The "pushpin man" was wheeled into the hospital's special ward, where several surgeons gathered to discuss how to treat him, as they had never received such a special wounded before.

Hang Yi and others stood in the corridor of the hospital and talked about it. Hang Yi thought that "Pushpin Man" was the work of a certain superpower person in Class 13, and he asked Shu Fei: "Your superpower is 'tracking', can you track down who did it to this person?" ”

Shu Fei said: "I'm afraid not, the condition for me to launch 'tracking' is that I have learned the relevant information about someone, such as name, appearance, etc., in order to sense their location and track them." If you don't know anything about it, you can't get started. ”

Lu Hua asked, "Hang Yi, why do you think this was done by someone in Class 13?" ”

Hang Yi said: "Didn't there be several recent incidents of self-harm and suicide reported on the Internet and TV before? It is no coincidence that this kind of thing has happened one after another recently. ”

"If it was done by some superpower, why did he do it to these ordinary people?"

"Everyone's personality and ideas are different, some people are concerned about how to survive and win in this competition, but some people may just enjoy the thrill of superpowers." Hang Yi said.

"There may be some people who regard themselves with extraordinary abilities as 'gods' who dominate all beings." Han Feng said.

Sina looked at him.

"It's just a gut feeling." Han Feng shrugged his shoulders.

At this time, several TV reporters carrying cameras and microphones walked towards the special ward, followed by a group of people watching the excitement. The doctor told the reporter that it was inconvenient for the injured to be interviewed now, but the reporter soaked for a long time, and the doctor finally compromised. When the reporter entered the ward, some people stood at the 'door' and watched, and Hang Yi and others were among them.

The pushpin man was lying on his sickbed, and although his condition seemed miserable to others, he himself showed an unimaginable serenity, as if the sins he had suffered were merely the practice of an ascetic.

The reporter cautiously approached him and asked, "Hello, I'm a reporter from XX Satellite TV, can you speak?" ”

"Yes." The pushpin man said calmly.

"Can you tell us who covered you with thumbtacks?"

"Myself."

"Yourself?"

"Yes."

"Why are you doing that?"

"Atonement."

"What did you do? Why is atonement needed? ”

"Because I'm insulting and swearing."

"Can you tell us what happened?"

The pushpin man was silent.

At this time, two policemen pushed through the crowd and walked into the ward, where they showed their police ID cards to reporters and said, "Suspend the interview, we police want to know the facts of the case." ”

The pushpin man spoke: "Officer, this is not a case, I was disciplined voluntarily." ”

"Whether you volunteer or not, tell us what happened and why you did it." Said the policeman.

This is exactly the question that the journalists are interested in, they have not left, they are still carrying cameras to shoot, and the police are too lazy to pay attention to them.

The pushpin man could not resist the police's questioning, and he was silent for a long time, saying: "I am a bus driver, and yesterday afternoon, the bus I was driving had a scratch with a taxi. I thought it was the other party's responsibility, so I scolded him with foul language.

At this time, a young man in the car warned me not to swear again. I was angry, and instead of paying attention, I insulted him. He said that my actions should be punished, and as soon as he said that, something terrible happened.

"My mouth was torn open by a miraculous force, and the boiling water from nowhere rushed down my throat and esophagus, and I was so hot that it seemed that my whole intestines were scalded and burned......"

As he said this, his whole body began to 'twitch', as if the pain had been regained. The police couldn't help frowning, and the people gathered around the 'door' were even more shocked.

Hang Yi and his companions glanced at each other, apparently their previous conjectures had been confirmed.

The pushpin man continued: "This pain cannot be described in words, and the most terrible thing is that time seems to stand still, and this torture never ends...... I began to beg for mercy with a slurred speech, and I don't know how long it took for me to finally return to reality, only to realize that everything seemed to be a hallucination. But the pain I suffered was real!

"Everyone in the car looked at me in amazement, but the young man who had warned me told me that this was my punishment for foul language, and that if I did not want to suffer this torture again, I would sincerely repent of it, and remember it with physical suffering.

So, I bought dozens of boxes of thumbtacks and went home, took off my clothes, and pressed the thumbtacks in* until there was no place anywhere in my body to press the pins. My family thought I was crazy and forcibly sent me to the hospital. ”

After listening to his account, the policeman looked at him with suspicion: "What you said is all true? ”

"There are no half-truths."

"That young man, how old is it? What does it look like and what are its characteristics? ”

The pushpin man seemed to be afraid that if he 'revealed' his information, he would be punished by heaven, and he said: "It's just an ordinary young man, without any characteristics." ”

The police sensed his resistance, and in view of the fact that the matter was really unbelievable, they did not know how to pursue it for a while, so they had to leave temporarily. Before walking out of the ward, a policeman couldn't help but look back and ask, "Are you really able to press the thumbtacks into your body one by one?" ”

The pushpin man said slowly, "Officer, you haven't experienced what happened to me, and it's impossible to understand. Compared to the hellish torture, the damage caused by the thumbtackin is like a mosquito bite. ”

The policeman looked at him for a moment, then turned and left.

The reporter is ready to continue the interview to get more details. A reporter's mobile phone rang, he picked up the phone and listened to a few words, and said excitedly to his companion: "The audience broke the news that someone committed suicide in a car crash on Bai 'Yu' Street just now, and it is estimated that it is the same type of incident." ”

In order to rush to the scene immediately to report first-hand, several reporters had to temporarily abandon the interview with the pushpin man and hurried to the next incident point.

Hang Yi and a few companions looked at each other and decided to follow the reporter.

The "pushpin man" was wheeled into the hospital's special ward, where several surgeons gathered to discuss how to treat him, as they had never received such a special wounded before.

Hang Yi and others stood in the corridor of the hospital and talked about it. Hang Yi thought that "Pushpin Man" was the work of a certain superpower person in Class 13, and he asked Shu Fei: "Your superpower is 'tracking', can you track down who did it to this person?" ”

Shu Fei said: "I'm afraid not, the condition for me to launch 'tracking' is that I have learned the relevant information about someone, such as name, appearance, etc., in order to sense their location and track them." If you don't know anything about it, you can't get started. ”

Lu Hua asked, "Hang Yi, why do you think this was done by someone in Class 13?" ”

Hang Yi said: "Didn't there be several recent incidents of self-harm and suicide reported on the Internet and TV before? It is no coincidence that this kind of thing has happened one after another recently. ”

"If it was done by some superpower, why did he do it to these ordinary people?"

"Everyone's personality and ideas are different, some people are concerned about how to survive and win in this competition, but some people may just enjoy the thrill of superpowers." Hang Yi said.

"There may be some people who regard themselves with extraordinary abilities as 'gods' who dominate all beings." Han Feng said.

Sina looked at him.

"It's just a gut feeling." Han Feng shrugged his shoulders.

At this time, several TV reporters carrying cameras and microphones walked towards the special ward, followed by a group of people watching the excitement. The doctor told the reporter that it was inconvenient for the injured to be interviewed now, but the reporter soaked for a long time, and the doctor finally compromised. When the reporter entered the ward, some people stood at the 'door' and watched, and Hang Yi and others were among them.

The pushpin man was lying on his sickbed, and although his condition seemed miserable to others, he himself showed an unimaginable serenity, as if the sins he had suffered were merely the practice of an ascetic.

The reporter cautiously approached him and asked, "Hello, I'm a reporter from XX Satellite TV, can you speak?" ”

"Yes." The pushpin man said calmly.

"Can you tell us who covered you with thumbtacks?"

"Myself."

"Yourself?"

"Yes."

"Why are you doing that?"

"Atonement."

"What did you do? Why is atonement needed? ”

"Because I'm insulting and swearing."

"Can you tell us what happened?"

The pushpin man was silent.

At this time, two policemen pushed through the crowd and walked into the ward, where they showed their police ID cards to reporters and said, "Suspend the interview, we police want to know the facts of the case." ”

The pushpin man spoke: "Officer, this is not a case, I was disciplined voluntarily." ”

"Whether you volunteer or not, tell us what happened and why you did it." Said the policeman.

This is exactly the question that the journalists are interested in, they have not left, they are still carrying cameras to shoot, and the police are too lazy to pay attention to them.

The pushpin man could not resist the police's questioning, and he was silent for a long time, saying: "I am a bus driver, and yesterday afternoon, the bus I was driving had a scratch with a taxi. I thought it was the other party's responsibility, so I scolded him with foul language.

At this time, a young man in the car warned me not to swear again. I was angry, and instead of paying attention, I insulted him. He said that my actions should be punished, and as soon as he said that, something terrible happened.

"My mouth was torn open by a miraculous force, and the boiling water from nowhere rushed down my throat and esophagus, and I was so hot that it seemed that my whole intestines were scalded and burned......"

As he said this, his whole body began to 'twitch', as if the pain had been regained. The police couldn't help frowning, and the people gathered around the 'door' were even more shocked.

Hang Yi and his companions glanced at each other, apparently their previous conjectures had been confirmed.

The pushpin man continued: "This pain cannot be described in words, and the most terrible thing is that time seems to stand still, and this torture never ends...... I began to beg for mercy with a slurred speech, and I don't know how long it took for me to finally return to reality, only to realize that everything seemed to be a hallucination. But the pain I suffered was real!

"Everyone in the car looked at me in amazement, but the young man who had warned me told me that this was my punishment for foul language, and that if I did not want to suffer this torture again, I would sincerely repent of it, and remember it with physical suffering.

So, I bought dozens of boxes of thumbtacks and went home, took off my clothes, and pressed the thumbtacks in* until there was no place anywhere in my body to press the pins. My family thought I was crazy and forcibly sent me to the hospital. ”

After listening to his account, the policeman looked at him with suspicion: "What you said is all true? ”

"There are no half-truths."

"That young man, how old is it? What does it look like and what are its characteristics? ”

The pushpin man seemed to be afraid that if he 'revealed' his information, he would be punished by heaven, and he said: "It's just an ordinary young man, without any characteristics." ”

The police sensed his resistance, and in view of the fact that the matter was really unbelievable, they did not know how to pursue it for a while, so they had to leave temporarily. Before walking out of the ward, a policeman couldn't help but look back and ask, "Are you really able to press the thumbtacks into your body one by one?" ”

The pushpin man said slowly, "Officer, you haven't experienced what happened to me, and it's impossible to understand. Compared to the hellish torture, the damage caused by the thumbtackin is like a mosquito bite. ”

The policeman looked at him for a moment, then turned and left.

The reporter is ready to continue the interview to get more details. A reporter's mobile phone rang, he picked up the phone and listened to a few words, and said excitedly to his companion: "The audience broke the news that someone committed suicide in a car crash on Bai 'Yu' Street just now, and it is estimated that it is the same type of incident." ”

In order to rush to the scene immediately to report first-hand, several reporters had to temporarily abandon the interview with the pushpin man and hurried to the next incident point.

Hang Yi and a few companions looked at each other and decided to follow the reporter.