In some social contexts, rules are meant to be followed. Let's start with driving on the road to avoid school buses.

Let's say the school bus driver turns on the lights and pops up the avoidance sign. The driver in the back sat in the cab and clearly saw a child stepping off the school bus and trotting all the way to his lawn with his school bag on his back, and then the school bus closed.

It's closed today, but it's still not leaving. The driver may have just taken up his post, may be a little confused, may be the child at the next destination, and the driver happens to be on leave today, and the driver needs to re-plan the route, or the driver may happen to drop the water glass at his feet and is methodically using his hands and feet to find the ......

Anyway, after the school bus door closed, he still didn't move.

And then it gets interesting. He didn't go, and the car behind him automatically didn't go. The school bus waited for ten minutes, and the long queue of cars behind consciously waited for ten minutes.

Anyway, after waiting long enough, the driver broke off the turn signal and closed the avoidance sign. He's finally gone!

Thank God! The cars in the back queue have turned on the racing mode. When overtaking, you can see that the bus driver is shifting gears and accelerating, and the gearbox is creaking because the fuel is out of sync.

However, one or two lanes on the left side of the school bus were full of rapid speed, overtaking the grinding sound of tires and the ground whistling.

Of course, this is a common and normal phenomenon in many countries.

The same scene happened on the ground beneath our feet, and the driver of the avoidance sign on the left side of the school bus body did not dare to bounce it out. The height of that logo can easily be scraped off by a van that passes by.

Let's go through the process again: the school bus driver breaks the turn signal and slowly pulls over to stabilize the car.

Before the doors of the school bus could be opened, the car that followed creaked through the gap in the left side of the school bus that could squeeze through the body, and it may not even have time to turn the signal.

The car behind was startled and quickly squeezed over. Then there was a trolley that repeatedly jumped sideways from side to side like a drunk, and after rushing out, he parked himself firmly in front of the school bus.

Then open the door and let the child off the bus, because the neighborhood where the child lives happens to be the same neighborhood as the child who was picked up by the school bus.

Traffic laws are much the same, and the rules for avoiding school buses seem to know no borders, no race, and everyone is pretty much the same.

The second scenario above is ideal, if there is a driver who has carefully read the traffic law. The brakes came to a stop behind the bus, and it happened that there was a lane on the left side of the bus.

Then the car behind will start honking wildly. At first, only one car from behind rang, and after a few seconds, the horn sounded one after another from the back of the school bus.

Why is this happening?

There is a saying that is often on the lips of Chinese people, this sentence is called: If it is not broken, it will not stand. In some social contexts, rules are indeed meant to be followed. But in China, rules are definitely meant to be broken.

On the school bus, there are no monitoring probes on the road, and there are no traffic police on duty. If you can pass it, you can pass it, what kind of good citizen stop for no reason?

Some people think that our overall social environment is gradually improving. With the gradual improvement of the quality of the people, one day, we can also do what others can do.

There is a place called Hong Kong that is far higher than the national average in terms of social environment and the quality of its citizens. Hong Kong's high-ranking officials "borrowed houses from below" in their villas, and some "borrowed houses from above" and "borrowed houses from the air......

Privately built and slashed basements have been around you and me for a long time. There are also collective community houses where they live, because the decoration is dug up and the load-bearing shear wall is damaged, resulting in the whole building becoming a dangerous building. For no other reason, rules are meant to be broken for us.

I live in the villa, and I don't go underground to quietly dig multiple basements or something, and I suffer a lot. Whether it's planing to make a vegetable cellar or digging a neat room or two.

Those who don't dig are fools, right? Especially for the big brother in the mixed society, there is always an unexpected use for digging a hidden room in his villa.

For example, Brother Sen, Fang Fansen, spent a lot of money to cut out this basement. This basement in Sengo is equipped with water and electricity. After simply laying refractory bricks, some mortar was sprayed, and the reinforced walls hung with a glossy glossy tool.

These tools include glowing handcuffs, leg irons, knives, guns, clubs, axes, hooks, forks, and all sorts of oddly shaped tools that cannot be named.

There are also chili water and tiger chairs, and there are two rows of clear glass jars filled with pale yellow liquid on the simple shelves where chili water is placed on the wall.

The jar was soaked with an unknown liquid that was faintly visible in the body, including mutilated knuckles, toe joints, ears, and a neatly cut nose...... Wait a minute.

In the dim light of the basement, the man tied to the chair with five flowers closed his eyes and his hands twisted behind his back to tie a dead knot.

Judging from the uneven shoulders on both sides, it is estimated that there was a senseless resistance when he was tied, and the shoulder joint on one side should have been dragged and dislocated.

The man's body was thin, almost to the point of being out of shape, and the facial contours of the sword eyebrows could be faintly discerned. He just sat there with his eyes closed, and it seemed that he was sitting too flat.

His feet were separated and tied with ropes to one side of the stool legs and tied in dead knots, and ordinary people were tied like this, not to mention grinning their teeth, at least not with this calmness.

The weather was cool, and the wind on the street was tight. Located south of the Tropic of Cancer, not too far from the equator, this small city is actually in autumn. Of course, the autumn is for this particular town.

If it is divided according to the traditional 24 solar terms, it should be deep winter at the moment. The 24 solar terms of a lunar year are almost over.

To the north of the Qinhuai climate dividing line, it is already the season of wind and snow. But the town is only windy, and even the wind blowing in the face is not considered a cold wind.

As a southerner, Brother Sen has a different understanding of this tight gust of wind.

He felt cold.

Brother Sen subconsciously tightened the woolen coat on his body, and came to the basement with his hands and neck shrunk in rhythmic steps. In front of the tied man, two second-rate horses were spreading their legs around an electric stove.

Brother Sen didn't seem to like noise, and his figure hidden in the dim light had just been revealed. Two horses sitting on the fire quickly stood up, and one of them stood up too quickly and kicked the electric stove next to his feet.

Brother Sen's brows furrowed, and before the two could speak, he pulled out his hand and waved it towards the stairs behind him. Ma Zai, who kicked the electric stove, opened his mouth to say something, but Brother Sen waved his hand decisively.

The two ponies hurriedly left from him with their heads bowed. He tightened his woolen coat again, collected a placket, and sat down by the electric stove.

After fumbling for a long time, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it on the red-hot heating wire of the electric stove and rubbed it gently. Then he squinted at his cigarette and fell into deep thought as he smoked.

The man tied to the chair really doesn't look like a blind stream under that kind of means, how did he get the idea to hit himself?