Why is tragedy more common than comedy?

Because killing, fighting, plundering, and death are the essence of animals!

Human beings, who claim to be higher creatures, are only animals in the final analysis!

Atonement, forgiveness, and mercy are all excuses for those who are powerless to achieve their own vengeance! Self-soothing!

Death of nature takes away everything, and sinners do not deserve such equal mercy!

Wounds that once shed blood can only be filled with blood!

A trembling hand clenched a note, its joints slightly white from too much force.

Sinners, sacrifice your lives!

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Shake, shake, shake, a feeling of turning over the river and the sea came up, and the young man rolled over and fell to the ground.

Pain, headache, foot pain, lung pain, joint pain all over the body!

He struggled to sit up against the edge of the table, his breath was full of heavy alcohol, and the stuffy air of the carriage made him feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit at any time!

Squinting his eyes hard, he looked around in the faint light, and his face showed a confused look: Where is this!? Train soft sleeper!?

He got up in a daze, opened the curtains, it was dark outside, the glass window was like a mirror, reflecting a childish and delicate face, the outline was clear and deep, and the soft black hair was a little messy at this time, and there was an inexplicable decadent literary tone. However, a pair of clear eyes flashed with a light that did not match it, in addition to confusion, there was an imperceptible cold light under the eyes, and even he didn't notice it.

He was not very familiar with this face, he touched his cheek with his hand in surprise, and there were two eye-catching moles under his left ear, one red and one black, confirming that the person in the reflection was himself, and he secretly said in surprise: Is this really himself? How did he become unfamiliar with his own appearance?

"Who am I? Who am I? The young man muttered.

"Drunken maniac! If you don't sleep, you won't let others sleep! Hell knows who you are! Look at your own ID! A young man in his early twenties narrowed his misty eyes at the opposite bed, yelled angrily, turned over and faced the wall and continued to sleep.

Identity card!? Right! Identity card! The young man groped up and down his pockets, but found nothing. He turned to look left and right, and there were four beds in the small box, three of which were occupied, so he rushed to the empty bed without hesitation, grabbed the coat on the bed and began to rummage.

After rummaging through for a long time, I turned out a bunch of small bits and pieces, such as keys, tickets, steel hammers, paper towels, and so on. Unable to find a useful clue, he grabbed the dark brown cowhide backpack on the side, everything looked so strange! In the compartment of his backpack, he found a wallet, which was not cashy, but had several bank cards and an ID card.

The photo on the ID card is exactly the same as his, and it clearly reads "Name: Zishumo, Date of Birth: January 1, XXXX, Nationality: Han, Home Address: No. 2-12, No. 13, Section 3, Xingcai Road, Chongcheng City".

Zi Shumo? How can this name be so unfamiliar? Could it be that you have drunk too much alcohol? But why don't you remember drinking at all? It's all so strange! It's incredible! Could it be that this is the legendary drinking fragment? Even if it's broken, it's impossible to forget your name, let alone on the train!

According to the display on the ticket, this is a train to Qiquan Mountain, but I don't know what the hell it is!

There was a mess in his mind, and Zishu strangers were also dizzy, shook a few times, and then collapsed on the bed and fainted.

I don't know how long it took, a burst of terrifying screams woke up Zi Shumo, he panicked around looking for the source of the sound, and finally found a mobile phone from under the pillow, the terrifying scream was the sound of a mobile phone call, and the name of the caller ID was: Bai Mu Niang.

What the hell is this name? Zi Shumo hesitated to pick up the phone, and a charming female voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Hey, my dear little Momo, are you sober?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm your little sister~"

"Sister? Do I have a sister? ”

"Sort of. Okay, without further ado, do you see your goal? ”

"The goal? What is the goal? ”

"Tsk! You really can't drink! The information is already stored in your phone, you can take a good look at it yourself. People are in the carriage next door to you, if you don't understand anything, just call me! Come on, Xiao Momo, the rent and living expenses depend on you! Ah, I'm going to rush to peel the skin, wave ~ shingle! ”

Before Zi Shumo opened his mouth, the other party had already quickly hung up the phone, and a blind sound made Zi Shumo have an illusion, as if his brain had been hollowed out, as if the world stopped for a moment, like white noise on TV.

What "Little Momo"!? What is this scalp-tingling name!? What "peeling"!? Butcher!? Zi Shumo's two sword eyebrows were about to be twisted into pimples.

Suddenly, some misty, shadowy white images flickered in his eyes, as if they were memories of the past, and they seemed to be just phantoms.

"Hey! Feed! Give it a go! A voice pulled Zi Shumo back to reality from his trance, and he noticed that it was already daytime, and he happened to be standing in front of the stairs leading to the upper bunk.

Zishu Mo stepped aside expressionlessly, and said sorry in his heart. The man glanced at Zi Shumo, and his originally angry expression immediately flickered, as if he wanted to lose his temper with him, but found that he was a person who was not easy to mess with. Zi Shumo didn't know that there was indeed a cold look in his eyes at this time.

Zi Shumo didn't care about the change in the other party's expression, still thinking about what Bai Mu Niang said on the phone, she said that the information was in the mobile phone, thinking of this, Zi Shumo hurriedly opened the mobile phone, and sure enough, he saw a small program called "target" on the desktop.

Hesitantly clicked on the program, only to see a cute Q version of the goth Lori staggering and saying: "Hey, dear little Momo, if you are in public now, I strongly recommend that you put on headphones or choose to mute." ”

The voice was the young lady who called him just now, could it be that she wrote this program? Zi Shumo thought about it while choosing to mute.

After clicking to confirm, a photo of a cute girl appeared on the screen, and her information began to roll up like lyrics. According to the data, this lovely girl was born on June 16 in the same year as him, named "Tu Xiuwen", her ancestral home is Cuizhu Town, and she is currently studying in the English Department of Guangyao University in Chongfei City.

While reading this information, Zi Shumo's mind flashed from time to time with scenes of fights and various weapons, and the pictures of these fragments felt more familiar to him than everything he could see. He unconsciously raised his hand and touched the two moles under his left ear, and leaned against the window to look at the information on his phone, the sun outlining his handsome side face with a golden halo.

Why? Why does it feel this way? Are those fragments real memories or a chaotic combination of dreams? But no matter what, all this made Zi Shumo's heart suddenly tighten, and a faint feeling of uneasiness arose. I was afraid, what did I want to do with this goal?