In the blink of an eye, Ji Zihe pulled back his thoughts.

After pondering for a moment, Ji Zihe spoke:

As your soul wanders, you begin to seek stability.

Your souls are relieved when your blades are mercilessly inflicted on others.

The human heart holds the sea of self, which can never be defiled.

Your language is like a blade, it never breaks, it never rusts.

But your self-esteem is like a dwarf, lost in the fog, seeking a path to yourself. In the world you begin to gain liberation from others.

I often hear you rebuke someone who has made a mistake as if they were not one of you, but more like a stranger among you, your enemy.

You will inflict judgment on this fighting.

When blood falls from heaven in fire, you learn to unite.

So, you set up the standard of behavior, the standard of morality, the red line of the law.

You are happy to legislate, but you prefer to sabotage it.

Like a child playing on the beach, he happily built a castle on the beach, and then smashed it with one foot.

The sea took away the sand and sent more sand.

The sea does not blame the sea, and the beach does not blame the sand. So you use the law to punish the children.

When you brought the murderer to the knife of the law, did you weigh the hearts of both sides with the scales?

When you cut off the heads of innocent people, and the defenders of the law become the offenders, what will you do?

When the real killers mock the incompetence of the law in a dark tone, how will you decide?

What kind of judgment will you give when you are confronted with a murderer who is actually a greater victim?

How will you justify your incompetence as justice under the law?

The shadow cast by those who turn their backs to the sun is the law in their hearts.

You stand under the sun, but bow down to the shadows.

Then you say to the others, "Look, I have found our monarch."

So the sun becomes your enemy.

You raise your butcher's knives against the ants in the shadows. but he flatters those who act arbitrarily.

Your laws are your fears.

Speaking of this, Ji Zihe stared at Yang Lingting, but Yang Lingting's face had no other expression except a smile.

It was past noon, and the number of people gathered was increasing.

In addition to ordinary people, there are also capable people. and pedestrians coming from other cities.

Infected by the atmosphere, these people sat on the ground one after another.

The scene in front of me is really new to these people.

"What bullshit are you playing?" Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"Shut up, scum." Before Ji Zihe could speak, Yang Lingting took the lead in asking: "Throw him out for me." ”

Sitting here, the man in black robe spoke, "Your Excellency, may as well talk about 'pain'." ”

Ji Zihe looked at this person, his tall figure was wrapped in a black robe, and this person looked extremely abrupt in the crowd.

Judging from his sitting posture, although this person sat quite casually, Ji Zihe could roughly judge from this sitting posture that this person was always on guard against every move around him.

Although this person looked very suspicious, Ji Zihe didn't care about this kind of thing at this time. Ji Zihe is constantly squeezing the memories of his past life and the cognition formed on the earth.

So he spoke:

Your pain is the same as your joy, but more often than not, your joy brings you emptiness.

Every day, you wake up from your sleep, you curse the bottomless abyss, and the pain is the sweat that is engraved on your forehead.

Your joy is the call of the abyss to the sun.

But joy is neither the abyss nor the sun.

It is a turtle curled up on the top of a snowy peak, timid and longing for relief.

The more the pain carves you, the more shallow your joy becomes.

As you walk through the swamps, you look up to the clouds in the sky.

And your joy is like a cloud, which is within reach but not desirable.

I can talk about your suffering, but I can't talk about your happiness.

For your afflictions are the happiness of falling to the earth.

When you feel happy, you should not say that happiness is in my heart, but that I am in my heart.

When you can't dance with your lover and climb to the top with your feet, you are miserable.

When you can't convince others with words, your violence becomes murderous. At this time, you are in pain.

When you leave the sun and the stars and walk in darkness, even if you find the light, you are miserable.

Your joy is always lower than expected, and your pain is always greater than your happiness.

If you seek happiness, then use your desire as a seed and put it in pain, and it will grow into a flower in the darkness.

Saying this, Ji Zihe stopped and looked at this strange person. And this person stood up at this time, as if he glanced at Ji Zihe, and then left.

At this point, a woman spoke, "Tell me about death." ”

Ji Zihe was slightly surprised, the topic of death, no matter when it is talked about, will make people's hearts heavy.

Ji Zihe was silent, and the needles around him could be heard.

Subsequently, Ji Zihe spoke:

You want to know about death, but where can you find it unless you are in the heart of life?

If you want to witness death, then open your hearts to life.

Because life and death are one and the same, it is not two sides of the same coin, but a drop of water and the sea.

Your knowledge of death is hidden in the depths of your hopes.

Ji Zihe said here and stopped. In his understanding, death deprives the body of vitality and the soul returns to nothingness.

But Ji Zihe looked at this haggard woman, and she really couldn't say such a thing, maybe she was a mother and her children had passed away, maybe she had a husband who had been waiting for a long time but had no news, or her parents had left her.

On any other topic, Ji Zihe can talk freely, but only death, this life is unbearable.

Ji Zihe was silent.

But at this time, no one spoke out to break the silence, death is a commonplace but unbearable thing in this world, and they are also thinking and silent.

At this time, Ji Zihe spoke again:

The wind does not pass through the trees, and the scattered leaves are also the colors of the season.

When you hear the whisper of the wind, it is also the pouring out of the fallen leaves.

The mist that dissipates at dawn will also turn into droplets of water, moistening the earth.

If you want to find a trace of death, then look down at yourself in the water.

Death silences you, but it gathers your thoughts.

And your thoughts will light up the night sky and turn into stars, which are the direction of those who are returning home and the lights of those who have passed away.

Ji Zihe looked at the woman again, and her face was a little more painful at this moment.

Yang Lingting keenly felt the change in Ji Zihe's state before and after, and also knew that today's talk should end here, and then said to everyone: "That's it for today, please go back." Ji Zihe, you come with me. ”

Ji Zihe followed Yang Lingting to the 'Dingyuan' organ.

Yang Lingting opened his mouth and said: "Ji Zihe, what you said today, there are very few people who can understand it. ”

"If you don't understand, that's right. If they all understand, then it means that I am at this level. Ji Zi said half-jokingly.

But the woman's face always lingered in Ji Zihe's mind.

"I'll give you something." Yang Lingting said.

"Huh? What is it? Ji Zihe asked.

After Yang Lingting rummaged through the cabinets, he took a mask and came to Ji Zihe.

"What is this mask for?" Ji Zihe asked.

"Just take it and see it." Yang Lingting said mysteriously.

'Click'

The mask in Ji Zihe's hand cracked a crack.

"...... this?"

When Yang Lingting saw a crack in the mask, his pupils shrank tightly.

"That's really ...... Anyway, this mask is for you. Yang Lingting said with a smile.

"This mask is called Saster Masquerade." Yang Lingting said: "You bring it and try it." ”

Ji Zihe looked at this black and white mask, the lines on it looked like the face of a demon in religion, and he couldn't stand it in his heart.

"You put it on first." Yang Lingting said a little urging.

"Forehead ......"

Although Ji Zihe was a little resistant, he still put on this mask.

The cool touch then squirmed on Ji Zihe's face.

"Damn, what's going on?" Ji Zihe couldn't hold back a burst of panic and burst into a foul mouth.

Subsequently, the mask melted into Ji Zihe's face.

Seeing this situation, Yang Lingting smiled with satisfaction.

"The Saster mask, a product of nowhere, the purpose of this mask is to prevent others from prying eyes." Yang Lingting said: "Some people can make judgments by your facial micro-expressions, and some people can make judgments from the beating of your heart. ”

"That's it? But why does it melt into my face? Ji Zihe asked a little disgustingly, "Can I still take it out?" ”

"Then you try." Yang Lingting said.

"I... How do you let me try? Besides, wasn't that mask cracked just now? Is it still useful? Ji Zihe said suspiciously: "Besides, there is such a thing, why don't you use it?" ”

"It's not that I don't use it, it's that I don't need it, I don't need it." Yang Lingting said: "I can judge the plan against me from me, and so far, I have met a person. ”

"Who?" Ji Zihe asked gossipingly.

"You don't have to worry about that." Yang Lingting said: "In the future, if nothing else, you should be acting alone." ”

"You know?" Ji Zihe asked.

"Guess." Yang Lingting said: "You are too kind. And you are too weak to be used, and you will die with no place to bury. ”

"You know?" Ji Zihe said: "Don't underestimate me. ”

"Hmph, when you just said death, your hidden expression may not be visible to ordinary people. But for those who are observant, the expression you just revealed can make you die at least once. Yang Lingting said.

"You've helped me so much? What do you want from me? Ji Zihe said.

"As I said, we're friends." Yang Lingting said.

"What you did in the Eight-Bottom Prison, I don't think we're friends." Ji Zihe said.

"That's why we're friends. If you see something in prison and can approve of it, then we're not friends. Yang Lingting said.

"Really? Your friend's standard is really strange. Ji Zihe said.

"My friend, not only must have your own philosophy, but also have the principle of preferring to die unyieldingly." Yang Lingting said, "Do you understand? ”

"Alright, come with me."