When someone with depression enters the horror game

The school, the roof of the teaching building, the cold wind blowing.

The man in black was standing on the edge of the roof. There was a chair next to him. Shen Lian was tied to it and couldn't get rid of it.

However, Shen Lian smiled.

"Hello, teacher." He greeted politely.

The math teacher also smiled: "No one will come to save you."

"Yes, no one will save me even if I broke my throat."

The wind was blowing hard and it was cold.

"Teacher, am I going to die soon?"

"Yes, dear boy, you are going to die soon."

"Then can you tell me why you came to us?"

"382,27,117,86,5, 5, [-], [-], [-]... Your student number is [-], right?"

"Sorry teacher, I didn't see the connection between these numbers."

"Page 58 of the Math Workbook."

"Ok?"

"You didn't pay attention to the class just by looking at it. There is a random number table on page 58."

The wind is getting colder.

Shen Lian admired her teacher very much.After all, he encountered the dilemma of too many slots and didn't know where to start.

"In the past, the police had to speculate on the murderer's motive. But what if the murderer had no motive, but killed randomly? It's like a homeless man on the roadside. No one will notice when one dies, right? Facts have proved that the police are indeed useless .”

"What about monitoring?"

"Of course I was hacked into it."

Shen Lian agreed with the math teacher's point of view, at least in this matter, the police are really useless.

The math teacher observed Shen Lian's expression, and found that he was very peaceful, even comfortable.

"Do you know what it looks like when you fall from here?"

"Of course I know, pa—" Shen Lian uttered a very exaggerated onomatopoeia, if he hadn't been tied up, he might have stretched out his hand to gesture.

"There was a 'snap'. If my head hit the ground, I should have died immediately. If not, even if my internal organs were injured, I would have experienced two to three minutes of pain."

"Good boy, aren't you afraid?"

Shen Lian lazily raised her eyelids: "Death is the way home."

He paused, and then said, "I'm going to hell to kiss Satan's forehead."

"Ijump, youjump." He even had the time to cosplay the tragic ship of Titanic.

The cold wind blew on the face like a knife, causing pain.

"If you are not afraid, I will not be excited. You are not a qualified lamb."

"I never thought I was a lamb to the slaughter."

"Now it is."

"Honey, are you ready to fall into the arms of death?"

Shen Lian was not ready.

Because the executioner threw himself into the embrace of death before him.

A bullet went through his temple, and he fell from the attic.

Shen Lian sighed with some regret, and saw the doctor holding a poetry collection in one hand and a gun in the other.

The doctor read a verse.

"Just then, aplankinreasonbroke

andhitaworldateeveryplunge

anfinished knowingthen”

[Losing support, rationality begins to collapse

i fell from a height

fall into another world

Finally, see clearly]

The murderer's death plan was interrupted, just like when Shen Lian was late a few days ago, a "report" interrupted the hand of the math teacher Huayuan.

That should have been a perfect circle.

Shen Lian looked at Zheng Qing and asked, "Emily Dickinson?"

Zheng Qing smiled: "Emily Dickinson."

Footprints, stampedes, ceremonies, beatings, all sitting, heavy steps, coffins...all of these can be matched with a poem by a poetess.

"How did you find it here?"

"Fourth body found, you should be the fifth. The last stanza is about the fall. This is the highest place in the school."

"How did you know I was tied up?"

"You said that if I couldn't get through to you, you would have died a heroic sacrifice for the cause of theocracy."

"Doctor, I was joking." Shen Lian was helpless.

"It's better to believe it than to believe it. I don't want to erect a monument for people I don't know."

Zheng Qing untied Shen Lian while answering, and put a coat on Shen Lian.

"Doctor, I'm not a lady, and I don't want to wear the coat of someone I don't know."

Zheng Qing stretched his glasses: "It's just that you are tied up pitifully."

"Thank you so much, thank you."

Zheng Qing couldn't laugh or cry.

The two walked side by side under the moonlight.

As for the dead body downstairs, who cares about him?

"Dick - the random mission is completed."

"Di—the system generates the program again, and the second random task starts. If the task is not completed, the system will determine that the player is dead."

"Di—the second copy of the random mission, even better than Fangchuan—"

"Di—Random Mission [-], kill everyone you want—"

The author has something to say:

Well, actually I don’t know much about the poetess. The only impression I have about her is the famous sentence “If I hadn’t seen the sun, I could have endured the darkness”.

As for this poem, I saw it in Andrew Solomon's TED speech on depression. He spoke very well. If you are interested, you can go to Tencent or station b to read it.