioned figure, and a mesmerizing singing voice, is the current singer. My high school classmate is also a junior high school classmate. Just talking about the appearance without makeup is already an explosive existence.

However, if she was in junior high school, she was as weak as a music idiot in terms of singing.

Speaking of junior high school, I have to mention that the high school I attended was a private high school affiliated with No. 95 High School. The school was first founded by a group of returnees and was established shortly after the founding of the country. After the darkest 10 years of cultural turmoil in the history of our dynasty, it is still standing. In the years after the resumption of the college entrance examination, regardless of age. Sent out several successive classes of college students. It is known for its high starting point, high training and high quality. And these three points are also known as the biggest selling points of 95 universities. In the years after the steady stabilization of 95 colleges and universities, in response to the policy and call, the existence of the affiliated middle school, that is, the junior high school, was established.

Integration, systematization, and test-taking are the biggest selling points of 95 Affiliated Middle School. The aim is to be completely prepared for exams in terms of study, and to be completely socially oriented in daily life.

Integrated, the 95th High School is a fully enclosed school with a microcosm of society.

Systematically, the 95th High School has complete rules of the game and an operating system that is independent of society.

The 95th High School Affiliated High School is different from ordinary junior high schools, and all cultural subjects are all test-oriented education, and there is no other common sense education. Because common-sense education is all included in daily life.

"Ah, long time no see. "It's been a long time, though it's just a phrase I use to sigh. But with touring performances all over the country and even around the world, it is not too much to describe her as out of reach in terms of her schedule. However, it is very difficult for such a popular singer to come to my door at such an early time. Although I felt that there was good reason to question the matter, I wisely chose to keep my mouth shut.

"yes, it's been a long time. The voice outside the door sounded tired and exclaiming, we hadn't seen each other for a long time. It's just that it's not so much that you don't see it, but that you can't see it, or it's hard to see it. Being an idol naturally has a lot of inconveniences, even if it's just with an ordinary practitioner like me, if you are captured, there will be a lot of strange rumors. It's just an ordinary friend meeting, but they have to be watched tightly with an expression like watching a monkey show, and all kinds of thoughts with different repercussions flow out of those pupils.

"It's a notice all day long, and Wen'er, you can't do this, you can't do that, it's the same as our junior high school teachers back then, it's so boring. "She was not famous in junior high school, and she was not a popular singer. Even now, the private No. 95 High School is still a fully enclosed school, and if it is not for the sunlight of the same sun as the outside world, it can even easily give people the feeling of passing through.

Isolation means loneliness, and humans are a race that is good at creating loneliness, I thought at the time. Whether it's an ordinary secondary school, or our secondary school. Whether in or out of class, it seems that many people can always see frequent exchanges. Rather than communicating, it is better to simply describe it in the vernacular - that is, there are always people whispering in class. If you take this kind of noise as onomatopoeia, it sounds like a small animal "chirping" from a distance.

At this time, I would hear various versions of "Don't speak" coming out of the mouth of the teacher standing on the podium. However, since the creation of language, communication has become the greatest need of human beings. Although I don't know why there is no talk about this crime in the Seven Deadly Sins. However, for the teacher, the classmate who spoke was guilty.

It's just that, as a teacher, the solution to things doesn't have to be judgment. In the classroom, as an adult, the teacher who can exercise various rights over minors can be said to be the ultimate boss-like existence, sitting on the brilliance of justice and the image of greatness. So, in the face of strong teachers, the students are usually united, and so are our classes.

However, the kind of unity, which is false and vulnerable, and even has the initiative to break up, is not worth mentioning in front of teachers. Teachers have the means to play with students in a human, immoral way.

In life, the future is dark for a moment, and we must grasp the benefits we want in this bottomless darkness. Even if they are just ignorant junior high school students, their instinct to be selfish and self-serving will motivate them to act.

Teachers are great and glorious. Its students should also be above board. So, the teacher at that time stood on the podium and said to us.

"Recently, I've been hearing people talking in class, and many of my classmates have given me feedback. This problem is serious, not only affecting teachers' classes, but also polluting the learning environment. ”

Hearing the teacher's words, the classroom at that time fell into a lot of discussions. Students are more interested in catching who is responding to the teacher than who is speaking. However, this is exactly what the teacher is happy to see, because only then can the teacher throw a brutal stunt.

"I believe in you, so the teacher decided to judge each other, pick the person who likes to talk the most, and let me know the results after school. ”

This was the beginning of the Asura Hell.

The class is in chaos, and no one wants to be the one who loves to talk the most.

In that moment, the class was filled with humanity darker than the Senate session. In the middle school stage, which has just gotten rid of the lack of assertiveness, in this stage where both teachers and parents still have supreme sovereignty. For students, the fear of criticism unleashes their human instincts.

A group of students are like turning on some switch, abusive, disgusted, and prevaricated. The students used their own actions to tell the way of writing the characters. One thing can be confirmed, the writing of the characters in the vast and profound culture of the Celestial Empire is too quintessential. The so-called people, there is always one in the front and the other behind, and the latter is a victim after all. Unlike the students, the teacher stood proudly on the podium with the corners of his mouth cocked. After this confusion, the division among the students has become even more severe. And those goals that give teachers a headache also allow teachers to pull out their hands to "educate".

Individuals who were previously protected by the student body will fall victim to maintaining unity among students. Usually, this kind of person has a distinct endorsement - poor student.

The results were announced, and several famous "thorns" in the class were honorably the ones who loved to talk the most. And among them is me, in the final analysis, thanks to Wen Gelan and others, don't say that I love to talk the most, I was a lonely soldier in junior high school, because of the scarcity of friends, how can there be classmates who can chat in class. Because I have a childhood sweetheart with a perfect family background and a good look, I have always been excluded from the circle of boys. From the moment I laid the lonely height, I never squeezed in again.

And the girl is jealous of her childhood sweetheart's learning ability and women's power.,The challenge will only be self-inflicted.,Its anger was perfectly vented on me.。 When I was in junior high school, I took great pains to "keep" my childhood sweetheart, and my studies have long been abandoned. Unable to bring the expected benefits to the teacher through further education, and not attending the cram school run by the teacher. In this way, the existence of a thorn in the flesh has become the most talkative person in the class. However, under the anger of my childhood sweetheart, I had to pull out a few people who really love to talk.

The teacher is angry, and the talker is angry.

As a teacher, I have to be a talker. For people who love to talk, for ordinary students, they should be sacrificed for the sake of collective poor students, this is the law of the rotten and unsightly campus kingdom. But in terms of results, the teachers are happy and the students are satisfied. Killing chickens and monkeys sacrificed me and a few others. It didn't touch the interests of ordinary students, and at the same time perfectly knocked me and others. In the class, although it was a promotion class, there were almost only a few people in the class who wrote homework, and only the group leader who was proud of being assigned by the teacher to check the homework checked the homework of a few people.

It is thanks to him that I have been given the perfect worship of the profession of a teacher. Wantonly playing with students, while still being able to flaunt their righteous image, is simply a fascinating profession. I don't know why, but I seem to think that I should be a teacher.

"That teacher!" I replied, thinking about it so much.

"Hey, let me in. You still owe me 30 meal vouchers. And Wen Gelan's dissatisfied voice came from outside the door. However, I can't open the door, and now I'm in a state of basic safety, and I don't even know what I really mean. As a criminal, I have a minimum work ethic. At the same time, I am saddened by the official holders of violence who are watching me. Even I, the criminal, didn't want to wake up at this point, but they had to keep an undivided eye on me. Maybe they're going for soup.

Meal coupons, because it is a fully closed school, all the goods in the school, food and tuition fees are consumed by the meal coupons recharged with a card as currency. That's when I became a clerk in the financial industry. There are several top-up points for meal tickets in the school, but the most special one is the one located in the cafeteria. It was a small cubicle. A wooden table covered with a white cloth was placed in the room, and an elderly male teacher sat at the table. On the edge of the table hang a number of New Year pictures with Chinese characters of unknown meaning. What looked like a small lamp glowed orange and shone on his face, a shriveled, pale and bloodless zombie-like face. It's full of weird and terrifying atmosphere. This is a youkai that licks its tongue and waits for an opportunity to devour the souls of students.

"Do you want to top up?" asked the old man all the time. I didn't answer. Because the old man had already continued before me.

"It doesn't look like the denomination you're going to top up is huge. The old man smiled and gently picked up the card I had handed over.

"From the look on your face now, it seems that you are very unhappy with the status quo. Today's environment isn't for you. You can't play your talents, and vulgar people will crowd you out. "It's like a fortune-telling half-fairy," the old man nagged. However, I don't believe this, and I can probably see it from my depressed expression.

"Okay, charge 50 get 20 free. The old man looked at me with a kind of ** look, and then smiled miserably. At that moment, I didn't realize what a huge incident I was involved in. The recharge point in the cafeteria is the oldest in junior high school, but there is nothing wrong with seniority or history. However, the most popular top-up point in the school is at the convenience store. It's like the current Celestial Empire, who swears to eat the city K where we are located, in a vain attempt to fill in the Z city where he has no history and becomes a municipality directly under the central government.

The recharge points of convenience stores want to squeeze on several other recharge points and attract students to recharge through product promotions. Therefore, in order to protect themselves, the recharge point of the cafeteria began a vigorous recharge and delivery activity like the membership system of some -bar. The original meal coupons, which were the general equivalent of the school, depreciated, inflation spread rapidly in the school, and in order to survive, the highly autonomous student union had to control it..... And the final result is that I owe Wen Gelan 30 meal coupons.

"Hey, how long are you going to keep us standing outside the door. "A familiar voice sounded outside the door, and even if I didn't tell it through the voiceprints, I could clearly tell who it was. Xiang Wenxuan arrived. Although I was helpless, I was ready to open this reinforced security door. I am a clerk in the financial industry, and as a practitioner in the financial industry, it is only natural that I owe money to pay my debts. What's more, it is a debt of favor that needs to be repaid.

I gently opened the door, and the first thing I saw was the polite Xiang Wenxuan, although he was wearing a straight suit, but the golden headphones hanging around his neck perfectly interpreted the style of a musician. Wen Gelan, who was wearing huge sunglasses and a mask, sneakily pulled Xiang Wenxuan and walked towards my house.

However, I had to raise my hands helplessly, although there were indeed explosives buried in the house, but in the end it was no different from a papier-mâché tiger. I don't mean to resent Wen Gelan, after all, although I am a criminal who imprisoned and intended to murder my own mother, I don't really want to do it, I have a reason why I have to do it. Moreover, judging from Wen Gelan's performance, she didn't know.

"Can I ask a question. I said.

"Yes. I don't know why, I think the two of them said in unison again.

"You know who I am. ”

"Good guy, follower. As if he understood the meaning of my question, Wen Gelan replied without thinking, as expected.

"Mortals, criminals, stupid ....." This was an answer beyond my imagination, and Wen Xuan saw through all my purposes. So, I regret it, and if I knew that the answer was like this, I wouldn't have come out. Because there is one thing that I cannot bear. It was to let my good friend bear the infamy with me, and Xiang Wenxuan understood my original intention, and used his body to cover me and try to let me return safely. However, the moment I took a step back, I already realized that I could no longer control my body, and I saw Wen Gelan's stunned face stained with blood. It's something to regret.

If I could turn back time, I would never open this door, no matter who comes, I will not open this door, but there is only one thing that can be understood, there must be something wrong in my life, and when I look at my best friend, the first thing that comes to my mind is that something must have gone wrong in my college years.

After that, after I died, Xiang Wenxuan found my high school classmate Shu Fengxun, and it took 3 days to find the sniper and kill him to become a criminal. And after that, Xiang Wenxuan gathered all my classmates from my high school days, set off a storm, destroyed the world, and in order to save the world, the last brave man of mankind jumped in time.

Chapter 71, looking back on the times.