Naoto Ikeda was pressed against the table, and a knife was plunged in.

He struggled symbolically a few times at first, but his body, ruined by irregular life and alcohol, was powerless to resist the three able-bodied bandits.

After struggling a few times, he gave up.

If life deceives you, lie down and bear it.

At the moment of giving up, Naoto Ikeda felt a sense of relief.

To be honest, he didn't understand why Shigeru Ikeda had just stood up again and again, and it didn't change anything when he stood up.

Obviously, the result was already predestined.

What a stupid and stupid son.

I knew that I, as a father, should teach him a truth: it will be easier to choose to give up, and if you want to live an easy life, you must give up often.

You see, as long as you give up, even death becomes less terrible.

It's a good thing to give up.

Naoto Ikeda, who gave up, began to hallucinate.

He saw a Jizo Bodhisattva holding a Zen staff with a red scarf around his neck.

- Are you here to extradite me to death? How is it possible, someone like me......

The light behind Jizo grew stronger and stronger, gradually engulfing Jizo's figure, and only the red scarf and the bells from the shaking of the Zen staff were still clear.

The red scarf also disappeared in the light, only the regular sound of the Zen staff, and then the light and shadow turned into a scene of rapid retrospection.

This is probably the legendary marquee.

It all looks like it's repeating a closed loop that never ends: self-indulgence – venting – reflection and regret – and then self-indulgence again.

As he watched the repetition of the images, he felt how hopelessly his life was.

Yes, he is such a person, he was, he is, and if there is a future, I am afraid it will be.

The picture turns faster and faster, and probably the Jizo Bodhisattva who caused this phenomenon can't stand this meaningless repetition of life.

It's like mud, a life without any value.

Suddenly, the turnaround slowed down to the speed of a standard 24-frame movie.

Naoto Ikeda saw his young self and was reprimanded by the workshop director: "How did you do it! Rubbish! How many times did you get it wrong today? The progress of the whole workshop has been slowed down by you! You're going to hurt everyone to get less of the prize! ”

Naoto Ikeda suddenly remembered this scene, and it was ......

The young Naoto Ikeda in the picture says, "My son was so troublesome last night that he didn't sleep well......"

"Shut up!" The workshop director scolded, "You are not the first person in this workshop to marry a wife and have children!" No one else is like you! Therefore, the post-war generation is not good, I was back then, but under the bombing of American planes, I still completed the production target of the factory!

"Your son, is it scarier than B29?"

Naoto Ikeda watched this scene silently, and he remembered that his life did not seem to be a worthless reincarnation all the time.

He was also young in a time so long ago that he had forgotten.

It was the child, it was the scourge that changed everything.

As the marquee continues, Naoto Ikeda watches himself being scolded at class every day, and after work, he has to run all his way to the supermarket to buy a discounted half-price bento - in order to save his son money for milk powder, the couple's dinner is half price.

He saw his son crying like an air raid siren in the middle of the night, and he had to get up with his tired body to help his wife change diapers together.

He saw that in order to subsidize the family, even his wife had to take over the job of pasting packaging boxes at home, and the originally small and warm home began to be filled with materials and tools that his wife needed for work.

He saw that the smiles of himself and his wife were replaced by sadness.

- Ah, sure enough, it's good not to promote Amao.

His life, as expected, has become a mess since the birth of Amao.

If it weren't for Shigeru, then I would be living happily ever after.

The marquee changed again, and he saw his young self riding a bicycle on a sunny day, and his wife wearing a sunhat was in the back seat.

She is more beautiful than a rose.

Life hasn't destroyed her skin, her beautiful hands calloused, her beautiful nails still stumbling through the pulp of the cardboard boxes.

She put her arms around Naoto Ikeda's waist and smiled happily.

Although the two are so poor that they can't even afford to go to the cinema, even if it's just like this, they can feel the joy of life while riding a bicycle on the field.

Yes, this is what life is meant to be, and this is how life should be.

Naoto Ikeda looks at the glittering days he spent with his wife, and wants to cry but realizes that he no longer has the ability to cry.

The dying do not speak, nor do they cry.

He could only wait quietly for the end of his life.

It doesn't matter, soon the rabbit cub who ruined his life will also be sent over by those three bandits.

He also did a lot of bad things, and he couldn't go to the Pure Land of Bliss.

When the time comes, the father and son will go to hell together.

As Naoto Ikeda was thinking, the marquee was fixed on a new picture.

It was the delivery room of the hospital, and the still beautiful wife was half-sitting on the bed, although she was very weak, she was still smiling and looking at the child in her arms.

He saw his young self, squatting beside his wife's bed, holding the baby's little hand with great joy.

"He's looking at me! He's got my hand! Naoto Ikeda shouted with joy, "My son's hands are so strong!" We will definitely grow healthily in the future. I decided, his name will be Shige, and he will grow like a big tree, and his vitality will be like a dense weed. ”

The wife smiled and gently stroked Naoto Ikeda's hair.

Naoto Ikeda was confused, he couldn't tell where the memories were and where the reality was.

This...... Is it me?

Shouldn't I......

The marquee ended, and in the light of the continuous images, the figure of his wife appeared.

It was not the young and beautiful wife in my memory, it was the yellow-faced woman who was robbed of the luster of her skin by reality, and her nails could no longer be painted beautifully.

She looked at Naoto Ikeda and opened her mouth slightly.

She didn't make a sound, but Naoto Ikeda did.

"Finally, at the end, do you still have to choose to continue to escape?"

Finally, do you still have to choose to surrender?

Finally, at the end of the day, you still don't want to admit that you are a father?

Naoto Ikeda suddenly remembered how Shigeru Ikeda stood up again and again.

The vitality is like a flourishing weed.

Naoto Ikeda suddenly remembered the feeling that flowed through his heart the moment he saw Ashigeru.

Anyway, it's the last of the last.

Just let this mud-like, worthless life play its last little role.

Naoto Ikeda bit down on his tongue, and the salty smell of blood filled his mouth, and the sharp pain briefly excited his sinking brain.

All illusions faded in an instant.

The blindness of the lights from reality made it impossible for Shigeru Ikeda to see who was in front of him.

He roared, and with the last of his strength, pulled up the scissors that had been tied to his body to hold the upturned leather in place, and stabbed it at the nearest figure.

He heard the screams, but he couldn't tell whose screams it was.

He grabbed the arm of the other figure and bit it down.

He couldn't tell if the blood in his mouth came from a wound on his tongue or an enemy.

At this time, his vision recovered a little, and he miraculously saw Amao still lying on the ground.

Without saying a word, he pulled out the wound on his stomach and threw it over, trying to wake up his son.

"Shigeru! Get up! He shouted, "Run!" ”

As he shouted, he turned around and pounced on the third bandit who should have existed in his memory—only by dragging all three of them could he give Shigeru a chance to escape.

He didn't know that at this time, he looked like some kind of supernatural creature, like a zombie running out of Romero's movie.

Even a well-trained enemy couldn't help but panic when he saw this shocking scene.

Therefore, the enemy pulled out his gun, and in a hurry, he took a high-powered pistol without a muffler.

The first shot missed, hitting Naoto Ikeda in the upper abdomen.

Naoto Ikeda was completely unaffected and continued to rush towards the last unwounded enemy.

"Shigeru! Come on! ”

The gunman fired three shots from his pistol, the last of which finally hit Naoto Ikeda's head.

When the bullet came out of the back of the head, it took a large chunk of the skull, and the brains were ejected.

Naoto Ikeda stopped moving and slowly fell to the ground, but his mouth still squirmed, trying to make one last sound.

His neck still turned, turning his face towards his son—

The shooter cursed and refilled the gun again until the magazine was empty.

"! What the heck? He looked at Naoto Ikeda, who finally didn't move, and gasped for air, "What the fuck is this?" It's too much of a demon! ”

No one answered.

Because no one knows.

At this moment, Shigeru Ikeda, the only one who knew what it was, staggered to his feet.

Shan Mingmin, Jung Tae-hyun, and Fang Zhixi all looked at Shigeru Ikeda and remained vigilant, for fear that he would suddenly become the same thing he had just done.

Shan Mingmin slowly reached for the rifle on the table next to him.

Shigeru Ikeda looked at the fallen man, then turned and rushed to the nearest window, breaking out.

His movements were so agile that he didn't look like he was seriously injured.