Xiao Yang's handwriting in the diary is very messy, the ink marks are sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and some are stained in the blank space next to it.

Yang Wenbin flipped to the back page and began to read.

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Weather on xx/x/x/x: Unknown

There was no wind today, we did a lot of heavy work in the factory all day, and we didn't know the weather, so I can only write like this.

The food in prison was terrible, and my fellow inmate, who was as thick as a bucket, found an opportunity to beat me up again. Now I'm lying in the infirmary, enduring the nurses' rolls of eyes at me, and laboriously writing for the day's diary.

I know what they think of me. In their eyes, I am a perverted murderer, and even the dirtiest prostitute is cleaner than I am. So no matter what kind of torture I was subjected to in prison, they would turn a blind eye.

I know I deserve it. Who said that it was I who confessed my sin in the first place.

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Weather on xx/x/x: Fine

The torment continued, but the good news was that I had found some way to avoid getting beaten up — working for the prison bosses or contributing my own chrysanthemums. I think I've become the most despised person I've ever been, but no matter how sad my heart is, reality is as merciless as a blade......

It is useless to say more. I told myself that it was all for her, for my great mother.

She will thank me, she will love me.

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Yang Wenbin frowned, and flipped the diary back to a time that was relatively close to the present.

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Weather on xx/x/x: Rainy

In prison, I often lost my sense of time. I almost lost track of what time it was, and in order to write this journal, I went to the library and asked the administrator, who told me the month and date, and I realized that it was now my fifth year of torment.

I sat at the head of the bed, feeling insensitive. I know that everyone has already decided that I am a ruthless and cold-blooded killer, so well, after so long in prison, I have long since given up being a good person.

But for so long, my mother never came to see me. I can't help but wonder why. I asked the prison guards, I asked the janitors, I asked everyone I could think of, but everyone just shook their heads and said they hadn't seen her.

These people must be lying, I don't believe it. They must have stopped her. I need to work harder to see my mom sooner.

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xx year x month x day (the date is half a month away from the previous one) weather: light rain

(The handwriting in this diary is trembling, and many of the words are crossed out and rewritten after being written misplaced.) ）

I couldn't believe it - today, I secretly rummaged through the janitor's visit records. In the past five years, my mom has really never seen me, and she has never even been outside for a while.

I bear such a great sin, but I can't get a little love from my mother.

I never felt that the walls of a prison were so high. I began to wonder if I had made the right decision in the first place.

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"What was the decision he said he had in the first place?" Yan Junli asked.

Yang Wenbin shook his head, "I don't know, maybe it refers to the decision to commit a crime." ”

The two men continued to read their diaries.

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Weather on xx/x/x: Fine

Today, I found the priest in prison.

I never spoke to him. He was an American missionary, fluent in Chinese, who had been in prison for two years, and he had formed a small church dedicated to redeeming these criminals by faith.

I went to him and said to him, "Father. I'm a murderer. I killed five young and beautiful women, and I slit their throats so that their blood flowed all over the ground, and I had no remorse in my heart. Can people like me be forgiven by God? ”

The priest looked down at me, his old face wrinkled, and his dark blue eyes staring straight at me. I was so hairy at him that I was almost sure what he was going to say.

"Of course, my child." The priest said to me in a deep voice, "God will forgive you if your heart is sincere." ”

"But—" I couldn't resist retorting, but before I could say anything, I was interrupted by the priest's kind smile.

"There is nothing that God cannot forgive." The priest said this to me as if earnest, but as if very casual.

At that moment, my heart was like a big rock that finally fell to the ground.

She can be forgiven. So what am I waiting for?

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Weather on xx/x/x: fog

It's a foggy day, and as we planned, I'm going to take advantage of the fog to get out of this prison.

Mother, I'll see you soon. Now I'm hiding in a damp, dark room, the stench and the smell of rotting flesh driving me crazy, but the thought of me being able to escape soon makes me feel excited.

Now I only pray that OO's plan will succeed, and if it doesn't, it will be a success.

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Yang Wenbin frowned, and his fingers gently stroked the diary. In the last sentence of the journal, an important name is completely obscured by a dark ink stain.

"I can't read the name." Yan Junli obviously also discovered this problem, "Is it an accident?" ”

"I don't think so." Yang Wenbin pointed to him, "You see, although it is not obvious, the ink used in this ink blot and the handwriting of the diary is not the same, and there are subtle differences in color and texture. I don't think it can be ruled out that someone got the diary before us and deliberately painted the name. ”

"yes, I think too. You see, the previous page of this diary was also torn out. Yan Junli said, "I bet that the previous page contained a detailed plan for Xiao Yang's escape. ”

"Keep watching." Yang Wenbin turned the next page again.

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Weather on xx/x/x/x: light rain

I escaped!! I can't believe it!!

Those stupid prison guards really didn't even notice that there was a living person in the pile of dead people! I breathe the air of freedom now, and I can't wait to shout to the sky!

I can't tell you how much I miss my mother, and now I can finally go and see her!

Of course, the first task is to avoid the eyes and ears of the police. I should be able to do that. I could walk through the back of the prison and escape from the west, and that direction would lead to my house.

I have a lot to say to my mother......

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Weather on xx/x/x: Heavy rain

I saw her.

I traveled a lot, asked a lot of passers-by, and it took a lot of effort to find her.

But I didn't dare to enter the door, I only dared to hide behind the window and peek secretly.

After all these years, my mom hasn't changed much. Her face was still delicate, with just a few more inconspicuous wrinkles.