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When I saw the sun again, I was sure I was alive.

I found myself lying in front of the tombstone at the top of the hill. The person in the photo looked at me coldly, with hatred in the corners of his eyes.

I know I'm not dreaming, at least the bruises on my body are a testament to what happened last night.

Of course, those "strawberries" on the neck can't be counted.

Looking at that color photo, I couldn't be angry!

Just scare me, you want to kill me! Lao Tzu rewards you with an 86-year-old child's urine!

It was the first time I had peed so painfully and so refreshed. It's a feeling of raising eyebrows, a kind of depressing release, and it's fucking cool anyway!

Sometimes I feel that life is very unreal, love can only be in dreams, and career is to sweep the cemetery.

But people live just to fill their stomachs, and then there is a person who has a heart, pretending to be a master if there are conditions, and pretending to be a grandson if there are no conditions, what else can it do?

Luxury cars can't fly, and mansions are just a sleep.

What do people pursue in life? This question has been bothering me for at least a decade.

When I write about these things, I know that 99% of people can't believe them, but I still want to write them, even if it's just a joke and a story.

When I returned home that day, I saw a policeman standing at the door from a distance.

I was very surprised, and my first reaction was that my novel had been updated by something. I'm not a 110 police center, what does it mean to always be here to redress grievances?

When I walked in, it was the policewoman who asked me to put an egg on the mirror that day.

When she saw me returning, she hurried up to meet me, her face pale and her expression panicked.

"You have to help me!"

Those were the first things she said when she saw me.

I let her into the house and poured her a glass of water.

She frowned and looked at my glass, but she didn't drink it.

I smiled, didn't speak, pulled over the broken chair, and sat across from her.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

As soon as I finished speaking, her expression immediately became nervous, and the tip of her nose began to sweat. The fear on his face could not be concealed.

Seeing her expression, I was also stunned, thought for a while and asked:

"Did you see something?"

She nodded with a frightened look on her face, and suddenly reached out and pulled me up and walked out.

Her family lives in a troubled area, and I wonder if there are usually any ghosts in such places.

But the moment she opened the door, I sensed something was wrong.

Sure enough, as soon as I entered, she suddenly closed the door from the outside and quickly locked it.

I was a little nervous and asked loudly:

"Are you sick? What the hell are you going to do? ”

Through the door, she said with a crying tone:

"Don't blame me, I can't help it, it tortures me all day long, I really can't do it!"

Before I could speak, a strong gust of wind suddenly came from behind, and I shrunk my neck and ducked.

With a "snap", a vase flew over against the scalp, hit the door, and shattered.

A gloomy voice suddenly sounded in the corner, as if laughing rather than laughing, as if crying rather than crying.

I was a little uncertain in my heart, looked around, and asked with some uncertainty:

"You were at the police station that day?"

The lights in the room suddenly turned on, and there was a silent crackling sound of tapping on the computer keyboard.

I took a closer look, and it was a line of large black letters:

"You look down on me?"

I was a little crying and laughing, and I didn't know what to say.

I don't know what this thing has gone to great lengths to get me here, but just as I was about to speak, suddenly my eyes went black, and suddenly it lit up again.

I was a little uncomfortable, and it took me a long time to gradually see the scene in front of me.

It was a barren mountain, and there wasn't even a tree.

There were people in the clearing on the hillside, pointing at the center of the clearing, as if they were talking about something.

I know that's what he wants me to see.

As I got closer, I saw a scene in the middle of the clearing:

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy knelt on the ground, his hands tied behind his back, and kept crying:

"It's not me, it's not me, it's really not me!"

There were several policemen with guns standing beside them, talking to themselves, and no one paid attention to the boy's cries.

After a while, someone came over and said something, and several policemen walked behind the teenager and raised their guns.

The boy's desperate and frightened cries could not stop the gunfire that demanded his life.

"Bang"

The bullet went through his head, and bright red blood mixed with white brains splattered out of a fist-sized hole in his face and spilled onto the ground.

A man walked over, carrying an iron hook in his hand, and put it through the wound on the back of the boy's head, stirring it a few times.

The boy's body twitched a few times with his movements, and then he didn't move.

Everyone left one after another, leaving only the young man's body lying there alone, gradually cold.

During the night, several hungry wolves slowly approached and began to eat his corpse.

After the wolf left, some rats came to me smelling it.

All that was left on the ground was a pile of bones.

I walked over to see that the pile of bones had twisted and stood up.

His entire roof was gone, and only half of the skeleton hung waddly over his shoulder.

I watched him slowly walk towards me, and a faint worry rose in my heart.

Sure enough, when he was still a few meters away from me, he suddenly accelerated and grabbed me by the neck.

Phalanges almost sank into my flesh, unable to break free no matter how hard I struggled.

I realized that I had been deceived by him, and that the things I saw should have been deliberately arranged by him, but I didn't know what he was doing it for.

The strong feeling of suffocation made me feel dizzy for a while, and my consciousness seemed to gradually drift away from me.

There was a sound of soft footsteps behind me, and I tried to turn my head, but I saw a rotten face!

It was supposed to be a woman's face, and the whole face was gone.

From time to time a worm came out of the rotting flesh, crawled on her face for a while, and then burrowed in from another place...

She must have been laughing, thinking I saw her teeth.

The teeth were stuffed with shredded meat, and in some places there was fresh blood.

She slowly pressed her face up, and the thick stench made me sick for a while.

Suddenly, it was as if something had hit me the back of my head, and my eyes went black, and I didn't know anything.

When I opened my eyes, what appeared in my eyes was indeed a woman's face.

I didn't look closely, and it was a shot when I raised my hand.

"Ahh

The woman screamed.

I felt that something was wrong, and when I looked closely, it was the policewoman who tricked me.

I thought: You are not wronged by this punch!

She was stunned for a moment, then covered her face and sobbed quietly.

I had nowhere to get out of the fire in my stomach, and I was in no mood to pay attention to her at all.

Suddenly she hugged me with all her might, and she began to cry...