Chapter Eighty-Nine: Self-Blame
The speed at which the news spread was astonishing, and various online news channels also opened relevant discussion topics. Almost everyone expressed support for the behavior of the man surnamed Li, praising him as a real man, a modern knight, and a hero, while some netizens believed that the evidence should be handed over to the police and let the law solve it.
But what about these controversies, can it change the outcome of the man surnamed Li to be punished by law? This is impossible, no matter how good the reason for the man surnamed Li is, he can't kill people. Unless it is at the time of persecution, killing people out of urgent avoidance, it can still be said to be legitimate defense. Although the court has not yet handed down a sentence, it is foreseeable that the sentence will be at least more than 10 years in prison.
After that, everyone's attention turned to the "Walking for Heaven" on the half-house website. Because at the end of this news, it was brought to "Walking for Heaven".
"My God, if something like this happens, "Walking for Heaven" won't be banned, right?"
", this matter has a hairy relationship with "Walking for Heaven". As long as it is a man with a blood surname, this is the only way to do this kind of thing! β
"Well, it's not as simple as you say. You wait, in a few days, there will definitely be a certain expert who will come out and scold "Walking for Heaven" for spreading the idea of countering violence with violence, inducing others to commit crimes, and creating social panic. Then radio and television gave an order, blocked! I just ask that when the time comes, don't pull the half-house website into it, then I will burn high incense for radio and television, and set up a longevity card! β
"I think it's, but the more I listen to what I'm talking upstairs, the more I think it's really possible."
"It's happened! The link below, sociologist Zheng Shiming published a blog post to shoot at the half-house website! β
"It's this 2b again! It was enough to on TV last time, and now I dare to come out and show my eyes! β
"Let's go, let's go and blow up his blog together!"
"Top, let's go!"
Five minutes later, netizens returned victoriously, and Zheng Shiming's blog was paralyzed. Netizens began to send congratulatory messages one after another to celebrate the great victory.
Zheng Lu didn't look at these things, and at this time he was falling into infinite self-blame.
When the game "For the Skywalker" was released, it was because of the momentary anger and resentment that those scum who should not stay in the world could not do anything, so I wanted to vent in the game. He thinks that everyone is just like him, and will only use it as a tool to vent, and will not be affected by it.
Zheng Lu was too naΓ―ve. If the matter does not fall on your head, of course, you can speak out and maintain a high posture of self-cleanliness. But how many people can keep their sanity once it does happen? At this time, "Walking for Heaven" is like a catalyst, catalyzing madness and drowning reason.
I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me.
Although this matter has nothing to do with Zheng Lu, this deep self-blame makes Zheng Lu extremely sad. Ten years, or indefinitely, if it is more serious, it is the death penalty. A person's life is very likely to be buried in his own hands like this, and this kind of spiritual burden makes Zheng Lu extremely depressed.
Hiding his head in the futon, Zheng Lu cried silently.
Zheng Lu, who has just matured mentally and has not experienced much social training, can't bear this kind of depression, so he can only use crying to vent. When the glasses girl and the fox Xiaoxuan saw this situation, they both wanted to come forward to help solve it. It's a pity that he can't get out of the computer, and Zheng Lu, who doesn't have a headset, can't hear their voices at all, so he can only do it in a hurry.
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Early the next morning, when the head of the lion house got up, he found Zheng Lu still nested in the bed.
"It's time to get up, old scoop! Didn't you kid always get up on time before, what's going on today? β
The head of the lion lodge barked a few times, and after washing up, he still didn't see Zheng Lu, so he stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"Hey, old scoop! You can't fucking get out of bed! β
The head of the lion lodge was impatient, pushed the door in, and saw Zheng Lu lying on the floor without a quilt on his body. The head of the lion dormitory hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and when he touched his forehead, it turned out that he had a fever.
"You kid stayed up late playing games again yesterday, right? It's really going to get people in trouble! β
Zheng Lu woke up in a daze, only to feel that the world was spinning for a while, and he tried to stand up, but he couldn't exert any strength. I fell asleep crying and crying last night, and I didn't cover the quilt, so I probably caught a cold.
"Say, do you want to see a doctor and ask a nurse to play a game of injections, or do you want to take medicine at home to solve the problem?"
A little fever, Zheng Lu and his gang usually don't care, and they just take some medicine and pass it. So Zheng Lu waved his hand and said that he would not see a doctor.
"You wait, I'll help you find someone who doesn't have a class today, and I'll help you ask for leave for Professor Uchida's class."
Soon, the head of the lion dormitory found someone who didn't have classes today, and he was Yang Yan. This guy had just come back from delivering the newspaper in the morning, and he was caught in Zheng Lu's room and asked him to help take care of it.
"I'm sorry for the trouble."
"Politely anything, it's all Chinese, as it should be. I'll write novels here, and if I need anything, just say it. β
Yang Yan found medicine and water, helped Zheng Lu drink it, and then began to write a novel in the notebook he carried. Every day when he is not in class or working, he will sit down and write something he wants to write, which can be regarded as a way of learning.
In the afternoon, Zheng Lu was sweating all over, and his dizziness had subsided a lot, so he began to chat with Yang Yan.
"Yang Yan, you majored in fiction, right? Let me give you an analogy, for example, if the protagonist of a novel you write commits suicide, and then a reader imitates the plot of the novel and actually commits suicide, what will you do? β
Yang Yan turned his head and saw that Zheng Lu was looking at him with an expectant look at him at the moment.
"Hehe, your question is really interesting. Well, I'll tell you something. β
Yang Yan walked to Zheng Lu's side, sat down, and began to tell the story.
"Before I started writing novels, I was working in a flower shop. There was a vice president there who also liked to read novels, and he always wanted to write his own novels, but he never did. I was curious, so I asked him why, and he replied that he was afraid. β
"Afraid, afraid of what?"
Zheng Lu was attracted by this story and couldn't help but ask out loud.
"He was afraid of his words, of the ideas that came out of them, of influencing the minds of others. He said that even if only one person has read the novel he has written and has been influenced by it, it is the responsibility of the writer, whether it is good or bad. And he, can't afford to take that responsibility. β
Zheng Lu understood that the vice president's words were indeed very reasonable, and his current situation was really as the vice president said, and he couldn't take on this responsibility. But Zheng Lu still has a question, that is, after hearing these words, Yang Yan's choice.
"Then why do you write novels?"
"Hehe, do you need to say that? Because, there are still people who want to see it! β
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