Paranoid Love Poem [Quick Transmigration]

No one raised their hands, only the old Mrs. Roterian, who didn't know if she was a human being, cast a guilty vote.

"It's really bleak." The maid said regretfully, "Miss Xia, you can defend yourself as much as you want."

"I have nothing to say." As the last word of Susan fell, Xia Qing felt relieved, and the fear of the executioner disappeared from her. They all regained their composure: "I'll wait for you to finish."

"Mr. Shen."

The person who was hit couldn't help but hold his breath.

The maid said: "Do you choose to confess, or should I speak for you?"

"Say...?" Shen Guangji turned his eyeballs over his face as stiff as a rock, and murmured, "Say what..."

"You are a person who pursues high morality. Whether it is a friend or a stranger around you, as long as you see unfair bullying, you will definitely speak up for them."

This is true, Shen Guangji became anxious, even the murderer dared to shout.

Recalling Shen Guangji's heroic performance, Chen Ce became a little interested, his face lifted from the table, like a wicked child waiting for a twisted bedtime story.

"Now, I'll give you another chance." The maid's smile reappeared, and she said, "Have you decided to say that?"

"I..." Shen Guangji seemed to understand the maid's riddle-like words, his squinted eyes relaxed, the tear film filling his eyes blurred the real world in front of him, and a half-open door appeared in the chaotic light and shadow.The boy who was pressed on the ground had familiar faces. He should turn around and leave immediately. It would be fine if there was no hesitation.

late.

The gagged mouth let out a weak whimper, and the boy who had endured everything suddenly raised his head, and the momentary staring at each other sparked a glimmer of hope in his eyes.Shen Guangji knew what was going to happen next, at that moment he even understood the unvoiced sobbing, he was saying 'save me'.

These two words were too scary, he was terrified, he didn't want to think about anything, turned around and fled.Escaped from the abandoned classroom, escaped from the basement floor, and never set foot in this sealed land since then.

Shen Guangji wanted to say something, he had an urge to tell, his lips opened and closed tremblingly.

"I...I...I..."

What's wrong with me.

What's wrong with me.

"It's a pity." The maid sighed: "I still have expectations for you, and it turns out that you are just a hypocrite."

"No!" Shen Guangji hung his hands heavily on the table, and roared, "What can I do! I can't do anything at all! It's useless even if I expose them!"

"Why not?" The maid seemed to know everything, she said, "Because the culprit is the principal's son?"

"What if it affects your Ph.D. reading? At that time, you have thought about it this way."

Shen Guangji desperately shook his head, denying it over and over again.

"Why are you ashamed to admit it?" The maid comforted, "When a person is in a crisis, he first thinks of how to protect himself. This is the most basic survival instinct of animals."

"I don't...it's not like that, I can't do anything, not at all, not at all."

The maid said pitifully, "You are crying."

Losing the reservedness of a scholar, the belief that supported the spine collapsed, Shen Guangji bowed his back deeply, tears streaming down his face.

"The hypocrites are really pitiful. They can't make the 'achievements' of the wicked, and they don't have the courage to sacrifice their lives for good. They are mediocre and boring, and they don't go up or down. Isn't this just..." The maid sighed: "There are so many people."

"Accepting the so-called education and growing up with moral concepts, but limited by various factors such as background, ability, and personality, I don't seek meritorious deeds all my life. If I don't pretend to be noble, I would be considered mediocre and honest." The maid said: "If you don't want to stand up at a critical moment, why do you accuse others righteously? Your impassioned speeches and the moral justice you uphold are nothing but self-disguise."

"You really didn't do anything wrong, it's just bad luck. There are so many hypocrites in this world, how many of you have suffered like this, and still firmly believe that you are kind by nature and self-proclaimed justice. Once it is about personal interests , and full of viciousness." After speaking, ignoring Shen Guangji who was crying bitterly, the maid said: "This is an interesting proposition, respected jury, may I ask, is hypocrisy guilty?"

This time, two people voted for guilt, except for the old lady who everyone voted for, and Chen Ce.

"Don't look at me, I really don't like hypocrisy." Chen Ce emphasized: "It's not because he yelled at me."

"Mr. Ji." The maid looked at Ji Churong. From the beginning of the game, there was no expression on his face or extra movements. Even though he was in the so-called 'trial', he was still outside.The maid said, "Do you think hypocrisy is a crime?"

"Everyone has the right to pursue goodness, and there are infinite possibilities in mediocrity." Ji Churong's eyes were dark, and he heard Shen Guangji's cry, which was full of pain, and there was nothing worthy of sympathy for this pain. Compared with the victims, it is not worth mentioning: "If you really want to persevere, rather than giving up and degrading yourself, think about what you should do."

Goodness is a kind of truth, it is not something that can be easily summarized in a sentence or two, a definition.A person may not be able to reach the realm of truth and goodness throughout his life, just like a seeker trekking forward in the severe cold, scorching heat, winter and snow, the road to goodness is always full of pain and torture.These pains and sufferings are indeed mostly due to the limitations of various factors such as background, ability, and personality. However, the transformation of human nature and the tempering of the human heart are not just breaking through the limitations time and time again.

"Painful." Ji Churong 'looked' at Shen Guangji, who was sobbing, and said, "Painful because of conscience? The victim suffers a hundred times, a thousand times more than you, and what's more, they will lose their lives because of your retreat."

The cry is so mournful, yet the mistakes made never go away.

When he first joined the UJP, he also naively thought that as long as he saved people, it would be all right, and as long as he saved people, it would be justice.However, the cruel reality is that he cannot save everyone.He couldn't remember how many people he had saved, but he often thought of those he failed to save.

He could feel the disappointment behind him as he grabbed some hands.

Am I doing my best?Is that really my best?

If I was faster, if my battle plan was more perfect, they could have survived.

This kind of guilt once overwhelmed him.

"Ah Rong, no one is innocent, because no one is born omniscient and omnipotent. But you, do you want to stop because of this? Anyway, as long as you sit here and do nothing, everything has nothing to do with you."

"I will never comfort you. It's not your fault. In fact, it's your fault. It's your incompetence. It's your immaturity."

"But I hope you..."

In my memory, it seemed to be the voice of one person, and it seemed to be the voice of many people.

Ji Churong uttered words that he had never forgotten.

"Remember this pain, and move forward with guilt."

"Go ahead with guilt." The maid lowered her eyes, she spread out a hard-cover book, and the names of all the people present were written on the white paper.Most of the people's names are followed by detailed crimes, except for one person.

Ji Churong's name was blank.

"Oh." The maid murmured: "It seems that you don't know... those people you failed to save may be disappointed, but they don't have any resentment."