There is a devil in everyone's heart, but my bottom line is still there.

Don't push me, why are soft-hearted people always oppressed.

My heart is very tired, and everything is so far from what I think.

A man in a white tank top, black sports shorts, and a cigarette in his hand crouched in the corner, spitting smoke rings in his mouth, and the expression on his face was cloudy.

The fist clenched tightly, gently let go, took a puff of cigarette, and frowned deeply.

Throwing away the cigarette butt, patting the dust off his body, exhaling softly, exhaling all the smoke in his chest, shouting at the sky.

"Little Ghost Lin, what are you calling at night?"

"Don't scream, be careful to call the police."

"Are you looking for death, what's the ghost called at night?"

Lin He laughed loudly, and a loud roar temporarily spit out the stuffiness in his heart.

Lin He is just an employee of an ordinary small company, his salary is only enough to support his own life, and he is now alone, an orphan who was abandoned at the age of four, and has been blinded by others since he was a child, and his life of being shouted wild seeds will not end because of growth.

The education is not high, the job is ordinary, and a small house of only forty or fifty square meters is only left to him after the death of an old man who once adopted him.

He has grown up in the abuse and disdain of others, and the only thing that warms him is the warm care and nurturing of the old man, and these ended last year, and now he is only lonely in this world, I don't know where my biological parents are, I don't know the future, and my eyes are blank.

In the company, everyone shares the things at hand with him, but his mind always accepts the pressure of others, suppresses his inner emotions, has a smile on his face, helplessly does other people's things, and is busy with his own business overtime.

In the end, it is always the criticism and education of the leader.

He didn't hate his parents who abandoned him, but why he didn't want him to give birth to him.

Touching the string of small beads that the old man hung on his hand when he left, his heart was like pressing a stone, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

When the old man was there, there was no scenery, he was dirty all day long, and the family lived by picking up garbage, and when he left, he was only wearing decent clothes, and he was not able to bury him properly.

This is his grievance and the only regret in his heart.

Holding the string of small beads in his hand, making a creaking sound, Lin He lowered his head, tears fell, I don't know whether it was grievance or sadness.

The cracks on the small beads were already dense, and they couldn't withstand Lin He's hands, and with his strength, the beads were broken one by one in his hands, and he hadn't noticed it yet.

The whole person was immersed in memories and thoughts, but he didn't notice a ripple on the crack of the small bead, and a faint blue light flickered.

"He'er, don't hate your parents."

"Without them, you wouldn't have been born."

"Look at how beautiful the world is, it's just that I'm old and can't walk anymore."

Thinking about what the old man said, as well as the memory of this world when he died, the resentment in Lin He's heart rushed to his head, and his head was in a trance.

"It's hard for you to pick up garbage with the old man to make a living."

"Follow the old man's surname, and when you find your biological parents in the future, it is very important to change your surname and recognize your ancestors."

Thinking about it, Lin He's eyelids became heavier and heavier, his eyes were full of tears, and the negative emotions piled up in his head one after another, about to explode his head.

The clenched fist became tighter and tighter, and a tingling pain made him feel excited, and he spread out his palm, on which lay a little white powder, a slender scratch in the palm of his hand, and a trace of blood mixed with the powder of broken beads and crumpled into a ball.

He put the scraps in his hand on the table and took a piece of paper to wipe the wound.

"Smack!"

Lin He slapped himself in the face, his face full of hideousness.

Lin He, Lin He, you can't even protect the relics left by the old man, what a waste.

Picked up a cigarette and lit it, slammed the lighter on the wall like a vent, slapped the table with a hideous face, and slapped it vigorously on the broken beads, painfully stimulating his palms, and his head was about to burst.

The pain continued, slowly numbing, the table was covered with his blood, gritting his teeth and glaring at his eyes, unwilling thoughts began to spread to his spirit.

The broken beads were glowing blue and wandering in the white powder, I don't know if it was a problem with the material of the broken beads, but under Lin He's beating, they turned into powder strangely.

"Whew."

Lin He exhaled lightly, didn't look at the blood stains on his palms, slapped his face again, threw away the cigarette and stepped on it.

"Die, die, it's long overdue." Lin He looked at the ceiling with a dead face and said in his mouth.

"No, you can't die."

"I'm so tired, my head is going to explode."

Lin He hugged his head, his face was painful, and after a while, he stood up, took out a white silk from the table, and looked up at the beams on the ceiling.

There was a smile on his face.

However, it is unfair.

Good people are not rewarded, and it is too tiring to live, so it is better to die.

Bai Aya flew over the beam with him, tied a dead knot, put it on his chin, poured a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and spit it out gently, his head quickly filtering through what he had experienced.

"Okay, it's time to go, I'm tired of the world."

Kicking off the chair under his feet, he writhed his body in pain, suffocating and feeling that his face began to turn blue, and his body felt like he was going to be numb and unconscious.

In his head, he replayed the bits and pieces of his life like a computer slideshow, and it was only a few seconds to broadcast his life.

His body began to stop writhing, his eyes widened, a trace of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his feet began to straighten and he couldn't exert any force.

"It's uncomfortable."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

The instinct to survive made his head agitated, and a force from nowhere began to fill his body, unable to touch the ground, unable to save himself.

I don't want to die!

At this moment, Lin He regretted it, and suddenly wanted to live, everything in front of him began to blur, and some small black shadows appeared in his intermittent vision.

Could it be that black and white impermanence has come to arrest me?

The writhing body stopped, the hands hung down, the eyes kept wide open, the strength of the whole body was lost from the body, the head was muddy, and the green tendons on the door of the head flared up.

A blue light flickered from the desktop under him, and a gust of wind blew in the room, and more and more, Lin He's hanging body began to shake.

The beads on the table crackled and shattered into powder, and a small tornado scraped against them, and the cyan light flashed in the small tornado, and the tornado grew bigger and brighter.

The strange thing is that the blue light did not shine out through the glass window, the blue light jumped in the room, like a little elf flickering in all corners, cracks appeared all around, and no one knew about the black light and the accompanying whistling sound from the cracks.

The tornado flew towards Lin He's body with the powder, and a flash of light flashed straight into his head, slowly fading the blue light, and the whistling sound gradually subsided.

At this moment, bursts of cyan flames appeared on Lin He's body, and circles of ripples danced in the air.

The flames danced around his body, spreading towards the white aya, and there was no burning scene, just moving around the surface of the object.

"Tear Pull"

A crack appeared on the white silk, getting bigger and bigger, Lin He's body shook without wind, the crack got bigger and bigger, and it broke apart with the tearing sound.

Lin He's body fell down heavily.

"Feel free to shuttle and self-start."

"Weak host vital signs, enforce auto-healing!"

"Low energy!"

"Low energy!"

"Ding"

"Turn on the shuttle rescue function and automatically absorb energy."

"Spatial positioning success."

"Detect no spatial turbulence, allow the execution of shuttle functions."

"Welcome to 。。。。。。。。"