For example, under the word "evil" is a heart, that is, the heart is bad, and there is no such thing as badness.

Evil has to do with the mind, that is, with the mind.

There is a word called "thought criminals", so there is also "thought criminals." ”

He believes that thought crimes are often more hated than act crimes, and both inferior and superior people hate them, and although superior people often have thought crimes, they are not thought criminals because no one is trying them.

This sentence is a bit convoluted, but he himself feels that he is very clear and clear.

He thinks he's a thought criminal, for example, he's more reactionary, that's one thing, but he's already guilty of the worst crimes.

Then there were the wicked deeds, which he counted on his fingers, and if he had counted the heads of those whom he had slain and those who had been slain by others by his orders and will, he would have been heinous and would have gone down after his death.

This calculation method is very scientific, after all, he is ...... Boss.

Whether it is a fight between several people, or a fight between tens of thousands of people, there is a saying that there is a principal offender and an accessory, that is to say, the boss is always responsible.

Rather than admitting that everyone is a demon, it is better to blame all the sins on a few people, which will make people feel at ease and secretly think that killing these individuals will be peaceful.

Of course, many people will die in the war, some are innocent, some are innocent, and the word Gu means sin, and the so-called residual sin is residual guilt.

The team he led fought and killed in this troubled era, of course, killed a lot of enemies, it is always bad to kill, and according to the above reasoning, only the enemy leader is guilty, and the rest are innocent.

Therefore, both in thought and deed, he considered himself a heinous and wicked person.

Such a person deserves to die.

......

After the daze of the words in the above paragraph, he finally became more sober.

Then he finally recognized the place.

Then he woke up to one more thing.

"Why didn't I die?"

He muttered softly to himself, and it was here that he remembered that he had eaten a bullet, in the forehead.

He immediately reached out and touched the door of his head, it was smooth, there was no blood, and there was no wound.

He was shocked.

"It's not scientific......"

He thought about it, and when he opened the clothes on his wrist, he saw a fluorescent watch, which showed the time at about four o'clock in the afternoon, and he began to rummage through his arms for his mobile phone again, and it took him some effort to find it.

I lit up the screen, and sure enough, there was no signal.

Almost subconsciously, he raised his phone high, and found that there was indeed no signal at all.

Then he turned on the camera, clicked on the front camera, and started taking a selfie.

He was looking at his forehead, it was smooth, it really didn't look like he had been hit by a bullet.

"Is it a dream?"

He said blankly.

But not dying doesn't seem to be a frustrating thing, it feels like taking a nap, and when you wake up, you're ignorant.

He felt hungry, so he looked around blankly.

In his memory, this place was already near the former national border, inaccessible, but it would not be impossible to say that there were no people, there were barracks in the past, and later there were some other dwellings.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, it was already dark, and the flying fine snowflakes were still there, and he squinted his eyes for a moment to make out the direction, and then walked with his steps.

He remembered that there should be people in a certain direction.

After walking for a while, he finally saw a little light in front of him.

It was the light of an electric light, very lonely, only one, like starlight.

He was overjoyed and stepped forward.

After more than an hour, he finally arrived at his destination.

It was an old house, standing lonely in the snow.

Its architecture is ...... Lag.

The bricks were low, low, and humble, the red bricks were blackened and shiny by smoke, and there were bits and pieces hanging from the low eaves.

The narrow glass windows are still the same grid style of wood structure, and the color of the glass is not uniform, white and blue, and messy.

The courtyard was made of planks, and the gate was open, and it was swayed by the cold wind, as if it were about to fall apart.

The light of the incandescent lamp came through one of the cloudy glass windows.

When he came here, he was already exhausted, and hunger and exhaustion made him very uncomfortable, but fortunately he was not sleepy, and he was in good spirits, and there were no dogs in the yard, so he was able to enter easily, and when he came to the door, he straightened his back and began to knock.

He frowned as his frozen red hand made contact with the heavy wooden door, making a dull noise, and he was not satisfied with the movement, and was about to exert himself when he found that the door had been opened.

"Come in. ”

A man's voice came from inside the room, but he was not seen to open the door.

He hesitated, but cautiously entered, and entered the kitchen, flanked by two rooms, one of which emitted heat and warm light, and a stove fire was lit next to the stove in front of him, and the red charcoal fire made him feel warm.

He rubbed his hands together and walked a few more steps before entering the real room.

The room is small, with a kang taking up half of the space.

At this time, on the kang, a small kang table was being set up, and a man with ordinary eyebrows and eyes and about the same age as him was swinging a few dishes on the table.

The other party smiled at him, and said indifferently: "It's frozen, come up and warm your hands and feet, well, there is still wine, do you want it?"

After a pause, the other party said again: "It's very tiring to come all the way, the space barrier is not so easy to break, even if you just send the divine consciousness over, it is not an easy task, why pay the price to use the altar? Because the altar can only be used once a year, and it takes a whole year to replenish the power consumed each time, which shows how difficult it is." ”

He was stunned, feeling as if there was something wrong with his brain, and he was saying some gibberish things.

So his eyes couldn't help but become a little weird, and he felt that the other party should be sick.

Seeing his reaction, the other party was also stunned, and then suddenly said to himself: "By the way, traveling through the world always has to lose your memory, I forgot that you haven't woken up yet." ”

As he spoke, he saw that the man somehow came from sitting and lying down to his side in an instant, and then slapped him the head.

He subconsciously wanted to dodge, his reaction was not unpleasant, but he couldn't avoid this man's palm anyway.

As soon as his eyes went dark, he saw a black halo appear around the dim and dazzling incandescent lamp on the roof of the shed.

The next moment, countless memory fragments exploded.

He snorted in pain, and his body retreated a few meters at a speed that ordinary people couldn't achieve at all, and then one hand subconsciously brushed off his waist, wanting to draw his sword, but he grabbed it empty.

Yuan Lai was stunned, this is the real awakening from the previous state.

The powerful power of his divine consciousness could support a huge amount of calculations, so in just an instant, he was able to completely connect the cause and effect.

He took a deep breath, stared at the smiling man in front of him, and spit out two words: "I!"