It was the early morning of June 21st, and the sky had just turned white, and I woke up early because of the poor quality of sleep, and planned to continue to go for a walk in the forest park. Just as I walked out of the entrance of the community, a person suddenly came out of the oblique stab and knocked me to the ground. Immediately after that, the man began to accuse me. Obviously, she was walking in a hurry and didn't pay attention to the observation and bumped into me, but she scolded me one by one "not long-sighted". Who gave you the power to be so arrogant? The beast in his heart roared. She seemed to be in a hurry to get on her way, not wanting to entangle me. Or maybe she read the danger signal in my eyes and walked away as fast as she could.

I found out that she was leaving in the same direction as I was going to the forest park, and I chased after her. On the way, I passed by a construction waste dump and picked up a cement brick. When she came to an intersection and turned into the street garden on the corner, there was no one around, and there were no surveillance cameras around, and I realized that my time had come to "punish evil and promote good". I quickened my pace, quickly approaching the figure in front of me, and with the inertia of impact, I smashed the cement brick in my hand into the back of the man's head, and she fell to the ground.

Looking at the person lying on the ground, my heart was in a frenzy, and I stretched my limbs to let this torrent of pleasure swim all over my body. All-over comfort. Just as I was about to turn away, I noticed a golden light flash around her neck. I walked in with her again and leaned down to see a gold necklace with a heart-shaped cleat slipping out of her collar. As far back as I can remember, my mother used to have a gold necklace that looked like this. However, at some point, it disappeared from the home. The mother exchanged it for banknotes in order to make ends meet. Could it be that this woman can be so arrogant to me by relying on herself and my mother wearing the same necklace? I reached out and ripped off the necklace around her neck. See how you will continue to be arrogant in front of me in the future? I weighed the gold necklace in my hand, it was almost my mother's birthday, and if I gave it as a birthday present, would she not scold me for being incompetent?

I am proud of my "chivalrous" deeds, it not only makes me raise my eyebrows, but also makes me "famous", and now the streets and alleys are talking about me as a ranger, my mood is extremely comfortable, and no one in the world dares to look down on me anymore.

My suffering may have passed, but the suffering of others continues. A few days later, on June 25th, I bumped into such a poor boy. After school that day, I walked around the school building as usual. As I walked to the door of the second-year faculty office, I heard a menacing scolding from within. I crept close to the window of my office on the side of the hallway, and looked in. A boy stood in front of a female teacher with her eyes hanging down, and the female teacher's lips quickly fluttered, and from time to time she poked the boy's head with her hand. This scene reminds me of my school days. With the same arrogant and rude eyes and the same domineering tone, should a student be treated so brutally by a teacher just because of his poor academic performance? The beast in his heart began to roar.

I waited patiently until the boy left. I walked to the door of the office, and the governess, apparently disturbed by the jingling of the keypad in my hand, rolled her eyes and glanced at me, before continuing to organize her backpack. She's ready to leave work. I looked around at the door of my office and immediately fell in love with the globe on the wall, and it was my usual way of doing things locally. I took the globe and approached the female teacher step by step. She finally realized that something was wrong, looked up at me in horror, and tried to turn and run away, but my hands and feet were sharper. The arrogant woman fell in front of me again.

I walked out of the office with the joy of victory, but the next second, a powerful nervousness came over me. I saw a figure appear at the entrance of the stairway, and it was moving quickly in my direction. I had an idea and hid in the toilet near the staircase. The figure flashed before my eyes unconsciously, and I fixed my eyes to see that it was the boy from before, and he had somehow turned back. Oops, bad things. I came out of the bathroom with a hint of hesitation, wanting to go outside the office to see what was going on. Just then, the boy rushed out of the office in a panic and bumped into me, who was also terrified. I thought he would be suspicious of me, but I didn't expect him to be more panicked than I was. He avoided my gaze and quickly walked away. I turned and followed him closely, and after seeing him run in the opposite direction to the police station next door, I made a decision.

There was a mistake in this "punishment", and I was seen by others, but I can only do it now. I immediately went to the police station to report to the police and guided the police to track down the boy as a "scapegoat". I don't know if the police will track me down, but that's all I can do, I have to buy myself enough time to escape. If the situation calms down in a few days, I will find another chance to come back.

After coming out of the police station, I went straight home, changed out of my security uniform, and began my "escape". As I was unprepared, when I walked out of the house, I looked around blindly and didn't know where to go. Just then, I walked near a station, and a bus was slowly entering the station and stopped in front of me. I didn't hesitate to hop on the bus. I'm going to a far place where there are few people, and the farther away from the present, the better. So, I took the car all the way to a distant place, got off when I came to a sparsely populated place, and once I came to a crowded place, I continued to take the car to a distant place. However, I made a mistake and left my wallet and phone at home, which directly restricted my movements. I ended up as a penniless beggar who had to steal food from convenience stores to feed myself. Just after I succeeded for the second time, a police car with flashing lights roared in, and two policemen jumped out of the car, blocking my path like a god soldier.

I was taken back to the police station, and the police officers were as vicious as a yaksha, and they kept saying that I was the murderer and forced me to ask about the murder. Homicide? I'm just punishing evil and promoting good. It was they who were aggressive first, and I was just "doing justice" for the people they were oppressing. What right do they have to look down on me? And who gave them the right to bully others?

"What right do you have to take the life of another person? And who gave you the right to ignore the law of the land and trample on the dignity of law enforcers? ”

In the face of the righteous and stern questioning of the policeman in front of me, I was speechless.