Does the so-called homicidal addiction exist? Actually, it's not that important, some people become addicted to smoking, some people are addicted to drinking, what we need to do is not to explore whether the so-called addiction exists.

The most important thing we should do is to eliminate tobacco and alcohol, or stop smoking and drinking, right?

Most of the time, we tend not to admit that we are addicted to something. The person who asked this question was too ignorant to tell her that I was addicted to something.

I understand why she is so curious? But curiosity often kills cats.

Song Zhiyu often smokes, he has a great addiction to smoking, and I am also curious, why is his addiction to smoking so big? He never told me why he liked to smoke? I don't think he can even tell.

In order to know why he likes to smoke so much, I actually smoked myself, but I just wanted to know how attractive it was. As a result, I also became addicted to smoking.

Don't try to understand an addiction, or you're going to get it!

"Shh I put my index finger to my lips.

She looked at me, the light in her eyes gone. Like a deflated ball, she slowly sat back in the chair across from me.

She looked out the window, and the sky outside was still very blue, with faint white clouds. There was not a single ray of sunlight shining in the interrogation room, and the light was dim.

She sat with her back to the light, her face clouded, and when she looked out the window, she turned her face sideways, half bright and half dark.

"Can I leave?" I asked her, and there was nothing wrong with it, and I wanted to leave.

She looked at me again and didn't say anything, just nodded.

I got up from my chair, and without any hesitation, I left my seat and walked towards the door. I opened the door and was about to walk out when she spoke again.

"I've already given you a chance that time from your aunt, and I won't let you go again this time."

I didn't speak, but remembered the day my aunt was buried, and what she said to me, "I'll give you a chance this time, and I won't let you go next time." ”

The hallway was empty, and the time was 8:53. At this time, the students are in class, and reporters and photographers are not allowed to enter the teaching area during class hours.

The interrogation room was on the first floor and my classroom was on the fifth floor. To be honest, I didn't want to go back to the classroom, but I had nowhere to go. I passed by a classroom where the students were all in class and the teacher was lecturing on the podium.

Some of them kept looking at me when they saw me, and they motioned for their classmates to look at me as well.

When I went back to my class, it was an English class, and I don't know why I didn't have the courage to go in, I kept standing at the door of the classroom.

I saw that a classmate saw me, and she immediately patted the classmate next to her to give her a look, and that classmate also saw me. Their expressions were smiling.

I left the classroom very quickly, and I didn't want more people to see me. I went to the bathroom again, I went to the innermost bathroom and closed the door, and I sat on the toilet with my phone in my hand.

I felt dizzy, maybe I was sick, I felt that I was particularly unconscious, I thought of a lot of things, goldfish, aunt, Xing Lu, I thought of some dead people, which made me feel terrible.

The bathroom was very dark and dimly lit, but I felt that it was a good protection and I felt more comfortable here than anywhere else in the school.

On the door of the bathroom was written three words in lipstick: "I hate you!" These three words are not small, they are particularly obvious, and they should have been written in the last few days.

In the past, schools were required to be spotless, there would have been no writing here.

There's no way I'll know who wrote those three words, but I'm willing to guess. There aren't many girls in our school who wear makeup, and there aren't many girls who use this crimson lipstick, and they are juniors in high school, and they don't write very well, and they come to the last bathroom.

The lipstick she put on me last night was crimson, and she always chose the last bathroom, and Li Li was the one who could write these three words.

While I was thinking about all about these three words, the bell rang for the end of class, and soon after, the bathroom was filled with other students.

They only knew there was someone in the last bathroom, but they wouldn't know I was in it. I could hear every word they said.

"You say, Wu Yan will be the one who killed the goldfish?" One girl asked the others, at this time, I also heard the sound of a lighter ignition.

"Who else would she be?" One girl said.

"She was taken away by the officers early this morning, along with those posts on the Internet." Another girl said, "At this time, I smelled smoke."

"I don't like her at all, and if she's really a murderer and goes to prison, I'm pretty happy." The girl who said this, I don't know who she is.

"Who likes her?" One girl laughed, and the other girls laughed in agreement.

"What if she's a murderer? Aren't you afraid? It's terrible, kill three people. "A voice, a voice that hasn't been there before.

No one spoke, and I think they should be looking at each other now, you look at me, I look at you.

"If she can kill me, kill me sooner, who doesn't know that she has always been jealous of me." The only girl who answered the question, I can probably guess who she is.

But I'm not sure if it's her? An urge, an urge that made me want to go out and see who she was, made me open the bathroom door, walk out, and walk towards them.

When they saw me, they looked at me with nothing but shock and fear, and they didn't dare to say anything.

I walked up to the girl who said I was jealous of her, and I asked her "What am I jealous of you?" ”

At this point, as if she had recovered from her panic, she stepped back a little, and distanced herself from me.

"I'm talking about playing." She answered my questions and, unfortunately, she wasn't who I thought she was.

To my surprise, most of these girls didn't actually know me at all, but when they were talking, I thought we had known each other for a long time.

"You don't like me, do you? Do I know you? Why are you talking like I know you very well? I asked them all.

None of them spoke at this time, some lowered their heads, and some looked at each other.

At this time, none of them smoked, they all threw away the unfinished cigarettes, they seemed to be very afraid of me, but when they spoke just now, weren't they all bosses?

No one replied to my words, and quietly, a girl's mobile phone message beeped.

I saw her quietly look at the messages on her phone again.

"Okay, Xiaoyan, don't be angry, we were all talking and playing just now." A girl standing next to me took my hand and said.

At this time, the other girls seemed to grasp the life-saving straw, and they all said that they were just talking about playing.

The girl who was looking at her phone spoke at this time, and the message on her phone was finished.

"I just read the news, the autopsy report of the goldfish has come down, and the goldfish was poisoned!" She held her phone up and signaled that it was a message on her phone.

All the girls took out their phones and looked at the messages on them.

I didn't look at my phone, and I thought of what the female police officer said, "If the goldfish is poisoned, your life will be over." ”

When the girls read the news, they all looked up at me, they didn't speak, and when they looked at me like this, it wasn't that my life was over, it was that they wanted me to be finished.

At this time, Li Li and her friends walked in, and she walked up to me.

"What's going on? Toilet PA

ty? She said this, and then walked over to the mirror, took out her lipstick, and painted her very red lips even redder.

I looked at her in the mirror and her lipstick was crimson!