Who's talking? The voice... I can't tell the difference.. I'm not even sure if I actually heard it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A big strong hand grabbed my head violently, and then it lifted me straight up, and I came to the surface, I coughed violently, and someone was saving me!

With all the strength I had left, I grabbed the hand that was on my head with both hands, trying to separate it so hard that I could fall, but the strength of that hand was so great that I couldn't break it with all my might, and I knew who it was.

"Let go of me, let me die..."I said weakly, but Ye Qinghan's hand did not let go at all, I heard a strange metal tearing sound, and then my body began to rise, my head and body seemed to be separated, and the fragile neck did not seem to be a connection, I really wished that my body would be separated like this, but, when that hand was released, I had already come to the shore, and the corner of my eye swept a rope-like thing from one of Ye Qinghan's hands sticking out of something, it was the one who pulled me up.

I was lying on the shore with my back to the sky, and after a metal crash, the thing seemed to be taken back by Ye Qinghan, and at the same time, his cold voice came from far and near: "Sure enough, the right to judge has side effects, and now it seems that the right to judge under the rules is not biased." ”

"Doesn't it feel good? I can feel something in your head, but that's not a reason for you to kill yourself, coward, wake up! Do you think you'll be worthy of the dead if you commit suicide? That's just an evasion of responsibility, and the dead are the most useless! Keeping this life to save people, this is the only way to repay your sins, you choose to confess your sins, but at the same time you choose to escape, what a joke! ”

"Now, I'll give you five seconds to stand up and break a finger one second later."

"Five.."

I struggled slowly to get up, and when he counted to one, I barely stood up, and looked at him, he had a knife in his hand, and the hazy colored light from the buildings on the shore shone on the sharp blade, and then reflected it in my eyes, only to see him shake his head, and say, "It's not enough... You don't have that consciousness yet, look at your expression now! ”

"Sluggish, blind, what are you thinking now? Are you afraid of my knife? Well, I'll teach you an extra lesson now..."

He slowly walked up to me, and I watched in horror as he reached out and grabbed my left hand, and his next words came faintly: "... Whatever you are afraid of, you will come, remember today, remember what you are doing now, this finger, you should pay the tuition..."

I don't know if it's a sneer on his face or what, and I don't know what I'm thinking right now - it's too chaotic to think. I let him grab my left hand, the knife reached out, against the tail of my little finger, fiercely cut it, a piercing pain continued to come, immediately made me conscious, after understanding what he was going to do, I did not make any resistance, the huge sense of self-blame and guilt made me unable to give birth to any strength to resist...

A few seconds later, the pain suddenly lightened, I didn't look at it and could feel it, the little finger of my left hand had been cut off, the pain of these few seconds completely awakened my mind, I watched Ye Qinghan take out his mobile phone with an expressionless face, he saw that I finally raised his head to look at him, handed his finger to me, and said slowly: "Keep it, it can make you feel better." ”

"Everyone dies, but it's better to die later."

I took my fingers, hanging my left arm, my fingers were lying quietly in the palm of my right hand, the blood that flowed out, stained half of my palm, I looked down at my fingers, stood silently, for some reason, I felt an unprecedented calm, the sound of the wind around me, the sound of water, the sound of vehicles honking in the distance, the fresh smell of grass, the smell of blood paving, all reflected in the bottom of my heart, I closed my eyes and clenched the fingers.

That's how I feel, and now I finally realize what I just did.

Am I going to seek death? The noisy shouts and angry scolding in my head have subsided at some point, indeed, they are dead, and what I should do in order to pay for my sins is not to die too, but to live better.

It's all ****** nonsense, and it's no wonder that those resentments and hatreds are so strong, it turns out that I'm actually still the same, just wearing a coat and hanging those words on my mouth, and I really haven't done what I said.

It's just the beginning, a hundred steps and not even half a step, how can I be qualified to say that I am countless times better than them? Not at all! No matter what I do, I am not qualified to say this, I am only qualified to do it.

Coming back to my senses, I let go of my hand and looked at the finger.

It's good to break.

My eyes went dark, and I slowly fell to the ground, and my head was chaotic again, but this time it was not the chaos that had been stimulated as before, but a fatigue from the limbs—the strength of struggling in the water, the strength of enduring the inability to force myself to stand up, the energy consumed by the fierce arguments in my head, the exhaustion produced by these combined efforts.

I don't know how long it took me to hear the horn of an ambulance, and then I didn't know anything.

When I woke up again, I was lying in the hospital, the sun was shining outside, with an infusion tube inserted in my right hand and a bandage on my left hand, a little painful, but it was much better, the severed finger was not in my hand, I thought it was taken by Ye Qinghan, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to the doctor.

I lay down for a while, listening to an uncle in the next bed talking about the morning news to the other people in the bed with excitement on his face - his first sentence was "News XXX this morning".

Suddenly, the uncle said: "I have a friend who works in that mental hospital in the west of the city, where a person died a few days ago, and the death was terrible, as if he had been beaten to death, and the media did not dare to report it, for fear of negative public opinion, but I know..."

"That person's family is quite rich, and his father is also very powerful, I really don't know who he offended, and he actually bought the people in the mental hospital and beat him to death..."

My mind moves, the people who were beaten to death in the mental hospital? Listen to the description... Why is it so much like Song Xianzhe who was kicked unconscious by me in the illusion? The ghost changed his body, so I kicked him to death at the time? I thought it was a ghost who went straight into the fat man's body! No wonder, I don't know how many kicks he kicked in the head, and I stopped when I was exhausted, and it was a surprise that I was kicking to death.

For him, this can be regarded as a relief, people are not ghosts, ghosts and ghosts, crazy to live in the world, it is really better to die, who knows that the uncle's next sentence made me doubt this.

"But ah, that's not all, after that, strange things started to happen in the mental hospital, and my friend didn't dare to work there, maybe it was..."

"Don't say it, don't say it, this is also a hospital, and the yin qi is heavy..."A middle-aged woman who was listening to him hurriedly said, and the uncle also closed his mouth and said with a smile that he had seen and heard.

Could it be that he was also unwilling and became a ghost? This thing started because of me, I must go and see, footsteps suddenly came from the door, I turned my head and saw that it was Ye Qinghan.

"Awake? If you feel fine, let's go, and I still have a job, and I don't have a sick leave here. Ye Qinghan smiled slightly, said so, I pulled out the needle, put on slippers and followed him out, halfway I told him what I just heard, he said a coincidence, he said that just today, Song Xianzhe's father strongly asked us to go to the mental hospital to find out the truth, he couldn't accept that his "good" son was beaten to death, and there were a few experienced policemen with us, and we were accompanied by them to solve some things that common sense could not understand.

It seems that Song Xianzhe's father also woke up from the illusion, that's right, these two things were done together, for the death of his son, I could only do that at that time, if he really became a ghost after death, then I have nothing to say, I know that I didn't do anything wrong.

I changed my clothes and shoes and walked out of the hospital, I subconsciously glanced at my left hand, "Where did my fingers go?" I asked. He turned his head, smiled mysteriously, and said, "I took it to make a gadget, it's almost two days, you'll like it." ”

Suddenly, his mobile phone rang, and he glanced at it and handed it to me, "He Jianye." Ye Qing said coldly.

Headmaster? Looks like there's been progress on my dad's side?

"Hello?"