I was dressed in a slightly ragged costume, with a trendy chicken nest hair on my head, holding a broken bowl and cardboard box, and begging on all fours. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I didn't really intend to be a competent beggar, but I just wanted to use this identity and location to observe others carefully. If anyone notices a beggar staring at him, he will think that the beggar is longing for a handout, or expressing envy for him, and will not use any other perverted words or the like.

So I sat down in what I thought was a treasure of feng shui and began my journey as a beggar.

In this world, those who will give alms to beggars, except for particularly kind people, only Gongzhen will have this kind of behavior. No, no, in other places, it is strange that beggars who waste food are not killed......

Joy, anger, sorrow, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar tea. In fact, except for a few people, this world is so ordinary.

So I'm not going to write about little things like a little girl falling, there are too many.

But it was true that a little girl had fallen in front of me, and she was miserable and miserable, and the only one who was holding a lollipop tightly in her hand was holding it high.

As an extremely boring beggar gentleman, I hurriedly stepped forward to help her up. She looked at me affectionately and then spat at me.

Hey, funny little guy, it's going to spit at such a young age.

Maybe because of what I just did, I finally have money in my broken bowl. I looked up, and I saw the face of a clown.

He sat down next to me and said the first thing he said, "We're actually the same." ”

I thought: It's more like, sometimes you're worse than me.

He didn't need any answer from me at all, as if he was just talking to himself against a wall, and continued: "We grovel, we desperately try to sell dignity. I'm tired, I'm tired. No one will care about me. ”

I continued to think: you are indeed tired. Do you have to step on a tightrope with such a fat body? But you're lucky enough to catch someone and complain about being a psychiatrist.

"But you're different. He finally turned to look at me.

Why am I a little surprised inexplicably?

"What's the difference? ”

"Haha, you see, the way you speak, the way you look at them, the smile in your eyes and your behavior, it's all different. Mr. Clown burst out laughing, and laughed heartily.

I'm starting to think he's a gay guy. Observed too closely.

"You can call me Jessefa, Mr. Beggar. You say, why do some people feel trustworthy from the bottom of their hearts when they look at him for the first time, and they feel the urge to talk to him, while some people feel that he is selfish at the first glance?"

Temperament is something to cultivate, so I don't want to answer him this question.

"You're not a beggar, aren't you willing to introduce yourself to me?" Mr. Chubby Clown forced a conversation with me.

"My name is Bu Wound. I'm a psychiatrist. And, Mr. Jessefer, it's time for you to lose weight. ”

I must be vague to say that I don't like him.

"Oh dear Mr. Step, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am so honored that you are a respected psychiatrist. ”

......

Enthusiastic Jessica. I suspect that my incessant hints and rejections are in his eyes. Things are a little bit bad.

"Mom, I'm going to kiss Uncle Clown!" said a cute little girl with her hair in a bun and a bubble of snot running over and her grandmother said.

Jesse Fernandes laughed, and instantly played with the little girl, kissing and hugging, what kind of system.

"Uncle Clown, is this Uncle Beggar your friend?" asked the little girl, sitting on Jessefer's lap and blinking wide-eyed.

"Yes, he's Uncle Clown's best friend~. Jessefer replied in a childish tone.

"Then I'll kiss it too!" said the little girl.

"You are not allowed to kiss your mouth, you can only kiss your face. I was about to tell the little girl the rules of kissing, but was interrupted by her mother's shouting: "Kiss anyone, kiss anyone, don't kiss him!"

Strangely, when she stood aside before, she didn't show the slightest unfriendliness to me, and even nodded.

"Shall we go and talk?" said Mom, handing the little girl to Jessefer, and then turning to me.

I nodded blankly.

She led me around the corner and scolded me. I looked at her with tears and laughter, for she tossed and turned over the words beast, mean, poor beggar, pig, to die, to stink, and so on.

I suddenly had a feeling that my daughter wanted to kiss her father, but her mother was jealous.

How good, scolding people is so fresh. Looking at their backs, I don't know what kind of mood I feel. All I know is that I suddenly miss Smile so much.

Jesse and I sat side by side, and without saying a word, took my leave.

You will find annoyed by people who are enthusiastic when you first start making friends. But when you get along for a while, you will be more comfortable. Jesse Fa is such a person. So, I also installed "eyes" at his house to show my respect for my friend.

Another day and night passed, and nothing major happened. Early on the third morning, I packed my belongings, ended my life as a beggar, and returned to the smiling embrace that I had been thinking about day and night.

In the past two days, the surveillance of Jin, Wang Li and Bai An has generated video footage. Jin's house is still normal, Wang Li seems to have changed back to a normal person, but Bai An surprised me again. She really had something to hide from me.

On the night I became a beggar, Bai An seemed to have a terrible nightmare. She sat up from the bed sweating profusely, and then, like a poor rabbit, slowly moved to the corner of the room, covered herself with the quilt, and shivered incessantly. Her whimpering could be heard very clearly, and tears could be seen involuntarily dripping on the quilt from her only exposed face.

She was so scared.

She sat like this all night, her face sometimes dazed, sometimes hateful, sometimes afraid.

In the early hours of the next morning, she looked unusually haggard, her hair was messy, and her tears were still there. But she is still in a white dress, and she is so holy with the pure white little rental house.

She found a needle and inhaled some kind of liquid. Gently walked towards the cage containing the white rabbit. The footsteps were as light as if they were non-existent.

She slowly injected the liquid into one of the white rabbits, and within a minute the white rabbits were still. She gently placed the white rabbit on the table, then took out various knives from the kitchen, such as a bone chopping knife, a fruit knife, and scissors, and placed them on the right side of the white rabbit.

She laid out the white rabbit with an expressionless face, then picked up the fruit knife, and gently gestured with her slender white fingers, slowly drawing a red line on the white rabbit's stomach. Maybe the dose of the drug just injected is not enough, and the white rabbit wakes up in pain. Bai An hurriedly pressed the white rabbit, and the blood kept flowing out, and even the blood could be seen spurting out. The white rabbit may be crazy, struggling more and more fiercely, seeing that she is about to be unable to hold it down, but seeing that Bai An quickly picked up the bone chopping knife next to her and slashed at the white rabbit's neck.

Of course, she couldn't cut it accurately, but she still cut off most of the white rabbit's neck, and dark red blood splashed on her white dress, and a few drops of blood splashed on her face, a few drops of blood and a white face, forming a bewitching picture. Her expression remained the same as the rabbit struggled, as if she were another person without a heart entirely.

It's broken. It turned out that Bai An's second personality had already been formed.

She gently placed the bone chopping knife in its original position and continued to position the white rabbit, and then, she skillfully peeled off the white rabbit's skin.

Looking at a lump of flesh without skin, she finally smiled, it was a smile, and there were two shallow dimples, just like the expression we had when we first met, as if innocent, as if ignorant. She picked up the fruit knife and slowly gestured to the white rabbit from head to toe, as if admiring her craft.

Gently poked, twice, three times... Heavier and heavier, heavier and heavier! until both hands held the knife together and stabbed it hard! Poke and stab, and tears flowed down their eyes, and more and more and more, and more and more. Finally, she couldn't help it anymore, and squatted on the ground with a whoop and cried......

Looking at the white room, the splash of bright red blood, the corpse of the rabbit and the crying Bai An: such a strong contrast made me feel an incomparable beauty.

I felt even more pity for her.

Because she wept and called out my name.

Then she killed the turtle. The steps are almost similar: beheading, smashing turtle shells, smashing meat.

In this way, she seemed to be tired and fell asleep in a mess.

After calming down, the whole picture is full of beauty that almost suffocates me.

Bai An is still kind after all. In this world, people who have suffered like her and can still insist on not killing people are already kind to the level of textbooks.

She cried partly because she was venting, and partly because she hated killing animals.

She was really afraid, she was afraid that she would keep killing like this, afraid that others would find out that behind her quiet and kind appearance, there was a hypocritical and dirty heart. She felt sick herself. And when she couldn't control herself, she felt even more disgusted.

The moment she kills an animal, she is filled with a sense of certainty and peace of happiness, a sense of triumph and security that 'I'm in control of everything'. At that moment, no matter how much pressure there was before, I felt at ease all over.

As I said, perverts, are addictive.

The feeling of crazy venting and sudden relaxation after stress is like taking drugs, and this feeling is enough to make people addicted.

It's very hard to change something that is already addictive. But I still have to do my best to help her.

But not these days.

I have more important things to do.