I'll forgive you when you're crazy

No one cares what the truth is, and no one cares that I was sentenced unfairly.

"Do you know why ancient heroes are always loved by people, but always banned by the government?" An Ci asked again.

Before I could answer, An Ci asked and answered by himself: "Because they did something that the common people wanted to do but dared not do, broke the official rules, and provoked the authority of those in power. So——you understand now Right? The law is never for the weak, it’s just a whip used by those in power to consolidate their rule, and the people they whip are often ordinary people who have no ability to resist.”

"What are you talking about to me?" I looked up at An Ci.

An Ci continued to smile: "I think you have potential."

"Potential? What potential?"

"The potential to stand up for the underdog."

I used to think I could, but now, An Ci's words are simply sarcastic.

I laughed at myself, but Anci said: "Even if you have severe paranoia, even if you question the law, you still care about other people who have been treated unfairly by the law, instead of complaining about others, or even fantasizing about yourself. Being a policeman is a rare virtue.”

I was a little ashamed when I heard this. To be honest, I am not as great as An Ci thought.

Only by experiencing something personally can you deeply feel how helpless the weak are in the face of injustice in the world.

Because no one cares about the sex of the weak.

Just like a person tramples an ant to death without feeling guilty or sad.

Some people will always use "not working hard enough" to suppress those who are still struggling, but they don't know that class barriers are sometimes hard to break through.

Some people are ignorant of the world and destined to run into walls everywhere. Some people would say that such people have too low emotional intelligence.

Yes, in this world, low EQ, low IQ, physical defects, ugly appearance, and lack of money are all "legitimate reasons" for being discriminated against.

And the most frightening thing is that these people often exist in isolation. They are too few in number to unite to form a force, just like being bullied in a class, even if everyone knows it well, But no one is willing to stand up for them to fight against the bully, and even those who stand on the sidelines will find an excuse for their indifference, and indirectly become those who help the bully.

The weak have no way to speak out, because the injustice they encounter is "insignificant" to ordinary people, but to them, they need to pay more.

"Do you want to become stronger?" An Ci suddenly asked me.

"How to become stronger? Verbally? Change as soon as you say it?" I couldn't help but sneered.

"Actually, becoming stronger is not as difficult as you imagine, you just need to become someone who scares them." Anci looked at me with a smile.

Hearing what he said, I suddenly thought of something, stared at An Ci and said, "Afraid? Why are you afraid?"

An Ci continued: "First of all, you need to jump out of the barriers of rules that you have been accustomed to. This world worships violence. Only docile cattle and sheep will be slaughtered. Human beings worship wolves, snakes, wolves, tigers and leopards, and all powerful Even if you are a murderer, as long as you kill not the old, the weak, the sick, or those who follow the rules, but those who have clearly harmed others but have not been punished by law, countless people will worship you, not only will you not Instead of thinking you're a murderer, I'll see you as a hero."

"Even if I want to be a hero, can I do it with my physical fitness?"

An Ci pointed his finger: "It is a lot more convenient to be skilled, but the most important thing is to use your brain. The most powerful force in this world is wisdom."

I looked at An Ci: "Why do I feel that you are so much like Moriarty? You obviously have the same IQ as Sherlock Holmes, but you use it to commit crimes."

An Ci shook his head: "No, Moriarty is the person who helps criminals plan and implement. He has no concept of justice and is just a person with anti-social personality. If I know that such a person exists in reality, I will Find him and get rid of him before the police."

I looked at An Ci strangely: "Why do you suddenly have such...thoughts?"

An Ci thought for a while, then said with a smile, "I am not the creator of this idea, but an inheritor."

Me: "So are you wishing Ci'an?"

An Ci smiled without saying a word, just looked at me indifferently.

"If I agree to be a killer, will you let me get out of here?"

An Ci smiled and nodded: "But I don't want to leave immediately, I will give you some necessary training before I leave."

In the days that followed, I no longer accepted the torture of "electrotherapy", and replaced it with physical training and combat training. In the high-intensity intensive training, I really did what I thought I couldn't do after being pushed to the limit. arrive.

Having experienced the pain of electrotherapy, ordinary beating training is like a joke to me.

I won’t repeat what happened afterwards, I left this hellish place smoothly, walked to the street, breathed fresh air again, and found that the weather had turned cold.

If I don't look at my phone, I don't even know what year it is today, and I feel like the days I've been in are as long as several lifetimes.

When treating killing as a task, without any personal emotions involved, it is easier than I imagined. Anci said that if I feel panic, I will treat killing as my own delusion, so that I will not feel any guilt up.

I don’t know if it’s the hypnosis in my heart or I’m used to this delusional state. When I stabbed the dead man’s carotid artery with a dagger and watched the splashed blood flow out, I felt so unreal, but the action didn’t stop. I even put the knife in the hands of the deceased, arranged the scene of the crime, pretended to be a suicide, and at the same time removed as much as possible the traces of myself left at the crime scene.

At this time, I can no longer distinguish between reality and delusion. The two worlds seem to overlap, as if separated by air, and I don't know what to measure.

Anci told me that when I couldn't tell the difference between reality and delusion, not seeing Wu Tian was reality, and seeing him was delusion.

I almost designed the killing process perfectly, so that when the police found the body, it had been several days since the time of death.

I don't know who I killed, I only know that I killed someone Anci wanted to kill.

When I passed by the police station several times, I couldn't help but want to go in. It's ironic to say that I had become a policeman in my dreams before, but now I'm doing the exact opposite.

Will I be sentenced to death if I confess to murder?

Or was it really as Anci said, continue to be sent to a mental hospital, and then receive electrotherapy every day?

Thinking of the torture, I couldn't help trembling, I would rather commit suicide than go back.

I don't know how to describe my current state of being alive. It seems that I have lost contact with my family. My family has never contacted me, and I have never thought of contacting them.

Thinking of how much my becoming a lunatic would deal a blow to my family, I couldn't bear to bother them anymore.

Just treat my unfilial son as dead.

Unconsciously, I walked to a bar. I looked at the sign of the bar and fell into the memory. It seemed that I had a drink with that guy here.

I don't know what kind of psychology it is, so I stepped into it again.

If I see that guy again now, I will not hesitate to wait for him to kill him when he is alone. Everything I have now is thanks to him!

The people who come here are in small groups, and there seem to be very few loners like me. The waiter asked me how many people there were, and I said one, and he took me to the bar, where you can order wine.

I ordered a drink casually, sat on the bar and looked around, but I didn't see the figure I was expecting. I thought it was the same, wouldn't it be a coincidence that we could meet each other?

But what I never expected was that instead of seeing that guy or Wu Tian, ​​I saw another familiar face, which was Cheng Gong.

He was very surprised when he saw me, and hurried towards me through the crowd.

I didn't want to do what he thought, I didn't want to "perform" in front of so many people, so I ran out the door in fear.

When I went out, I saw Cheng Gong had chased him out, so I ran in a panic.

Maybe the people in that bar would think that I was a "crazy" when they saw me coming alone and then suddenly ran away like I saw a ghost.

I'm not familiar with this place, I didn't even see whether Cheng Gong was catching up or not, so I continued running.

Until I couldn't run anymore and stopped on the railing of a parking lot to rest. A black Mercedes slammed on the brakes in front of me. Before I could react, someone got off the car and dragged me into the car.

I saw that the driver next to me was indeed Cheng Gong. He was also my hallucination, right?

But why did he appear?

Soon, I was taken to the police station, still in that familiar environment, with those familiar faces, they were overjoyed when they saw me.

Youyou couldn't wait to open the door of Wu Tian's office, and shouted: "Boss! Boss, look who's back!!"

Wu Tian rushed out of the door suddenly, and couldn't help but froze when he saw me.

I looked around at the people around me, and when I saw Wu Tian again, I became more and more panicked.

How could there be such a realistic hallucination again?When did I get sick?Where the hell am I now?that bar?Or did the mental hospital not come out at all?

Seeing that my expression was wrong, Wu Tian stopped abruptly when he wanted to rush over to hug me.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like this?" Wu Tian frowned and asked, "Where have you been these days? Why is there no news at all? Has your previous injury healed?"

Wu Tian asked a question, walked over and turned me around to have a look.

I frowned and glanced at him, then looked around at the people around me, thinking how could this be broken?leave?

Yes, you should wake up if you leave here, right?

In any case, if you don't say anything, you won't be seen as a tell-tale.

So I turned around and left, leaving everyone saying "Huh" in unison.