After a few simple words to dismiss Ah Liang, Gao Wei lay on the bed, and contacted Senior Sister and Ah Liang at the same time, and two escape routes were brewing in his mind.

Li Yining's route to low-rent housing has been planned by himself, but it is quite difficult to think about how Ah Liang came over.

This question is not only nerve-wracking, but also brain-draining, fingers lightly on the temples, rubbing a few high-risk high-risk eye exercises to do eye exercises in junior high school students, skillful movements.

……

On the roof of a high-rise building with an unknown name, there stood a man with blank eyes and a dead face, standing in the wind at a speed of tens of meters per hour, his body swaying, and he almost fell from the building.

That's right, this guy who is about to take a leap of faith is Feng Le, and the moment he returns to reality, his sense of self-blame swallows him completely like a bottomless abyss.

He returned with the corpse of his friend, a body that had died so miserably that it was disgusting, and it fell to the bed with a pop, blood flowing and staining the edges of the sheets.

Suddenly, there was a heart-rending cry from Sang Liang's house, a voice of despair.

"Son! The ...... "grabbed his hair with remorse, with so much force that he almost tore the hair off his scalp, even if he covered his ears."

The tragic cry of Sang Liang's parents is still pervasive, drilling into the eardrums, straight into the heart, like a nightmare, you can see it when you close your eyes.

After a while, the crying became dying, Feng Le stiffened his weak legs, trembled with steps, and knocked on the door of the opposite house.

I don't know how long it took to knock, but the door opened a crack, and the room was dim, and no sound came out, as if it were deadly silent.

Feng Le used the only remaining strength to push open the door, and when he saw it, it was the corpse of his classmate's mother hanging on the beam, his tongue sticking out, his eye bubbles protruding, and there was no trace of struggle on his chest.

Incontinence, the smell of urine and urine flowed all over the place, and it is hard to imagine how much will a person needs to force himself to die.

The only plausible explanation is that she took the initiative to seek death.

"Poof." Under the double pressure of fear and guilt, Feng Le knelt on the ground, his legs trembled, and he couldn't get up anymore, the sound of his knees.

attracted the attention of a certain person whose heart was dead, and the desperate man raised his head, and in his eyes, the air of death was filled, and the sense of despair could no longer be concealed.

The body of his son was placed aside, and the body of his wife was hanging in front of him, and a strong breath of despair emanated from his body, rushing to his face, and the person who rushed couldn't open his eyes and couldn't bear to look at it directly.

I saw that there was an empty bottle of dichlorvos in his hand, and there was still a little unknown liquid left in it, and the man stared at Feng Le with a pair of dead fish eyes.

Just watched so closely, the pupils had not moved, the focus had long been lost, the eyes looked at both sides blankly, and the face was pale, white as if smeared with a thick cream.

The discolored lips touched up and down, like a throat kissed by sulfuric acid, telling something word by word.

"Why, it's not you who died?" From the lip shape, Feng Le read the last words of his friend's father, and this sentence also became the last straw that crushed Feng Le's spirit.

One father's selfish but painful monologue will cause another father's extreme chagrin and remorse.

When people's emotions burst, their minds are irrational, and this kind of explosive catharsis is wantonly contagious like a virus.

"yes, why not me!" I deserve to die in the Ten Realms, I don't deserve to live.

Grief, guilt, the tide-like ups and downs, completely submerged a red heart, and the cold of death eroded every trace of life.

Everywhere you go, there are withering and ruins.

Feng Le didn't know how he got back to the room, nor how he got out of that sad place, and when he woke up, he found that the position where he had fallen had changed.

A dark thought, which occupies all the places in the mind, is like a rotten seed, absorbing all the negative emotions, growing and multiplying wildly.

"Me! Ran away again, I'm a waste who can only run away, it's better to die, if I hadn't escaped, Sang Liang wouldn't have died, that's right, it's all my fault, all the bad things are caused by me. ”

Thinking along the line of self-blame, Feng Le felt in a trance, as if everything in the world was whispering in his ear, a thousand words, all the same sentence.

"Die, die! Die! Die! ”

Okay, I'm damned, I'm going to die!

The idea became more and more extreme, Feng Lebi walked like a fly, took out a piece of letter paper, and quickly wrote something, layers of handwriting, densely twisted together.

The subject is very recognizable - a suicide note.

No one knows in what mood he wrote the suicide note, let alone the night of a small northern city.

There was a man with a psychological breakdown who spontaneously stood on the rooftop, for Feng Le, it takes far more courage to live than to die.

The majestic pressure in reality completely crushed the young man's backbone, making him breathless and unable to breathe, and every breath he breathed was exhaling the breath of life.

In some ways, he's pathetic.

And poor people must have something to hate, and the guilt and regret of others made Feng Le lose the courage to live.

chose the pathetic path of death.

Pity this lamentable man, who is full of guilt until he dies, even death is not enough to free him.

Death is easy for Feng Le, it is the best way to escape from reality, every moment of life in the world, he has to face the questioning of his conscience and the grief of his friends and parents.

He carried all the burdens, whether they should be carried or not, on his shoulders, until in the end, straws accumulated and crushed himself.

He stood on the rooftop and opened his eyes to the sky.

Under the clear night sky, the stars are blinking, and unlike the upside-down world, the blue star canopy is brilliant, blinking and blinking, and countless eyes are looking at the pedestrians on the ground.

In the same way, also look at the man who is about to commit suicide next meal.

Close your eyes and let your body sway at will on the top of a hundred-meter-high building, the rhythm of the wind whistling in your ears, and the ground is getting closer and closer to the fragile head.

The kite with a broken string fell to the ground with a suffocating atmosphere of decadence.

……

The next day, the Higashiyama Morning Post published a piece of news.

[An accident occurred on the roof of a unit in Xinfu Garden, a twenty-year-old college student jumped off the building and committed suicide, and the police have filed a case for investigation......]

Feng Le, after all, is still dead, in the face of pressure and pain, he chose to escape, the price is to pay for his precious life.

Looking at the messy ground, Wang Tingsheng was dizzy, and when he heard the news, he immediately drove to the place of the incident without stopping for a moment.

Somehow, he remembered research on first impressions.

According to expert research, it only takes three seconds for a first impression to be formed before a stranger gets to know him, but it accounts for 55% of the total impression.

Human beings are all appearance associations, this is an undeniable point, otherwise there would not be so many female erect apes with the three views of the five senses.