"Why don't you save Xue Bingli?" Li Antong looked at Li Muqi and said puzzled, "He is the key to this case, and at this time, if he dies, I am afraid that this case will be over." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Xue Bingli?" Li Muqi looked at Li Antong's puzzled gaze and the worried look on his face, and smiled. "That person is not Xue Bingli, just a prisoner they arranged. ”

"Do you know Xue Bingli?" Li Antong looked at Li Muqi curiously, "Why don't I know?"

"I don't think he knows Xue Bingli. Xue Bingli is not an ordinary person, he is from the family of the official eunuch," Li Muqi did not answer, it was Jin Libin who answered. Jin Libin didn't look at Li Antong, as if he was saying to himself, "Even if he is a very honest person, he will not have such a complexion; even if his life is very difficult, he should not be like that; moreover, he is so eager to confess his guilt that he does not even look at the statement that writes his guilt, which is the strangest thing." ”

"I really don't know Xue Bingli. Li Muqi looked at Jin Libin appreciatively and agreed with Jin Libin's inference. "You've been very careful, and there are so many details that I haven't noticed. If it weren't for the fact that I had seen Xue Bingli's excerpt, I would have thought that person was Xue Bingli. ”

"Don't compliment me," Jin Libin said coldly with a hint of indifference on his face, "I'm not a fool, I'm not a person who is very easy to fool, and besides, I don't need your praise so much." That just makes me feel very uncomfortable. "If it weren't for the fact that Jin Libin already knew Li Muqi's identity at this time, I was afraid that he would have spoken out.

Jin Libin had already felt a cold gaze shooting from behind him at this time, and he had already felt a coldness in his back penetrating his heart.

"Hehe..." Li Muqi laughed self-deprecatingly, "There are people in the world who don't like to hear praise." ”

"The words of praise are really good," Jin Libin sighed softly, "But how many of them are sincere?" shook his head and sighed again, "These words will be addictive, and one day, I will get used to the praise of others, and even fall in love with the words of sloppy horses." Others deceive you with this, but you enjoy it, and even learn to deceive yourself with other people's words. Blinding his own eyes, he also blinds his own heart. Let those upright people slowly leave their side, and even do not want to listen to a true word and fall into lies forever. ”

"It's true, and there are a few people in the world who can accept it. Li Muqi couldn't help but sigh. "It's always less beautiful than a lie, it's acceptable. ”

"Lies are always gorgeous, but I am afraid that removing that layer of disguise will be even more disgusting and disgusting, and difficult to accept. ”

"Even if you sometimes know it's a lie, you don't want to uncover that layer of its disguise. Li Muqi said with regret in his eyes, "People are always willing to believe that lies are true, and they constantly warn themselves that they should be so." After a pause, he continued, "Lying to yourself is not deceiving others." It's hard to believe in yourself and you don't trust others. ”

Looking at everyone's thoughtful expressions, Li Muqi smiled and said, "I did see what Jin Libin said, but the reason why I am so sure that person is not Xue Bingli is not because of this. If a person is tortured, subjected to all kinds of punishments and inhuman abuses every day, it is inevitable that he will not be like him. Looking at Jin Libin's thoughtful expression, he continued, "No matter how heavy the punishment and torture are, it can't change the hope in a person's heart, and the persistence and persistence in his heart. ”

"Why?"

"Because that's why he's alive. His life's pursuit. Li Muqi's eyes bloomed with a scorching light. "No matter what kind of person you are, you also have the persistence and pursuit in your heart that you don't want to let go. And his whole life is to work hard for this reason, struggling with suffering again and again. ”

"Is it because that person doesn't have too much struggle?" Jin Libin said with some doubts, "If he is tortured too much and unbearable, he will inevitably give up the persistence and persistence in his heart." ”

"What you think is indeed reasonable," Li Muqi glanced at Jin Libin, who was still thinking, with appreciation, and smiled, "But you are still too careless." Forgot what I just said. Li Muqi looked at the incomprehension in Jin Libin's eyes at this time, and the look on his face that was trying to recall, and saw the look of pain floating on Jin Libin's face at the moment, and couldn't bear to say, "Everything needs to be extremely attentive and attentive to every detail, especially the most easily missed places." Gently patted Jin Libin's shoulder, shook his head and said, "Just blindly blaming yourself can't solve anything, especially those things that have happened and become a thing of the past." ”

When Jin Libin heard this, his eyes slowly released a dazzling light. Heart: If you blindly complain about your past self, blindly recall the past, and don't look at yourself at the moment, don't choose the present, don't think about tomorrow, I'm afraid that your life will fall into eternal darkness and not see a trace of light.

The past is left in the moment, but we cannot forget those scars, not simply facing the past mistakes and remembering those scars, but learning how to correct them, how to forget. To live, we must face tomorrow - that unknown tomorrow.

"I've seen it. I have also read Xue Bingli's excerpts, and between the lines of his words, he is full of care and worry for the people, as well as hatred and anger towards those corrupt people. These things are engraved in his heart and remain in his blood, how can he give up easily," Li Muqi said with respect, "A person like him, even if he is tortured and abused inhumanly, will not give up the pursuit and persistence in his heart." And the submissive prisoner was full of cowardice, without the slightest stiffness, nor the slightest anger to speak of. How could he be Xue Bingli?"

"Then Xue Bingli, where is he at this time?" Du Rukang couldn't help but say.

"I don't know at this time," Li Muqi said with worry and concern. He sighed loudly, "I can only see him tomorrow at noon, but I am afraid that at that time, his belly will be full of pain and anger, and it will be difficult to say a word." ”

There was still more than half an hour before noon, and a thick layer of people had already gathered around the execution ground, almost sweating like rain, one after another. The people in half of the city of Weizhou had already arrived, stretching their necks and looking at the solemn face on the Xingtai. , like an executioner in prayer. Could it be that the executioner with a fierce eye still has mercy in his heart?

The executioner's heart was indeed merciful, and his countenance was calm and full of piety. He was praying for himself and for the man who died under his sword. May he let go of the anger in his heart, leave the sins in his body, and take that pure soul with him, and die without suffering all the sins of the world. He is also praying for himself, and every killing is a heavy symbol in his life.

Killing doesn't change anything, or improve anything. It will only bring more suffering, more parting, more resentment and regret. But man, always hoping that it will change something that it can't change.

Among the crowd, there are some alternatives- The man without a trace of pity, with his eyes showing longing, with a scorching glint of pleasure on his face, and his hands rubbing together, imagined himself as the executioner with a steel knife in his hand: imagining that at that moment he would raise his hands high, and then swing them down with all his might, and then he could hear the sound of bones shattering, and the wails of pain, and the face distorted by pain, the eyes that had protruded, the magnified pain, and the look of fear and struggle in his eyes, as if he had seen the scarlet blood, gushing out from his neck, drawing a beautiful arc, and falling to the ground, still convulsingThe struggling corpse seemed to be able to smell the smell of blood hovering in the air, and even began to lick the corners of its lips unconsciously.

This is a group of pathetic people, a group of poor people, but also a group of people who do not deserve sympathy. They only see that other people's lives are so low, and they don't see that their own lives are so low, and even disgusting and disgusting; they enjoy the moment of life leaving, but they don't realize the shortness of life, they don't know how to put their own life, they have almost no interest to find, and only when they see that bright red, can they briefly appreciate their own life. I always thought that my life was not over, but in fact, I didn't know that the grass had been buried in a certain age, and at this time, there was only a soulless shell left.

There are no such people as few as they are. They are the bravest group, some people, so imagined in their hearts, but they don't want to admit it, and they will always deny it, weaving all kinds of lies and deceiving themselves. They are unwilling and afraid to face the truest version of themselves, and they will never admit it. I have a perfect self in my mind, I want myself to be like this, and I even want others to see the same self in my mind.

It can deceive people's eyes, but it can't deceive people's hearts - as long as you are willing to look at a person with your own heart, you will find many differences, but you will also be disgusted with yourself at this time.

ps: I only blamed myself for being too serious at the time, which brought such suffering to everyone...