In the past six months, for Wang Bo, one of the things he thought about the most was how to end his ordinary, lonely life without pain and reunite with his mother who was already in heaven.

The first thing that comes to mind is naturally jumping off a building. It's a simple way to die, it costs almost nothing, just find a tall enough building, go up to the top, and then jump, and in a few seconds, you're all gone. In the community where Wang Bo lives, most of the buildings are more than 20 stories high, which is theoretically enough for him to burst into the brain at the moment he touches the bottom and jump to death!

But Wang Bo did not choose this way of jumping off the building. There are two reasons for this.

One of them is that he has a lot of fear of heights when he is young, and Wang Bo will subconsciously stay away from places that are more than three stories high. When she first bought the house, her wife originally wanted to buy a higher floor, saying that she could stand tall, see far, and have much less dust, and her wife meant that she would have a house above the fifteenth floor, but at Wang Bo's insistence, she finally compromised and bought an apartment on the sixth floor.

The truth is unpredictable, if he could have predicted that his life trajectory would go to the point where it is now, he would definitely agree with his wife's idea, and probably there would not be the current trouble.

Second, jumping off a building is certainly a simple way to die, but in the few seconds between jumping down and touching the ground, according to some unproven, and practically unverified, many timid people have actually been scared to death by the extreme act of jumping off the building itself before they fall to their deaths, so it is not actually a "person" who falls to death, but a "corpse". Wang Bo is not a timid man, otherwise he would not seek death, but if it is judged from this how bold he is, it is not necessarily. Since jumping off a building could face a terrible, even fatal fear, he no longer considered ending his life in this way.

Jumping off a building is not good, almost naturally, and he immediately thought of a second easy way to die, a kind of film and television will often show, that is, hanging.

Some people say that the hanged person will be very painful, will keep struggling, the trachea will rupture instantly, the cervical spine will also be broken, displaced, and then the urine and urine will overflow, the tongue, the eyeballs protrude, breathing stops, simply put, the parts of the body that can come out will come out.

Another way to say that there is no pain at all when you hang yourself. When the hanged person kicks off the bench under his feet, the neck rope will immediately amputate the vagus nerve in the neck under the action of body weight, causing reflex cardiac arrest. In other words, the moment a person kicks off the stool, he directly enters the door of death. As for struggles, shaking and other movements, they are just muscle reflexes and have nothing to do with pain.

Wang Bo spent a lot of time browsing a large number of posts on the Internet in response to hanging, and the two views of pain and no pain were almost evenly matched, and each could find a large number of reasons, and even cited some people who had near-death experiences after being rescued by people who attempted to hang themselves to support their views. The two completely different views on the same incident made Wang Bo very confused, and he didn't know who to believe.

Hanging yourself is an impossible way to die, which can cause great physical suffering. Then, Wang Bo thought of three ways to die: taking sleeping pills, cutting his wrists, and gas poisoning.

Eating sleeping is similar to hanging, some say that as long as the amount of medicine is enough, it is a matter of sleeping, and there is no pain, and some say that after taking too much sleeping pills, not only can not sleep, but will soon have stomach cramps, abdominal cramps, foaming at the mouth and other symptoms, at this time, the internal organs are like turning over the river and the sea, stomach pain, liver pain, stomach pain, all kinds of pain lined up in turn, and it is better to teach life than death. The tragic situation after death is also very terrible, miserable, many people are so painful that they can't stand it, so they can only stop the idea of continuing to die and call 120.

Another trouble with taking sleeping pills is that sleeping pills are prescription drugs, and you can't buy a large bottle at a time like in TV, and you can buy up to 20 tablets in a pharmacy. The minimum lethal dose of sleeping pills is said to be 800 pills! Not to mention the toss of 40 pharmacies to buy 800 pills, it is not a simple matter to swallow 800 pills alive into the stomach.

Wang Bo didn't want to do something undignified like picking up his mobile phone and calling 120 halfway through his death, let alone going through that round of pain, so he had to give up this beautiful way of dying.

As for cutting wrists, Wang Bo's long-standing concept has been to endure the pain of being stabbed, and after that, he waited patiently for a few minutes and slowly welcomed the arrival of death. Cutting your wrists shouldn't be painful, otherwise, the death of cutting your wrists won't be welcomed by many girls who are afraid of pain. On several occasions, Wang Bo held a Swiss Army knife and gestured at his wrist, intending to cut it. But death is not a simple matter after all, and Wang Bo also needs time to carefully examine the effectiveness of this method of death.

After checking it, he realized that he was still taking his thoughts too much for granted, ignoring that there is a clotting factor called platelets in the blood. There is no way to end one's life by bleeding from the wrist unless the bleeding effect of platelets is destroyed by keeping the broken hand in warm water. Therefore, if you want to die by cutting your wrists, it is best to have a bathtub at home, put a tank of warm water, cut your wrists, and then lie down in the water.

Unfortunately, the bathroom in Wang's two-bedroom apartment is not large, with only a shower installed and no bathtub. So cutting the veins didn't work for him.

Compared to comparison, it seems that the simplest and least painful thing is to put the gas all the way. It's just that after his death, the whole house, and even the entire floor, will become a powder keg that explodes in the event of a spark. Wang Bo just wanted to end his life, and he didn't want to ask someone to accompany him to the funeral, let alone be mad, so the simplest and most troublesome way to die was stillborn.

In addition to the above several ways of death that Wang Bo could think of, he searched on the Internet and found some other suicide methods, such as electrocution, jumping into the river and falling into the sea, lying on the rails, etc., but these deaths were not perfect, or not quite to his liking, some were too bloody, some required great perseverance, and some would be accompanied by inhuman pain, or bring possible harm to others.

And none of that was what he wanted.

Of course, he wants to die, and he is mentally prepared for death, but what he pursues is nothing more painful, preferably as natural as a death that can never get up after sleeping, nothing more.

There are many things in this world, as long as you want to, and are willing to put in persistent efforts for this, you can always find a corresponding solution in the end, and suicide is among them. After half a year of pondering and searching, Wang Bo finally found a way for himself to end his life without causing much pain to himself and without causing harm to others. Taking advantage of a trip to the supermarket to shop, Wang Bo went to a farmers' market near the supermarket to buy the corresponding tools.

At this point, he completed all the spiritual and material preparations to end his life. What is lacking is an opportunity to trigger a death signal, and like dominoes, someone needs to push the first domino.

After all the preparations were completed, Wang Bo did not immediately embark on the journey of death, and he lived a monotonous life day after day for another month.

On this day, there was a "ding" sound from the mobile phone, and a text message came in. Wang Bo picked up his mobile phone and saw that it was another CCB mortgage reminder message once a month. In the past few years, if there is anything that makes Wang Bo the most headache and panic, it must be CCB's dunning information. The monthly payment of 1,000 and 6, plus utilities, gas, mobile phones, transportation, property management, and other miscellaneous expenses, 2,000 per month is untouchable. It's actually not too high, if Wang Bo still has a serious job or his wife can share part of the expenses for this, but the death of his mother has brought an unexpected blow to Wang Bo's whole life, and the ensuing depression, insomnia, severe mental trance and a series of sequelae make him unable to work well, so he resigned, and he has no fixed income, barely relying on a little savings and odd jobs to support.

His wife also moved back to her parents' home shortly after Wang Bo's resignation, and the new house mortgaged by Wang Bo with all his savings since he went to work became a free vacation "hotel" for his wife to return once a week or even once a month. Since it is a hotel, it naturally does not need to bear any mortgage.

In this familiar and unfamiliar city, except for the nominal wife, Wang Bo has no relatives, and he also thought that he would simply sell the house and return to his hometown to develop if he couldn't get along, but this idea can only be thought about occasionally when he dreams back at midnight. The land in his hometown was occupied by the development zone a few years ago, and the demolition house promised by the government has not even touched the soil for so many years, and the stepfather has a new love less than a month after he fell his mother to death on a motorcycle, and he himself moved to the bride as a son-in-law.

The closest people are gone, the home is gone, and there is a way to be a thing or a person, but for Wang Bo, the hometown where he grew up is neither a thing nor a person.

He couldn't go back.

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Wang Bo logged in to Yue Bao and checked the balance inside, and there was still ¥1785 left. Fortunately, it is enough to pay this month's mortgage. So, he used Yu Yu Bao to transfer 1,600 to the mortgage card of CCB, and used the rest of the money to pay the water and electricity online. After paying all the fees, Cari finally had 9 yuan, 2 cents, and 3 cents.

Wang Bo's birthday is September 23.

What a coincidence!

"That's it, since this is the will of heaven!, then it's over!" Wang Bo sighed looking at the balance on the computer.

Closed the door, cleaned the house inside and out, tired and sweaty, so Wang Bo went to the bathroom to take the last bath in his life, this time he washed slowly, about an hour before and after. After that, I changed into a new set of pajamas that I had bought in advance.

I haven't bought new clothes for several years, so I have to wear a new dress before leaving!

After lighting the coal-like charcoal on a gas stove and putting it all into a steel basin, Wang Bo extinguished the open flame of Youlan oozing from the charcoal with a rag, and bursts of white smoke rose with it, but soon dissipated in the small study.

Wang Bo came to the bedside, about to get into bed, and suddenly thought that there was something he had forgotten, so he turned around and went to the bookshelf and took out a piece of A4 white paper that had been folded in half.

This is a suicide note, which he wrote very early, and without saying too much nonsense, he wrote the ownership of the house that belonged to him after his death: one-third to his wife, one-third to his stepfather, and one-third to relatives and friends who were busy at his mother's funeral.

However, according to his understanding of his wife's family, it is a question whether this suicide note will appear in front of his stepfather and relatives and friends, but now, it doesn't matter!

Placing the suicide note flat on the desk, Wang Bo walked to the side of the bed again, gently folded his clothes and lay down, closed his eyes, and whispered in his mouth:

Mom, don't worry, my son will come over to accompany you soon, and we will never be alone again in the future!

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