At dawn, I managed to escape from prison.

As the sun rose, I raised my white light gun and fired a shot at the sun.

On the way, six people asked me questions, and I killed them. The first person asked me what my name was, and I shot him, the second person asked me where I was from, and I shot him, the third person asked me what I did, and I shot him, the fourth person asked me where I wanted to go, and I shot him, the fifth person asked me to introduce myself, and he said to see if it could help me, and I shot him, and the sixth person asked me why I had blood on my hands, and I shot him.

When I came out of prison, the most annoying thing was passers-by, they would look at me, they would ask me, and if they asked me something and wanted to send me to prison, then wouldn't I just escape from prison in vain? They couldn't know anything, and when they saw me, they would kill him, and when they asked me, they would kill him, and if they smiled at me, they would kill him. Today, I escaped from prison, and on the way, I killed six people. I don't want to kill anymore. If I kill someone, it will smell of blood, and I will be affected by eating, so I don't want to kill people again in the future, and I don't want to affect my appetite anymore.

When I saw passers-by, I was suspicious, I suspected that they were plainclothes policemen. I don't want to talk too much about the prison escape, but the things in the prison have also become my memory, I am free now, I am walking on the road with my white light gun, and I feel infinite freedom in my heart, and I feel a great joy in my heart because of being free.

I may be cruel, my methods may be cruel, but I also have times when I am in a good mood, when I am in a good mood, I will also laugh and chat with people, like an innocent and sunny boy. But when I'm not in a good mood, or when I'm very excited, I shoot and kill. It doesn't matter who it is. As soon as he met me, said a word, or looked at me and smiled, I would kill him. I never blink an eye when I kill, I was sentenced to death, and I was about to be shot when I saw it. But I escaped from prison.

Jailbreak, that's what I'm capable of. The condemned prisoners I met in prison didn't have the ability to do this, they also wanted to get rid of the prison shackles, and they also wanted to live a comfortable life outside the prison, but they didn't have the ability, I was a capable person, I had the ability to escape from prison.

I'm not a nice person to work with, I remember when I opened a swimming pool. I was diving in the pool, and somebody was swimming in front of me, and it was a man, and his feet were in front of me, fuck, did he have athlete's foot? How could he swim in front of me? My head gushed out of the water, and I swam to the shore and quickly got ashore. I pulled out my white light gun and shot at the man in the water. After the shooting, there was a lot of splashing, and a lot of people screamed, and I killed the man who was swimming in front of me, and the pool was covered in blood. It's too painful to kill. I confess that I am a murderous demon and that no one can kill more than me. My marksmanship is also unmatched, I don't brag, if anyone is not convinced, he can compete with me with real guns and fight against others. Either you die or I live, either you cut off my head, or I cut off your head, since it is an enemy, one side must die, either I die or you die.

I'm not very good at writing, I'm writing entirely to atone for my crimes, I'm a prisoner who has killed a lot of people, I'm a first-class wanted criminal, I'm a murderer who is very important in the eyes of the public security organs, my head is worth tens of millions, they have a big reward, they want to arrest me, they want to capture me alive, if they can't capture me alive, they want to see my body.

I don't pee on anyone, I escaped from prison just to live a free life. I don't want to stay in prison, and then I come out and compromise in prison, and I am a prisoner, and if I escape, I am a free person.

I think very clearly, I don't want to open a weapon shop or a magic weapon shop in my life, I just want to live freely, eat whatever I want, drink whatever I want, and shoot someone who doesn't look good, and if I go to prison, I will escape from prison.

I have all figured out that from now on, I will be a hermit, and I will live a rural life, which is very quiet, and I will take my wife and my six daughters, and we will live the life we want to live together in the countryside.

I have a big temper sometimes, and when I have a violent temper, I want to kill people, and some people say that I have mental problems, and some people say that I am an outlaw, and I want him to stand in front of me, and I want him to say in front of me, my gun is not made of sponge, and my gun is not forgiving. I hate when people say I'm an outlaw, I don't like people to say I'm a murderer, a prisoner, and I also kill people, so why is the person who kills pigs and cattle in the slaughterhouse not a prisoner? It also kills life, so why is it not a prisoner for a soldier on the battlefield to kill an enemy? It seems that there is no absolute right or wrong in killing people, as if it is, as long as it is a righteous killing, it is a legitimate killing, and such a killer is not a murderer.

I've never considered myself a murderer, I said, I'm a writer. I've written a lot on paper, that's all my heart, and even though I've killed a lot of people, I don't want to hear people say I'm a murderer, I want people to call me a writer.

Ten hours ago, I was still in prison, and now, I have reached a deep mountain, in a stone house, and I will be safe in this place, this place is very high, easy to defend and difficult to attack, I am here, and those who want to arrest me will not be able to catch me.

There may be robbers in this mountain, no matter how many robbers there are, let the horses come, I want to shoot with them, either they kill me, or I annihilate them, I just want to fight, even if I die on the battlefield, it's a good thing, if I can't fight, if I can't shoot, I will feel that life is not interesting. I am a man who loves war.

I hate peace, I love war, I get bored if I'm in a decent world, I like troubled times, I love chaotic worlds.

In this stone house in the mountains, I can write. This stone house was built before, and I had predicted that I would be arrested, and I had predicted that I would escape from prison. When I escape from prison, I always have a place to live, and this stone house in the mountains is my shelter. I'm the only one here, I built this shelter for myself, and now that I've escaped from prison and I'm living here, I feel a little lonely and I need to find an animal that can keep me company.

I found a small animal in the mountains, it was a dog, it was beautiful, it looked like a wolf, and it had a pair of sharp blue eyes.

It was nice to be in a stone house, I could take a nap every day and no one bothered me. I slept until a certain point, and the dog I found in the forest would wake me up, and it would lick my eyes with its tongue, and then I would wake up.

This dog with blue eyes, I call it off-road, it's not a car, but I feel like it's able to gallop in the wild, like an off-road vehicle, it's a good off-road dog, I call it off-road, off-road is its name.

During the day, except for eating and napping, I spent all my remaining time writing, I was wanted outside, and I was arrested as a murderer, and I was nervous inside, if they caught me in a short time, then my escape from prison would be in vain, and I couldn't let them catch me in a short time.

Because I was afraid of being caught in a short period of time, I had a sense of urgency in my heart, and when I was writing, I would urge myself to write as much as I could, and finish writing in the shortest possible time, and after writing what I wanted to write, I would be able to lie in bed and rest for a while.

I need to say that I am wanted outside, and if anyone dares to cooperate with the police to arrest me, I will definitely not let him go, and I will definitely shoot him.

So, don't cooperate with the police to arrest me just to get a sum of money, and don't collude with the police to arrest me in order to get rich, that will not end well. Don't come and arrest me, don't interfere with my writing in the stone room.

This stone house, as if every stone has been enchanted, the stone house made of these stones, warm in winter, cool in summer, the stone house is constant humidity and constant temperature for a year, I live in it, I don't feel depressed, I don't feel the air is dry, I don't feel boring, as long as I stay in the stone house, I feel that everything is interesting.

My only fear was that I would be caught in jail, and although I was confident in the mystery of this place, I had a slight hint of concern.

I'm going to write in this stone room, and I'm afraid that someone will come and arrest me, and then my writing will be affected again.

I'm a fugitive who loves to write, I'm a wanted person who loves to write, and I escaped from prison for nothing other than to be free.

The scenery outside the prison is good, after I escaped from prison, I enjoyed the beautiful natural scenery, and it is good to escape from prison, I can have such close contact with the natural world, and I can write freely.

I remember when I was in prison, someone asked me what I was marking on paper, and I replied that I was writing. Those murderers or robbers, who had no interest in my writing, pulled my hand and dragged away my manuscript paper, saying don't write, what does it mean to write about your mother, I will use this paper to wipe my ass in the toilet.

I was so angry that I picked up a stool on the ground and threw it at his head, and then I pulled a small knife that I had hidden there from under the bed, and stabbed him in the throat in a series of ways, and I killed it.

Something like this has happened many times, and they always disturb me, make me unhappy, and kill people when I am not happy. I was sentenced to death, 100 percent, but luckily, I escaped from prison, and the escape was successful.

Hmph, hehe, haha, hehe, hehe, want to shoot me, it's not that easy.

Some people say that I am a very slippery loach, not easy to catch, and even if I do, it is not easy to hold tightly when I write. That's right, even if I am put in prison and sentenced to death, I can still be free. But to compare me to an animal, to a loach, is really long. (To be continued......)