Time, countless hours are always so boring.

He lay on his back on a folding chair in the room, staring blankly at the white ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

No news...... No news yet......

Why...... Why......

God...... Didn't show up......

I've done it, I've done what God has done, but why hasn't there been a response......

I'm a genius and I've known this since I was a kid.

As a result of my early exposure to foreign works, I already felt that I was different from others when I was five years old.

That group of people only knew that they opened their eyes every day, closed their eyes, ate and slept stupidly, and mixed day after day, and never thought about other problems.

A bunch of parasites that just know how to waste fresh air.

Every time I was with them, I felt as if the air around me had become turbid, and the turbid air suffocated me, but I could only endure it.

Bear with me...... Bear with me......

Suffocate...... Continue to suffocate......

When I was 10 years old, I painted a picture in which I was the leader, I was directing everybody to do their job, everything was so harmonious – this was my inner world, I wanted to be that leader, high up, everybody had to listen to my voice carefully, try to figure out my every move, and obey everything I did.

But...... Why don't they care about my feelings in real life?

No one appreciates this painting, their gaze only superficially stays at the level of my painting, but they have never touched my real inner world.

"It's a bit abstract, let's learn how to draw people first!" These are the words of Mom.

"What should I learn to draw, I should study hard at this time, what should I do when I learn to paint? Do you want to grow up and become a painter? Give up, that kind of thing is not something we ordinary people can do. "That's Daddy's word.

Repression...... Suffocate...... This time it turned out to be particularly intense......

I want to be a painter, to be an admired painter!

As if stimulated, I started to find an art teacher and practice my painting skills, and I wanted to prove to those adults that nothing is impossible if I wanted to do it!

But...... I failed......

Maybe it's because I don't have a talent for painting, or maybe it's because I think my parents say that becoming a painter is the luxury of ordinary people...... In short, I failed, and after two years of bad work, I ended up only slightly better than my peers, and finally had to give up painting in junior high school.

Maybe it was because of the optimism of a child, or maybe it was really because I had a strong heart, in short, I didn't feel sad about it for long, but became obsessed with another kind of creation - writing.

I have been devastated by composition since I was a child, but I didn't expect that when I reached junior high school, I reflected a better talent than others in Chinese composition.

- Now that I think about it, I guess the books I used to read gave me a lot of inspiration!

- In short, the complicated and incomprehensible essay topics that seem to others always seem so simple and easy to understand in front of me, and at some moments, I can't even understand why their essays are so badly written.

During this time, due to my composition, I began to become what my classmates called "top students", and my Chinese teacher valued me very much and set me up as the representative of the Chinese class, and my classmates often asked me for various questions...... During that time, I felt a sense of importance that I had never felt before.

- It was the feeling of the stars holding the moon - everyone revolved around them, everyone looked at them with a kind of adoration that they had never felt before. This feeling is the most addictive and addictive.

- So, I started to try to write a novel, and after overcoming the emotion called "embarrassed", I began to pass on my own articles to other people, and soon received the praise from the class, and at this moment, it felt as if all the people in the world were starting to revolve around me.

- Sinking deeper and deeper...... Sink deeper and deeper...... I don't know when writing novels gradually became my whole thing - I began to get bored of school, I began to lose interest in everything, because there was a group of people who admired me, and this pleasure was like the best drug in the world, and once I tried it, I could never turn back, I could only drift away.

I know it's poison, I know it's a trap, but I still willingly indulge in it, and I'm willing to immerse myself in this self-deceptive lie until the moment I wake up from my dream......

"What are you writing here?! I said why are your grades starting to drop lately, you have been doing this every day! ”

Honkai ...... Completely destroyed......

The articles that had taken me so much effort to write were ruthlessly lifted, and then slammed to the ground, and the eyes of others were like countless invisible bullets that completely pierced the false self-esteem that had been built, and before I could react, the thick notebook was picked up again, and with the force that pulled it to both sides, it turned into countless butterflies flying in the air.

And that's not all, each butterfly is picked up again, and then the wings, which symbolize freedom, are torn in half again, and then again...... Again...... Until every page of notes has become an irretrievable piece of paper.

- Ridicule, constant ridicule, finally at this moment made the original appearance of those people completely exposed, tearing apart the bloody truth that I didn't want to look at directly, even if the flesh and blood were blurred, but it could be accompanied by pain to completely shatter the false dream that was originally constructed like self-deception, leaving only a self-defeating self......

- Original...... None of this has changed......

- It turns out that they have always taken me as a joke...... It's a joke stock......

- It turns out that those I thought I worshipped...... My self-righteous skills...... It's just my fantasy......

- I saw some darkness in the world and was in a bad mood...... Soak up a little serotonin from the sun......

This incident completely became the fuse that detonated the darkness in his heart, he began to become unsociable, began to become withdrawn, just basking in the sun by himself every day, others asked him what he was doing, he just replied lightly: "Absorb serotonin." ”

This will make him feel that what he is saying has a lot of meaning.

Unfortunately, other people don't feel this, and over time, he becomes a freak in the eyes of others.

Every day the hustle and bustle has nothing to do with him, he has no intention of appreciating the scenery every day, every time he makes a friend, he will constantly pour out his emotions to the other party, and constantly pour negative energy to the outside world - over time, no one wants to be his "emotional trash can" anymore.

- Why, why do I always make others unhappy?

- They all end up leaving me, they often hate me behind their backs, they think I don't know, but in fact, I know it, they hate me.

- Sometimes when no one is around, I want to vent, but I can't cry, I drink a lot of water, but I just can't cry, and this situation has been going on for a long time. When I was a child, I could still cry when I was a child, but I don't know what year, but I gradually couldn't cry anymore.

- In recent years, every night I have been in a bad mood, I don't know who to tell it, I can only rely on the serotonin brought by the sun's rays to make myself feel good for a while, and every time I hear laughter, I always feel ...... They were laughing at me......

- As for my parents...... They didn't teach me...... Teach me how to socialize, and they will only belittle me and laugh at me...... Occasionally, it may also comfort me. Before I was in my second year of high school, the world was all black, as if the whole society was like this: my classmates bullied, my parents ridiculed, and my best friends left me......

However, in the sophomore year of high school...... Everything is different.

- Daddy...... He saw something terrible, he went crazy, and to make matters worse, he fell to the doorframe and was paralyzed.

- And Mom...... It was in a desperate situation that the family chose to abandon ...... Abandon me, abandon this whole family......

- But why...... I didn't feel sad, did I?

- Mother is gone, father is paralyzed...... No one will stand in my way anymore, and those who laughed at me will no longer be able to make a sound!

— and the one who did all this...... It's God!

- He took away the biggest obstacle from my side! He was the one who helped me sweep away the two people I hated the most! Only he is worthy of being my "teacher"!

- In response to the teacher's gift, I had to do something!

Since that time, he began to study, continued to study, tried his best to digest Mr. Hara's hard knowledge, and succeeded in obtaining the qualification to go to college with great effort - God proved with his own deeds that only if you are smart enough can you be qualified to commit crimes!

- The mentally ill man...... The only mentally ill person who is willing to listen to his own voice...... Maybe sooner or later, he'll become my pawn too...... But when that day comes, am I really determined to push him into the abyss? Even if he's my only friend?

- But...... As I've been through...... If this friendship continues, sooner or later he will leave me!

- It's better to ...... Break it first!

The twisted darkness crept up into his heart, and the deformed monsters contained in it frantically gnawed at humanity, everything was so silent and irreversible.

"Didi-"

The sound of the computer echoed through the empty room, and he shook his head, carefully bypassing the trash on the floor and clicking on the email.

- Who is it...... I don't remember anyone looking for ...... at this time

His pupils dilated in an instant, and the hairs on his body stood up, and the contents of that email excited him and frightened him.

Hello, my copycat.

I'm a Yunxiang murderer.

Tsai read the email carefully, his brain racing, and he wanted to memorize it all by this time, but he knew that he couldn't do it - the email was already written with instructions for the next step.

"Teacher, your most proud student will complete the instructions you give perfectly!"

In the empty room, a young man who had fallen into a demon was taking an oath reverently.