through those heavy years

Knowing how serious the matter of the dead is, paying more attention to it, and knowing what the consequences of killing will be. Before the anger swells the head, killing is nothing more than life for life, and life for life is not a terrible thing when it doesn't happen.From childhood to adulthood, I have done many reckless and murderous things, and I am fortunate to be blessed by God every time, including this incident of the contractor - the contractor was not killed, but seriously injured.Every time I tried to kill someone but failed, I never once reflected on my brutal behavior. Even if I got unparalleled regret in the murder of Wang Caixia, what I regret is that I have pushed the distance between Luo Feng and Luo Feng in a cruel way. The farther away, the regret is that he came to a strange city, but met Luo Feng.From the beginning to the end, Wang Caixia's life was not very important to me. The consequences of killing people cannot be compared with the consequences of pushing Luo Feng further and further away.Therefore, the fundamental existence will allow oneself to vent the sins of others arrogantly under the anger.

It must have ended badly, maybe without God's favor, I have died [-] times.Now, I don't know what the consequences of hurting someone will be if I don't have to risk my life to pay for it.I also don't want to think about the so-called hurtful consequences.I don't allow myself to be afraid, because I think fear only makes a person more ridiculous.I made my originally indifferent face even more indifferent, thinking that I am not even afraid of death, and nothing can make me panic!However, it is always fake.When the bright and cold handcuffs were handcuffed on my hands, the human side suddenly awakened the softest heart.Yes, my grandma, I can't go back this year.

But there were still no tears, and I couldn't see how painful it was.You can also force yourself to be calm and face everything calmly.I was first taken to the Public Security Bureau for interrogation, and the police asked me why I beat someone.I sat motionless in a dimly lit room surrounded by walls, silent, naively thinking that I could still face it with this attitude.The police asked patiently for a long time, they thought my eyes were very strange, and my expression was also very abnormal.They thought I had mental problems, so they chased and beat someone desperately, because they thought that even if they had great hatred, they would not beat someone so fiercely.So they specially invited a psychiatrist from outside to diagnose me.

Psychiatrists, like police officers, begin by asking many questions.After the questioning, I was still silent, looking at the desktop blankly, and gave me a lot of things to identify and judge, and even filled out the psychological test questionnaire.I am indifferent to his actions. Being in a daze is the most effective way for me to pass the time at the moment. If I want to be in a daze, I need to be in a daze deliberately.The psychiatrist observed for a day and pondered for a long time. He could only look at the surface to see if he could find any clues that reflected the abnormal psychology.He finally judged it, and concluded that there is no mental illness, mild disturbance of consciousness, violent tendencies, and psychological defects!

The police spent a whole day for me, and they were very impatient.Knowing that he has no mental problems, he still dares to keep silent, and his temper immediately explodes.He committed a crime and became a mute, and indeed he had a mild disturbance of consciousness.But no matter what obstacles you have, as long as you are not a fool and do not obey the rules, you will be punished directly.The police stripped me naked and shocked my scrotum and some soft sensitive parts with electric batons.Those who have experienced this kind of pain will know that the instant convulsions, as if the flesh and blood are being eaten by a big mouth, the pain runs through the whole body incomparably, and after thinking about it, it will feel more painful than life, and the nerves will be delayed.In the face of this excruciating pain, no matter how stubborn you are, you'd better speak up unless you want to die.

I am stubborn, and I can be as hard as a rock in order to show my stubbornness.But you have to give in if you are stubborn, because your stubbornness and your situation are useless with these pains, so why don't you talk, what is the stubbornness.I couldn't bear the pain, and felt that my lower body was no longer my own.I truthfully summoned the police, saying that because the contractor killed my friend, I wanted to kill him.I said it, and the police listened, and I knew that there would be no other changes except that no punishment would be imposed.Naturally, they won't investigate Luo Feng's affairs clearly just because of my words.Even if I report the case specifically for this matter, nothing will come of it, and no results will be obtained.So don't think there are any rules here, you are a criminal, and you will face a life without rules, which is the punishment for your lack of rules.

They detained me in the detention center, waiting for the preliminary trial by the Public Security Bureau, the procuratorate, and the court's judgment, and finally I was convicted and sent to prison.

The detention center is a dirty house of [-] square meters, with no windows on all sides, and the floor is two stories high. It is said that it is deliberately built so high to prevent prisoners from hanging themselves. As a prisoner, he does not even have the right to commit suicide.There are some wooden planks inside the room, people face each other, flesh by flesh, and more than a dozen people sleep densely.A black stinky bucket was placed by the door, and the feces of a dozen people were piled up there for a day, until the designated person was sent to take the bucket out to clean it the next day.

There is a cell boss in the guard who is responsible for discipline management. He is thick and thick with a face full of flesh.When he saw me, he said, yo, he also sent me a little boy with fine skin and tender flesh.

The prison boss entered the palace for the second time, selling drugs.As soon as I walked in, he rubbed a ball of paper and threw it to me, saying that it was the prison regulations, which consisted of twelve rules and hundreds of words.I haven't finished memorizing it in one day, waiting to peel off.

The pain on my body has still disappeared, so I don't have the heart to memorize these.I casually threw the ball of paper into the dung bucket, thinking it was no big deal.However, when the prison chief saw it, he immediately became furious, saying that he had never seen such a dick, who dared to be blatantly arrogant in front of him.As soon as he finished speaking, four or five men who were as big and three thick as the cell boss stood up, surrounded me in a corner, and beat me up violently without saying a word.I held my head, unexpectedly these people would actually hit me.The moving voice was loud, but it didn't attract the attention of any policemen.I was beaten indiscriminately by them without any power to fight back. After suffering severe physical pain again, I was so painful that I shed tears.

They didn't know how long they beat me, and they never intended to let go.They fished the glob of mouth out of the dung bucket and stuffed it in my mouth.I felt an unprecedented nausea, and my whole stomach was about to vomit.

The life of a sinner is as humble as it really is.They have no human rights, no dignity, no thoughts, and they are not even worthy of being human beings. They face life worse than animals.The head of the cell is appointed by the police to teach some prisoners who don't obey the discipline that they don't have to bear responsibility even if they are killed.I have never seen myself being so despised, like a piece of rotten meat being torn apart by a pack of vicious dogs.

"Ah—" I screamed heart-piercingly, the pain I suffered reached a level of comfort, it was unbearable, and I still wanted to resist for my pride.

"It's still screaming, damn it, it's like a stinky stone, smelly and hard!" the cell boss said, and beat me up again.They broke two of my ribs until I passed out.

When I woke up, my whole body was already lying under the white quilt.For me, white is a color of despair.But now I can't move, I can only bear the animal-like Ling Chi with tears in my eyes.

I know that violence will only lead to more violence, and all resistance will end in endless pain and violence.When I was young, I was protected by the halo of a young child. Except for being hung up and whipped, I didn't feel the torture of death.When he grew up, Luo Feng sheltered him and was free and unrestrained, not knowing the depth of his life.Now, if you want to survive, you have to restrain your edge, hold your breath and be proud!You don't have the conditions to make yourself look cool, Wang Xiaodong, you have tasted enough punishment, you deserve it, do you need more punishment to make you grow up!

After lying in the hospital for more than two months, after going through a series of procedures including the pre-examination by the Public Security Bureau, the procuratorate, and the court, I was finally sentenced for my guilt—intentional wounding, grade [-] serious injury, and six years in prison!

Maybe it's because my body is still feeling the pain. When I heard the verdict, my spirit didn't show much depression.Or maybe it's because I still want to pretend to show fearless courage in the face of the worst situation, pretend to be calm, and keep my dignity from being defeated and self-righteous.Yes, I also have a self righteous side, so disgusting and disgusting.

The day I was sent to the prison was December [-]th, the sky was freezing rain and it was extremely dark and gloomy.The police car drove us through the prosperous urban area, country roads, and dense forests, and continued to drive forward without slowing down.The freezing rain crackled on the car body, the bumpy muddy road was splashed, and the rumbling sound of the car was accompanied by all these. The atmosphere created was like being in Hell.

There were three other people who were escorted to the prison with me, two of them were uncles who appeared to be in their 40s, and a boy who seemed to be about my age.The two uncles are relatively calm on the surface. After all, they are people who have experienced the years. They know that nervousness and fear are useless, and they can only follow the fate of being sentenced.The boy looked immature, with fair skin, and he was a full-fledged city kid.He was obviously very nervous and frightened, his face was sallow and sallow, and his expression was exhausted.He should have cried to death after knowing that he was sentenced, and couldn't rest well for a few days.He looked out of the window from time to time, his fingers tightly intertwined, watching, shedding tears alone.

The car drove all the way without stopping, and finally reached the destination.An iron door was pushed open by two prison guards, and the car drove in smoothly.Looking out from the car window, all that can be seen are high walls and iron fences, tightly surrounding the surroundings.The escort policemen carried guns on their backs and handed some documents to the prison guards who came to hand them over. Then the door of the prison van was opened with a creaking sound, and we got out one by one in handcuffs.