"None of this is true." I kept repeating this phrase in my head so that I could make the best decision possible. A picture flashed in front of my eyes, in the company's lounge, a dirty hand pressed on Xiaoxue's **, a playful smile and Xiaoxue's helpless eyes, the dirty hand gradually stretched out into the skirt. Suddenly, my nerves tensed, anger took over my sanity, and it didn't hesitate to direct my fingers to pull the trigger.

He poured on the table like a pile of ** cow dung, the blood flowing from the blood hole in his forehead accumulated on the table in a puddle, the bullet ejected from the magazine and fell on the wooden floor, making a crisp sound, a ** I had never experienced before also flowed in my body at the same time. A feeling that made it difficult to breathe, a breath accumulated in my chest, as if it was about to get erect, but it was difficult to find an outlet, it lingered in the ribcage, squeezing the internal organs, muscles and bones, which made my body tremble slightly, although it was suffocating, but it was indescribable pleasure.

Just as I was still experiencing the wonderful feeling, I was interrupted by the sound of a woman screaming everywhere. The café was already in chaos, people were rushing outside, the tables and chairs that had been knocked over, and the sound of spilled utensils on the floor were intertwined, and I saw everyone's faces twisted with fear from the scene, fleeing the crime scene as fast as they could, lest I, the murderer, harm them.

I turned my head to look at the old man, who was gone, leaving only two empty coffee cups on the table. I was teased, I was deceived, a great loss and horror of how I was good. The corpse, still lying on the table, blood still flowing, literally made my blood almost coagulate. By this time, the café was empty, and I was the only one standing there with my pistol in hand.

The shrill sirens heralded my fate, the windows were already crowded with police cars with flashing lights, a large number of heavily armed police officers had surrounded the café, and a voice warned me through an electric horn: "You are surrounded, lay down your arms, come out and surrender, or we will open fire." ”

I was aggrieved, tears were already rolling in my eyes, I really wanted to explain what had just happened, the mastermind behind the instigation of my murder was gone, leaving me here as a poor fool, I no longer had the strength to hold the pistol, it slipped from my hand and fell to the floor, I bit my lip and tried to act according to the orders of the police, but my legs no longer obeyed my commands, but just stood there straight, making it difficult for me to move.

I watched the police break down the door, knock me to the ground, press my limbs tightly, and then my hands were cuffed behind my back, the cold handcuffs squeezed my wrists so painfully, my face pressed against the floor, I could only see countless leather shoes shaking in front of my eyes, I was powerless to resist, and I couldn't resist, I was a murderer.

The cell was small, with only a simple bed, a small window overhead, and a thumb-thick iron bar blocking my contact with the outside world, I roared in this cage like a wild beast, slapping myself on the cheeks, slamming my fists against the heavy walls, tearing my hair hard, I did everything to wake me up from my dream, I wanted to get out, I didn't want to stay in this place, I wanted to go home, it was just a dream, I kept suggesting to myself, telling myself, but it was in vain, Saliva ran down the corners of my mouth, my fingers had been smashed, and the pain of the wound told me unmistakably that it was real, that I had killed someone and that I had now been caught.

In the end, I fell weakly on the **, smelling the smell of dampness on the sheets, I had to accept this reality, I curled up, my hands on my shoulders, I couldn't stop shaking, and those beautiful life slices flashed in front of my eyes like a slide, but these will not come back.

"How does it feel?" A familiar voice rang in my ears.

This was like a signal, instantly activated the anger in my body again, I jumped up from the **, the old man was standing in front of me, still calmly looking at me and laughing, I grabbed him by the collar, pushed him rudely against the opposite wall, yelled at him, and at the same time tears flowed uncontrollably: "Why did you hurt me like this, I killed someone, do you know or not, I will be executed by them, why did you hurt me like this." ”

The old man opened his hands and replied very innocently: "Calm down, calm down, I said that none of this is true." ”

I retorted, "Then why am I here?" It's true, don't lie to me anymore! I'm a murderer now! It's all your fault. ”

The old man continued to say in a calm tone: "It seems that your brain is a little messed up, then let me ask you, if this is true, why am I here?" ”

The question seemed to wake me up, and the hand that grabbed him by the collar lost its strength, and my breathing caused my body to rise and fall violently, sweat and tears intertwined with my face, and it was a mess.

The old man broke my hand, and got out of it, and he went to the bed and sat down, looked up at me, and said, "You still don't understand the truth?" ”

"How would I understand." I still yelled angrily.

The old man cracked his mouth and smiled, and after a moment he said: "In the real world, if you take a neighbor's apple, if he reports it, you will be in big trouble, let alone a felony like murder." In other words, this kind of thinking is firmly rooted in your consciousness, and this kind of thought will also be carried into your dreams, because when you pull the trigger, your consciousness has already defined your behavior as a crime, so the police appear, that is, in fact, the police who arrested you were created by you, and they are responsible for stopping your actions and achieving results that are consistent with your consciousness, so you are here. ”

"I don't want to listen to your." I stepped forward and continued to shout at the old man with grief: "What should I do if you have made me like this? ”

"It's simple, get out." The old man pointed to the door of the prison and replied easily.

"Bullshit!" I walked back and forth in the cell, restless, listening to his answers, and I felt like I was being teased by him like a monkey.

The old man stood up and walked to the cell door, and with a gentle push of his hand, the cell door opened, and then he closed the door again, turned to look at me and said, "Do you want to give it a try?" ”

"How is this possible?" I distinctly remember that when I was brought in, the door was locked extremely firmly by the police outside, and there was no handle inside, so it could not be opened at all, and I was stunned to see the old man easily push the door open. (To be continued.) )