Criminal Psychology

【One】

In the dark and dilapidated house, the pointer points to five o'clock.

A pair of bony hands held the mouse tremblingly, and quickly clicked the software icon hidden deep in the folder.

After a while, a simple picture appeared on the screen.

That is the picture quality that only the original pixel game can have, black background with red lines, a simple square house in the center of the screen, and a cluster of golden flowers in the lower right corner of the screen.The cabin looks empty, but if you look closely, you can see a very poor silver coin in the corner.

Seeing this situation, his face was full of despair, his lips trembled, revealing his rotten teeth.

He covered his mouth in despair, and looked towards the lower corner of the screen again.There are six lines of text written in the common working language of the United Nations, among which the line belonging to Chinese is:

Account balance: 1 bitcoin.

The owner of the room stood up and walked aimlessly. He knocked over the coffee table in the middle of the room, knocked over the coffee table in the middle of the room, and scattered some of the white drug powder left on the table. It was too little, he licked the table twice and there was nothing left.

This made him stand up again, and couldn't help biting his wrist.

The creaking sound from the wooden floor became more and more urgent, echoing the screaming sound of the prostitute next door, the whole space became more and more anxious.He couldn't bear it anymore, went to the table and picked up the needle, trying to stab his temple.

At this moment, a jingle sounded from the stereo.

He thought he had auditory hallucinations, and he looked for the source of the sound in a daze. The room was still dark and chaotic, which made him not even notice a silver coin falling from the ceiling of the hut on the computer screen.

The tip of the needle was on the temple, and he could end his life with a little force.

All of a sudden, as if the little silver coin had pressed some switch, countless silver bright spots fell from the sky. Those bright spots grew from small to large, like snowflakes, and finally turned into silver coins piled up at the bottom of the screen.

The same six lines of text slowly descended and stopped above the pile of money.

The owner of the room grinned, revealing bright red lips and yellow to black teeth, and laughed wildly silently.