What am I doing? A clown, no, I'm a clown-like criminal genius, you have an infinite talent for it, why don't you use it? What the hell are you doing?

There are no friends, because there is no need for friends, friends are used to betray, friends are used to take advantage of, to take advantage of everyone, to deceive everyone, I am glad that I am doing harm for the people. When I stepped into the road of dragon slaying with one foot and a sword in my hand, the ignorant people thought that you were a psychopath, no one would pay attention to you, no applause of flowers, no cheers, only provocation, only betrayal......

Introduce yourself. I, Xu Tai, now living in Australia, graduated from the Department of Psychology of the University of Sydney, just because I attended a funeral when I was a child, but I was forcibly sent overseas, and since then I have been living alone.

Walking on the side of the roadway, I casually swept the passers-by, and I could see his identity with a single movement, low-key or arrogant, insidious or upright...... All of this is just hoping to read through people's inner thoughts, to be able to expose them in front of me, so that I no longer only indulge in the innocent appearance of others, let me see the ugliness of their hearts, I don't want to be a fool who is kept in the dark, a puppet who is still at the mercy of others. To be honest, I wouldn't trust anyone. In the past, I believed in my father Xu Pu and my eldest brother He Yiran, but the final result was just betrayal one by one, running away, and dying. I was left with no foothold in the place where I was born and raised, and I didn't know what was going on until now. I wanted to help, but I couldn't do it, maybe I didn't have the right to know everything, so I had to rely on my own eyes and that cold and tricky heart.

Extremely stupid, although I can read the inner thoughts of ordinary people, although I am the best in this department, and I am regarded by others as a genius who can enter the special case team, but I can never read a person. He appeared in my life, let me gradually distance himself from him, whenever I want to understand him thoroughly, but let me become more and more strange to him, I don't want to read him, I dare not read him, I am afraid that he will be like his words, scattered with the wind, he always said that he is more important, perhaps, even if I really entered the familiar cremation furnace, the body really became a handful of dust, I will not forget his name. Ink soil wind and dust, the world of the sky feather - ink feather.

I always thought he was a Taoist, but I was wrong, it wasn't religion, it was his duty, he was the only apologetic in the world.

In the dormitory, I put this bell in front of the most conspicuous window, and every time I see it, I look at the sky outside the window and at the flock of birds flying by: will he come back to me? Wipe this bell every day, hoping to be like me sixteen years ago, with an innocent voice, holding it in both hands, sending the bell to him, telling him: Mo Yu, long time no see.

It's been sixteenth year, and I took care of my suitcase, grabbed the bell that shone in the sun, and was thinking about how to place this rare object, and the small ball hanging inside fell straight on the tiles on the floor, and a crisp sound spread through the lonely room.

I was a little confused, what was the situation, the ball was still spinning on the ground, the sound was still echoing and continuing, getting weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared, as if it was a welcome symphony. I took the bell with the empty ball and leaned down to pick it up. I was a little disappointed, and for a moment I wanted to cry, and I was sarcastic: Why are you crying, where is your ruthlessness, your selfishness? Besides, you're a dignified seven-foot man, crying because of a little gadget?

I withdrew my tears, didn't let him fall unscrupulously, and shook my head with a sigh, like holding the corpse of a dead child, thinking in my heart: Forget it, it's been sixteen years, he won't come back, Xu Tai, you are so stupid, you deceived everyone, but even yourself was deceived, and in the end it was you who was hurt. Gently put down the bell, put it between the clothes, closed the zipper on the top level, took one last look at the dormitory, closed the door, and thought it was over.

Is it really over, in my opinion, I thought that my life was no longer exciting, ordinary life, marrying a wife and having children, until I died, but later I found out that I was wrong, my experience had just begun, my identity, everything about me gradually surfaced.

Am I really just Xu Tai? an ordinary person who can see ghosts, a fool who loves to dream, a stupid genius who is still proud of himself when he tries to deceive others? Maybe I think it's too simple.

Laughing in the mirror, a dark shadow is coming out of my heart, looking at me with his humble but proud smile, I like his silent laughter, I deliberately imitate, always cultivating another self......