The world is full of evil towards me

【Open that diary, it contains your memories and your secrets. 】

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Shen Qianhe, who was regarded as a criminal suspect, thought heartlessly that the environment in the detention center was actually good, quite clean and not dark.

Shen Qianhe looked outside through the bars, and still doesn't know how things got to this point.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Qianhe picked up the book and read it. Without the memory of this world, he felt a little guilty, but this also made Shen Qianhe curious about what happened to him that day.

It was swelteringly hot a few days ago, and now the weather is getting colder. Shen Qianhe, who was still wearing short sleeves, shook her body and rubbed her face. While reading a book, she was distracted thinking about the notes that she had swallowed whole.

[July 2014, 9

Lies weave false happiness

To write it in a darker color

it's going to look more painful

to frown

to struggle

head cut off

finally into darkness

the last wall is it

The future will no longer cover the wall

cover it

[…]

The policeman, who was full of disgust for Shen Qianhe, went to Shen Qianhe's house as soon as he got the search form. After entering Shen Qianhe's room, he was shocked by the paintings on the walls of Shen Qianhe's room.

The room is surrounded by charcoal drawings, the color is thick and black, which makes the room look a bit gloomy. The paintings on the walls are like drawing Avii Hell, and all kinds of suffering people are lifelike.

The dark-faced police found Shen Qianhe's secret diary, casually flipped through the first few entries, and then opened it directly to the day of the crime.

From the narrative technique to the later prose and poetry, the meaning has become more and more unclear.

"Officer Ke?" The assistant was surprised to find that Ke Muxun was smiling.

"Oh, I found the last piece of evidence."

Everything behind this diary is saying, I hate this society, do I want to take revenge on him?

"evidence?"

"The motive for the murder." Ke Muxun turned his head and left with Shen Qianhe's notes, "Now he has nothing to say. Take pictures of all the paintings on the wall, and then go back."

Ke Muxun, who thought he could let Shen Qianhe sit in prison, smiled wickedly, so he concluded.

What he hates the most is young people who think they are underage and can act recklessly.Thinking of his past, Ke Muxun's eyes darkened. There are so many dregs in this world.

Sister, watch how my brother wiped out these rubbish one by one.

The assistant on the side looked at Ke Muxun worriedly. He felt that although Officer Ke was still as righteous as before, since what happened to his sister, he felt that the impression of Officer Ke had changed, even if the murderer had been surprised. He died, but the hatred on Officer Ke's body didn't seem to be reduced by this, but burned even more vigorously.

This is already the fifth case of juvenile delinquency that Police Officer Ke is responsible for this year, and this is the most serious one so far.

Shen Qianhe, who was still in the detention center, didn't know what he would encounter in the future, but repeatedly recalled his diary, but because he didn't have such a good memory, he could only remember the general idea, and at his age, he was relatively middle school. The latter ones didn't write what happened today, but wrote some of their own feelings in a sideways way, which made Shen Qianhe even more unable to remember what happened.

Ever since her parents divorced, this book began to become a place to vent negative energy. What Shen Qianhe remembers most clearly is that nothing in this notebook is good.

As for what exactly is bad...

"This world seems to have abandoned itself. I tried to integrate into it, but was rejected again. Is it because I am born a different kind and will be killed? Then why has no one taken on the task of killing me? No, how can I think about it? Dirty other people’s hands? I’m not loved by others, so I’ll end up with myself.” Sitting in the office, Ke Muxun seriously looked at the diary, which was originally private privacy, but now became the evidence of the murder motive. It's ridiculous, a little kid can only force his worries and say he wants to kill himself, but isn't it just talking?

But looking at it, Ke Muxun's gaze changed a bit...

"This time I was almost beaten to death by the river. It seemed that my ribs were broken, and my hand was also broken. I lied to my mother and said it was a fall, and she believed it. Then she didn't know where she heard the news that I injured someone else, but she also I believed it. My mother was very angry, and my mother left me again. I was alone in the hospital, and I was so lonely."

"I just ignored Dad once, and he ignored me again."

"My body hurts, my heart feels empty."

"Why do people always like to spread their sympathy indiscriminately, and then take it back mercilessly?"

"Who do I want to talk to."

"Written something on the wall and felt a little shy and covered it with soft charcoal."

……

"I wrote something on the wall, and I look forward to seeing it when my mother comes into my room."

……

"I wrote on the wall the bad things that happened today. Because it was too bad, I painted it out with charcoal. I didn't think it looked good, so I drew it into a picture."

……

"why me."

……

"The last wall is it

The future will no longer cover the wall

cover it"

……

Ah, right.

Shen Qianhe finally remembered something specific in his notes, it seemed that he would mention the wall every now and then, maybe what he did in this world can be found on the wall?

She wanted to provide the police with this information, but Shen Qianhe was afraid that she would really leave some terrible information on the wall, turning her unjust crime into a real crime, so what should I do?

Ahh, the self in this world really left him a mess.

Shen Qianhe spread the book and covered the back of his head, then stood and pasted it on the wall in the corner, wanting to be quiet.

Don't ask him who Jing Jing is, he doesn't know.

"Go back to Shen Qianhe's house, find a team to clean the wall, be careful not to damage the wall itself, maybe the things behind the painting are what Shen Qianhe really wants to express." After reading Shen Qianhe's notes, Ke Muxun stood up and called his assistant, serious direct order.

"Huh? Good officer!" Although the assistant didn't know what happened, but listening to Officer Ke's order seemed to make him feel that Ke Muxun had returned!The excited assistant immediately carried out Ke Muxun's order.

And without them knowing, a piece of news about "suspected underage killing a girl of the same age and throwing her body into the wild" has begun to spread in various small newspapers...

Although the picture inside was mosaic, and the name of the so-called minor was also a pseudonym, but within a few kilometers of Shen Qianhe's home and school, almost everyone knew that this picture was about Shen Qianhe.

Although they were surprised after reading it, they had accumulated a few words from the previous rumors, which made them say a word as a matter of course.

——I knew that this person was a complete rotten person.

The newspapers only vaguely wrote that it is said, maybe, suspected, but for the readers, these are "yes" and "is".These eye-catching uncertain news are all established facts.

"Wow, it's so cold." Shen Qianhe huddled in the corner and returned to the iron bed to cover the quilt after a while. Fortunately, he was the only one in the room of the detention center, and it was different when someone took care of him outside.

God, it's cooling down.