At 10 o'clock in the evening, I stood alone in it, waiting for the bus to come back without knowing when.

My hair was wet and uncomfortable on my face, and my clothes were mostly wet. The lights of the night didn't affect me at all, one or two modern times sped in front of me, and I didn't even bother to move in the face of the splash, so the jeans I was wearing were directly wet.

The people waiting for the train next to me gave me strange looks, and it seemed to me that they looked at me like a madman. I didn't get angry, and I didn't go to them for a reason, because maybe I wouldn't look at them much better.

Take the little couple who seem to show affection. I'll make sure they don't know each other for more than twelve hours.

The man was wearing a vulgar brand, and when I saw it, he had bought it with his own frugality, and the traces of repeated washing were very obvious. Judging from the shape of his mouth, it seems that he is talking about how much money he has made recently in such and such a large company.

Lie! People, no matter how clever they say it, there are still some things that cannot be concealed.

When this person speaks, his eyes always flicker from time to time, and his lower body is not very steady, so he has to move when he has nothing to do. This kind of person is not a person who keeps to himself at heart. He may be an insurance salesman, or a pyramid scheme, but he will never work for a serious company.

It seems to me that he has been in a state of somewhere between euphoria and nervousness. This state is very unstable, and this time period is the most frequent period of events in our city, so I think the girl in front of him will have some trouble. But that's not something I'm a new intern like me can do.

Just because he has an underlying motive to commit a crime does not mean that he will commit it. I can sense very clearly what this guy wants to do to that girl. But I couldn't stop it, it didn't help to call the police, and crime prediction wasn't my specialty.

The city I live in is chaotic. There will be some unimaginable criminal incidents at every turn, and this does not mean that our public security departments are not doing things well. On the contrary, from the perspective of the whole country, our public security department is among the most efficient in handling affairs.

However, the number of crime incidents has not decreased, and no matter how much the mayor stresses it and the public security department suppresses it, the law and order chaos is still like this. I always felt that the souls of the people in this city were incorrigibly polluted. Killings, fire prevention, robbery, rape/rape are definitely not uncommon in this city.

On several occasions, I've seen a few guys who look strange. I feel that these people are in a very unstable state psychologically, for a variety of reasons, but they all have a tendency to sin.

But it wasn't long before I actually saw the faces of many of them on TV. They all did something that was a headache for our criminal investigation department. Some people deserve it the most, while others don't. They themselves are victims, but in the end they choose to become perpetrators.

From my point of view, this is very unreasonable. Why not rescue with the police? Their efficiency is also one of the best in the country.

Later I came to the possible conclusion that the mental state of these people does not know why, and the mental fluctuations of people in this city are very large, and very simple things will cause huge reactions. That's why those people would go to such extremes as crime. Their spirits are unstable and desperately need something that satisfies them, stabilizes their pleasure.

In the eyes of psychologists, the whole city is abnormal, and that's how I feel.

It didn't take long for the bus I was waiting for to arrive, and I walked up without thinking about it. I was followed by two other passengers waiting for the bus. The "little couple" did not get into the car, and at twenty-three o'clock in the evening, I silently prayed for the girl, and then found a place to sit down.

The apartment I rented was just two or three stops away. The location is not very good and the house is small, but it is just right for someone like me who has just worked.

About ten minutes later, the bus arrived. The doors of this car generally close quickly, not because of the design of the car itself, but because of the driver's problem, which is what all the drivers who drive this bus look like. Many people have suffered losses from this door, and many unpleasant stories have also been caused.

Unfortunately, this is a problem that I realized a long time ago, and I got into the habit of standing at the door one stop earlier. The door clicked shut the moment I got out of the car, almost like it was trying to break my foot.

I smiled helplessly, the stop I got off was a crossroads. The traffic lights are perfectly set, but there are also one or two traffic accidents a year, and from a national point of view, this accident rate is really high

Crossing an intersection where there were no cars, I found the neighborhood where I lived. This neighborhood is located at the boundary between the suburbs and the city, and the traffic is not very convenient, but it is not closed. A friend chose the place for me, and the cheap rent was the biggest reason why I liked this place.

The dim streetlamps stretched my shadow long, and it looked like something was trying to escape from the shackles of the name "me".

The rain had become a little lighter, but it was still sparsely falling. I pulled up my coat and walked briskly through the gate of the neighborhood. No one asked me for my identity, and eighty percent of the security guards at the gate had already fallen asleep.

I ignored the cries and scolding that resembled domestic violence coming from the residential building on the side, and walked straight to Building 11 in the east of the community, where I am now. After rushing into the Juming Building, I was immediately blocked by a mess of bicycles. It seems that the residents of the community are afraid that their cars will be damaged, so they will pile them here in a chaotic manner.

It was really bothersome, I was like a clown in an acrobatic troupe, kicking and jumping through the first floor of these obstacles. I found the elevator door plastered with all kinds of small advertisements and pressed the up button. The voice-activated light has long been broken and has not been repaired for a long time. In the dim light, these little messy advertisements are as dazzling as the guts of something.

As soon as I arrived at the 10th floor where I lived, I took out my key and walked into my home. Quickly undressing off my almost soaked clothes and throwing them in the washing machine, I walked into the bathroom. It was a choking day, and I gradually warmed up under the stimulation of the hot water.

Before I went to bed, I turned on the TV, the midnight news, which showed that at four o'clock this afternoon on an overpass, a young girl jumped off the bridge and committed suicide