People tend to look down on those who are unsuccessful, and even those who fail repeatedly will one day be alienated from others. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info even if he is unyielding, even if he is stubborn.

Repeated defeats and repeated defeats, after all, are only literal differences, and in reality, what is the difference?

Spiritual things, ethereal. No matter how beautiful the attachment is, after a long time, it will become numb.

Fortunately, as a rule, no one is a perpetual loser. As long as you are willing to work hard and pay, success will come one day. Even if it's still the afterglow before the darkness, isn't it exciting?

That little excitement alone is far from enough to satisfy the parties.

So for people who often fail, every success is especially worth cherishing. Trying to keep it and solidify this glory through struggle, competition, and even all other means.

The cruelty of reality lies in the fact that when you think you know it, you suddenly wake up one day and find that you are still living in a dream.

All the hard work, all the talent, can't resist the fate of a gentle flick of the fingertips.

Of course, none of this matters, because no matter how desperate you are, you still have the last and last choice.

Burn everything, let it, let the rest of the life with a bleak future be as brilliant as possible.

S City, the place of singing and dancing, the most prosperous city in Country C, the Central Building, the top floor.

Ling Qi stood blankly on the edge of the rooftop, and one step forward was relief.

There is no shortage of people in the world who need to commit suicide, that is a group of losers, desperates, and even a group of cowards.

Ling Qi once despised such a person very much, as a man who always failed but did not give up easily, he felt that his love for life and his enthusiastic attitude towards life were worthy of the opportunity to be born.

Even when he was a student, he wrote a report paper on "Psychological Analysis of Suicidals" to satirize those incompetent and cowardly, because the theme fits the needs of public opinion to promote "truth, goodness and beauty" and combat "false, evil and ugly", and was even once hailed as a model of positive energy for a new generation.

Now?

The empathy of any bystander lacks the basis for personal experience. No amount of recognition is just sympathy and pity from the heart. Even if it is such a mood, how long can it last? A quarter of an hour?

It's not that your whole family is dead, how much pain can it be if it hurts?

It's not that you have been played badly, how desperate can you be?

Perhaps in the hearts of most people, the idea that a friend of the dead will not die and the poor will not die, and the destruction of the world will not be worth the health of a family, is true.

Is this wrong? Of course it's true, at least Ling Qi doesn't think so, hasn't he always been like this.

Selfishness? No, this is the reward for the great grace of life, this is the prudence of "life". Parents, wives and children, there are too many, and they are more cherished than those bullshit righteousness.

Who is more important, one person or the world, I don't know who that person is, and who can weigh it?

Ling Qi stared at the bright city under his feet, the lights were like stars, and his sad eyes gradually became indifferent.

He has never been a man who feels sorry for himself, and he is not the kind of guy who is so extreme that he completely loses his mind. But he did, did that crazy thing, destined to be spurned by the whole world!

Once, those classmates and teachers who discriminated against his identity, he could slap their faces with proud results.

Once, those colleagues who excluded him and suppressed him, he could rely on forbearance and scheming, spend several times the efforts and time of others, and then enjoy their servile faces after he succeeded in taking the position.

Once, the injustice of life, the misfortune of chance, and the unexpected collapse of the summit, he could rely on perseverance, ignore it again and again, and stand up again and again.

This time, when the goddess of fate really made him desperate, when he faced such a giant who easily manipulated the regime, the economy, and even social opinion, and when he faced the culprit who caused him to lose everything, what could he do?

Continue to forbear? Continue to compromise? Continue to rely on the gentleman's way of revenge, wait for ten or twenty years, or even spend a lifetime to contend with him and them?

his grandma's!

"I don't live just to compromise! I want to live happily! Live a wonderful life! Even if—"

Resolutely muttering to himself, looking up at the sky, Ling Qi once again confessed to the terrorist action he had already completed.

In the distance, a helicopter rumbled in, and the sound of sirens could be vaguely heard underfoot.

"Woo la ~ woo la ~ "

It's like the unfortunate cry of an abandoned chick.

He just raised his head and looked out of the sky, cursing silently all that had misfortuned him. It doesn't matter if there is some deity on high, or is it the so-called Gaia consciousness?

He looked up like this, looking at the brilliant galaxy, laughing silently and sobbing silently.

The madness that should have only existed in the spiritual world made his resolute and upright facial features slightly distorted.

What kind of cruelty! will make people who have long been doomed to the brink of madness!

When the children who yearn for justice are overwhelmed by evil. Men who were counting on justice were once again ridiculed.

He could have been assimilated by evil, and became the same hypocritical "man" who did the same dirty things.

He should have bent his spine under the pressure of the general trend, took the money to buy his life, nodded and bent his knees.

He didn't want to, he didn't want to, and finally chose another way to vent, to take revenge, to keep himself from collapsing!

Mourning is greater than heart death, he needs to vent!

He wants to use the most direct, cruel, and tragic method that is worse than evil to make those who hear it frightened, and shout out the axiom that has long ceased to exist!

The enmity of one door will be repaid a hundredfold! The death of a child will leave no old and young behind!

In the world of madmen, there are wrongful killings and not letting go! Already standing on the opposite side of the general trend, where is there anything that should not be done, right?

"I am guilty, but I have no regrets, and I am not ashamed. ”

The sound of sirens gradually became clearer, and dozens of police cars arrived one after another, surrounding the central building, causing passers-by to exclaim in bursts of exclamation, and the station's camera equipment burst into bright lights in the dark night.

Tilting his head slightly, Ling Qi saw several police helicopters hanging in the air in the distance, and Qi Qi poked out cold and hideous heavy machine guns from the bottom.

Speechless, Ling Qi smiled:

"What are you doing, I'm just, a powerless scholar. ”

"Useless, forgetful... Scholar. ”

"Heh, if you want me to die, it's easy, peanuts are a waste. ”

"Do you want to be captured alive, tried in public, punished in a canonical manner, and displayed majesty?"

"Stop dreaming!"

With that, he raised his right foot and took a decisive step forward without hesitation.

Almost in the next second, a large net fell from the sky, and he didn't know where it came from, and finally slowed him down.

"To live is to look forward to excitement and exhilaration. If you lose that qualification, it is better to let destruction come. Kill all the enemies, leave a stench for 10,000 years, but also happy. ”

"But, I really want to live again~"

The sound of the wind whirled into his ears, his vision gradually blurred, the air pressure hit his face, and the ground was approaching quickly, Ling Qi finally thought, no regrets, no guilt, only regrets.

In an instant, no thought.

Rumble!!!

The sound of a violent explosion spread, and the night was destined not to be peaceful, and a large area of fire broke out at the bottom of the Central Building of S City, which was the first time that Ling Qi used homemade high gunpowder, and it was also the last.

It was as beautiful as a comet striking the earth, but unfortunately, he would never see it.

A few days later, on a depressed road in T City, a newspaper swept in the wind and landed in the middle of the road.

I saw that the front of the page was a huge gray portrait, printed with a square-looking Sven man, who looked like a lawyer, or a professor and other cultural workers, very decent.

But the huge title has already revealed the true nature of this human-faced beast's heart, the ugly true face under the glossy exterior.

"The Extraordinarily Large Poisoning Case in S City of W Province Arrested and Committed Suicide, and the Ruthless Legal Network Shows Its Prestige Again"...

A truck roared up, crushed the newspaper under the tire, and flew it away.

When it slowly fell, the portrait of the man on the front page and the rather righteous face were ironically imprinted with gray marks.

It's these traces that make the newspaper wrinkle, which makes the man's originally handsome facial features look so weird, like a cruel smile-

Who, exactly, is sarcastic.