Chapter 2: Everything in the world is unbearable, but there is no basis except for the word

There was a knock on the door, and it was time to go to court.

There were not many people in the spacious and solemn courtroom, there were three judges in a row above, and some auxiliary administrative staff on both sides, except for Zhuo Junyi in the defendant's seat, the few gangsters and lawyers in the plaintiff's seat, there was no one below. Now that communication is so advanced, and there are endless concerns in society, who would be so bored to come here. However, despite this, Zhuo Junyi's case still caused some sensation a few days ago, after all, such a bad case is still rare in several years. But the focus of public opinion it occupied was only one day, and before the official verdict was announced, it had faded out of the public's field of vision, and no one would really care about such a thing that had nothing to do with them.

Looking at the few big words of "XX City Intermediate People's Court" in front of him, Zhuo Jun was in a trance for a while, but his mood was surprisingly calm.

"It's what I deserve and it's my choice. "The trial process was very smooth, all the evidence was conclusive, Zhuo Junyi confessed, but he just performed some procedures, just waiting for the final verdict.

As the sun set, the last faint light through the dilapidated window faded, and Zhuo Junyi slowly approached the two plastic buckets, one of which was empty, and the other actually had a small half bucket of gasoline that had been in place for an unknown amount of time. There was nothing gasoline alone, but there was a pile of broken wood chips and a tattered sofa next to it. Coincidentally, the two yellow-haired were both smoking, each had a lighter, and the room was so cramped - only one door and two high windows.

So, things get very simple. Zhuo Jun dragged a yellow hair onto the sofa and let him lie there, looking like he was asleep. The other dragged him to the place where he was lying and covered him with his own clothes, which was already bloody anyway, and it was difficult to see anything unusual if he didn't get closer; then, he moved the position of the sofa a little further forward so that the fire could grow faster; threw the broken pieces of wood a little more scattered, and the planks on which the two yellow hairs had been sitting were moved to the door, and the gasoline was scattered separately; under the window, Zhuo Jun calculated the position, put a wooden plank, sprinkled some gasoline, and the lighter thrown in from the window could accurately fall on the wooden board with gasoline。

In this way, Zhuo Junyi hid outside and watched Brother Qiang and them walk in, then locked the door from the outside with the chain found in advance, and threw a lighter with flames through the window. This crime happened in such a way that it was extremely real.

Feeling the fire in the house and listening to the screams inside, Zhuo Jun pursed his lips, let out a dry laugh boredly, then lit a cigarette, and bought a can of beer with a few dollars from a yellow hair, and then took a taxi to the police station.

"Master, I really don't have any money on me, why don't I make it up for you next time?" Zhuo Junyi was beaten all over the place, his clothes were in tatters, where was there any money, the can of beer in his hand was already a great favor to Zhuo Junyi before the yellow hair died.

"What kind of taxi are you taking without money? Bully, tell you that I know this area very well, I know several people in the police station, don't make yourself unhappy, hurry up." "The taxi driver's temper was very short-tempered, and the blood stains on Zhuo Jun's body stained his car.

"Master, I just killed seven or eight people, you see I'm bloody, I came to the police station to turn myself in. If you really want money, come inside with me, and I'll ask the kind police inside to pay for me, how about it?" Zhuo Jun fiddled with his bloodstained tattered shirt, exposing a large ball of blood that was originally hidden.

"Big brother, don't delay you to turn yourself in, the fare is considered to be my invitation, I invite ......" The aggressive driver just now immediately nodded his head, got into the car and lit the fire and disappeared.

"Haha......" Zhuo Jun laughed inexplicably as he watched the taxi go away with the dust and smoke. Maybe it's not funny, but if he doesn't laugh now, does he cry? He just tries to find a small laugh and laugh as much as he can.

However, the next shot that followed made him remember clearly until he died: when the policeman on duty listened to his narration, he had a shocked and incredulous expression. Looking at Zhuo Junyi's gaze, it was like looking at a monster: You have killed so many people at one time, and such a vicious gangster actually didn't run away?

In fact, only three people were killed in that fire. Although the two windows are small, it is not difficult to climb out of a few young and strong people, but it is a pity that the one named Brother Qiang is huge, and he must not be able to climb out.

Zhuo Junyi was thinking nonsense on one side, and the judge on the other side had already begun to pronounce the verdict:

"After deliberation by the collegial panel, it is found that the facts of this case are clear and the evidence is sufficient after court investigation and court debate. On October X, 2108, the party Zhuo Junyi set fire to death in the No. X warehouse of XX Factory, after premeditation......... It is of a heinous nature, and has been unanimously found by the court of this court...... Convicted of intentional injury and intentional homicide...... He was sentenced to death and sentenced to death for two days. ”

The bailiff next to him pushed Zhuo Jun: Oh, it turned out to be over. Zhuo Junyi was about to turn around and leave, but the presiding judge in the middle motioned to Zhuo Junyi to wait for a while:

"I have some personal questions I want to ask you, I won't record them, do you mind?"

It was the first time that Zhuo Junyi carefully looked at the judge in front of him: he was in his fifties, he looked righteous and serious, and he seemed to be an elder worthy of respect. Zhuo Jun raised his hands that were cuffed together and shook them, which means, you ask.

"I've been doing this job for nearly thirty years, and I've encountered all kinds of criminals, like you, not for nothing before. We already know the cause and effect of this incident, and we have also found the girl and done relevant investigations. So, I want to ask you: At that time, did you think about other ways to solve the problem? Why did you have to resort to such an extreme method? You were brave enough to do what was right, but now you are taking your young life, and you are only twenty-six years old this year. ”

"Well, this question is actually very simple, I think it is mainly due to some differences in thinking. Zhuo Jun turned his head, he hadn't thought about such a question at all, more precisely, he had refused to think about it for the past few days: he didn't want to know what was going on and what the reason for all this was happening.

Do you regret it? I don't think I regret it. Is it a pity? That could be a real pity. But that's his choice, and it's already happening.

"Can you tell me what the difference is?" the judge then asked.

"The law is only a supplement to the imperfections of human nature, not a necessity.

The law is a constraint on the general society, made by many people, but it does not mean that it is absolute, and there are always exceptions to everything. Personally, I have a lot of respect for the law...... Well, that kind of rule. If I violate it, I am willing to accept sanctions, I am willing to bear any consequences, and I will never complain, because I live within this framework, I am protected by this framework, and I enjoy some of the benefits of this framework. But I don't want to be bound by the law — to be bound by the law, to have some personal value, right?"

"What you're doing represents your value, is it something you're pursuing in life?

"Of course – no. I'm not a child, and I'm not a psychopath, how could I agree with such naïve values. Actually, something happened earlier that day that caused me to not be in a good mood, and then I felt that something touched my ...... , I just had some inexplicable feelings, and suddenly I thought about it a lot. Actually, it's really inexplicable to do such a thing. However, it doesn't matter, it's like getting up tomorrow morning to eat steamed buns or steamed buns, doing this or not doing it, there is not much difference, right?" Zhuo Junyi was indifferent and scoundrel.

"You can't use the analogy of eating steamed buns or eating steamed buns, the nature is different. If all eight people in the house were burned to death at that time, how would you feel at this moment?" The judge felt that he really couldn't understand Zhuo Junyi's attitude towards this matter.

"Death is death, every second in this world is dying, every second there will be new life born, so infinite loop, this world is a big perfection with small flaws. I think we should all look forward and focus on the good things that may come in the future, and not on this little thing, and on me, a little person who is about to die. I don't think it matters. ”

"What do you think is important?"

"Like, nothing matters. Zhuo Jun spread his hands, and the silver-white handcuffs made a soft "jingle" sound. Zhuo Junyi's rogue and senseless attitude completely angered the judge:

"Are you flouting the law and despying this judge?"

"Of course, of course not, I definitely didn't mean that, and personally, I have a lot of respect for you. Well, in other words, yes...... Yes, I'm actually flouting this—the court. The smile on the corner of Zhuo Jun's mouth was wanton and arrogant.

Zhuo Junyi's last conversation before his death ended unhappily. Of course, no one will come to see Zhuo Junyi off, this is of course the last conversation.

"It's all nonsense. Do you still plan to preach to a dying person like me?" In fact, Zhuo Junyi certainly understood in his heart that as a "half-old man" in his fifties and sixties who was accustomed to seeing this kind of scene, the judge had absolutely no preachy meaning at the moment, let alone any sympathy, anger, pity, hatred and other emotions.

The reason why he asked this question was more out of curiosity about human nature, right?

It's just that there is such a thing as human nature, who can say clearly?

Of course, those gangsters also committed crimes, and as for what the court would say in another trial, Zhuo Jun was not interested in it, and he didn't want to know.

At this moment, Zhuo Jun was able to apologize to the judge in his heart: It's not that I don't want to have a pleasant conversation, but this conversation itself has no pleasure at all—meaningless.

I thought that the next two days would be extremely leisurely, but I didn't expect someone to come to Zhuo Junyi on the first day. Zhuo Jun looked at the document in his hand, and could only smile bitterly: what is the gist of the document After Zhuo Junyi dies, he can also contribute to the cause of mankind, of course, the premise is that Zhuo Jun must sign this document before his death.

This word, of course, has to be signed. After all, he did good deeds, not to mention that Zhuo Jun didn't care in the first place. Even if someone told him at this moment that his body would be fed to the dogs after his death, Zhuo Jun probably didn't react at all.

So, on the first day, Zhuo Junyi took this document and played with it for a day, until the document was completely crumpled and his appearance was completely ruined. Despite this, Zhuo Junyi didn't look at the content of the document, but just glanced at it a few times and glimpsed a few words, what kind of experiments and the like.

I'm going to die, why do you want to see it?

The next day, Zhuo Jun began to practice calligraphy early in the morning. I originally wanted to write down the last three words in my life, and I had to write a dragon flying and phoenix dancing at the worst, and the dragon and phoenix were auspicious. It's a pity that in the end, he can only barely count as a dragon giving birth to nine sons, which is very different.

Because it was the last three words in this life, Zhuo Junyi was very excited, and his hand holding the pen trembled slightly: the first few strokes were not written, the layout was not completed, and there was no need to say anything later.

"An incomplete life is a real life. Zhuo Jun comforted himself like this, and then walked to the small, pure white room that seemed to be like a dreamy paradise at twelve o'clock in the morning.

Tilting his head and glancing at the colorless transparent liquid in the injection tube, Zhuo Jun thought:

"What's it, so powerful? I don't know what it's like? It's hard to die once, but it can't be too fast. ”

In fact, it was very fast, so fast that Zhuo Junyi didn't have time to react, he only felt the needle piercing into the artery of his arm, and then his whole body couldn't help but tense up, and then he was in a trance, and he was completely dead.

If Zhuo Junyi was still conscious at this moment, he would definitely say:

"The current death penalty is so boring. ”