Jin Province, Quanshui City, Nancheng District.
Facing the night, a tired young man in his 20s turned the key with slumped shoulders and opened the dirty security door of his home.
There was a clang, clang, clang, the door shook, and dust fell.
"Ahem...the dust is gone, and I have made a great contribution to the world's air purification...but I remember to wipe the door, but why didn't I? Because I wanted to wipe it with my feet, but I didn't.
I can't work with my feet, so a logic bug occurs, so the brain terminates this meaningless behavior..."
Talking nonsense to himself, the young man felt that the empty living room was a little deserted. He subconsciously turned on the TV, but after hearing the lively sounds from the TV, he felt even more sad.
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When he came to the bathroom, the young man turned on the faucet.
He casually picked up some water and washed his face. Taking advantage of the coolness that had not dissipated from his face, the young man stared at the mirror in a daze for a while with his lovely big glass eyes.
It’s not about being obsessed with one’s boundless beauty and prosperity (not a typo).
Young people just want to see through the mirror what the guy who has been tricked by the world looks like.
Sure enough, since you don't want to be a harem, you can only act like a ghost.
The young man was extremely sure that if Pu Songling saw his ghostly appearance, he would definitely arrange for a lovely and beautiful young lady to fall in love with him and become the successor to the grass python hero Xu Hanwen and the undead archer Ning Caichen.
'A Ghost Face and a Thousand Gold Top' after Dragon Knight Yin Zhiping.
The face in the mirror perfectly inherited the masculinity of his father and the femininity of his mother. However, the messy black hair and the dark circles under his eyes that were so thick that they were about to become national treasures slightly ruined the outstanding temperament and made him look a little decadent.
Yes, it's very depressing, very depressing.
The kind that is about to fart.
Recalling what he saw and heard today, the young man decided to leave his last unyielding voice in this hellish world in his diary.
So, he chose to go back to the desk and picked up the thick locked diary.
The password for the small lock in the diary was 404. He always remembered it. Although he tried desperately to forget it, he could not forget the damn password anyway, because this password was both today's date and his birthday. If he didn't
If there is an accident, it will also be the anniversary of his death.
Tomb Sweeping Day, birthdays, deaths, guided by fate, we finally bumped into each other and can never be separated.
If the three knots are combined, the world is invincible; if the three joys come to the door, no one will be born.
Why don't you hurry up and light some incense sticks to celebrate the occasion?
It's a pity that I have used too much incense recently and it has been burned out...
There was a little regret on the young man's dejected face, and he felt somewhat lonely in the days without incense...
Having said that, since April 4th is my birthday every year, shouldn't I give myself a whole drink today? Forget it, drinking can damage your kidneys...
Now that I think about it, I have saved a lot of financial burden on my family since I was born. If my birthday and death anniversary can be celebrated at the same time... Sure enough, it seems that I can save a lot of money by kicking my legs today?
Looking at the black and white photos of themselves, my parents will definitely smile happily, right?
The young man holding the pen in his hand and staring at the blank page of the diary fell into deep thought. Of course, this did not involve great philosophy.
In any case, at least the police officer must understand that the cause of his death was not homicide but self-murder, so that extra police resources will not be wasted and the already tired police officer will be taught another tired lesson.
His life is already in a mess, and this is his biggest wish now to cause as little trouble to others as possible.
The black carbon pen slid across the new page of the diary. The young man bit the pen cap twice and quickly lowered his head.
"On April 4, 2021, the weather was sunny... but I always felt it was overcast, the kind of overcast old coins, because as always, I didn't feel the warmth of the spring breeze when I was walking on the street. God has no good intentions.
The old coin has been staring at me somewhere, playing with my pure body and soul, and is really not prepared to leave any privacy to me..."
"Although I have long realized that the thief has been bent on messing with me since I was born, from top to bottom, from the outside in, and tortured me in any way, but I am still too young.
I didn’t expect that the thief God has no lower limit, and even my sister was taken away by my father...
Forget it, I’m used to losing anyway, but it’s a bit regretful that I can’t get it back in the face of the thief, what a loss!”
"So angry! So angry! So angry! Click, click, click, click, click..."
"Don't say it's a thief. The more you say it, the more angry you become!
…”
The pen tip paused, and the young man sighed deeply, his eyes full of despair.
"It's better to say it, otherwise there will be nothing to say. You can't open this diary in vain...
... I never imagined that a month ago, in disbelief, I had just attended the wedding of my mother and her adoptive father, who was free of charge. I witnessed my mother and her adoptive father, who was twenty years older than her, becoming a legal couple. Today I witnessed that my biological father and I had no relationship.
Daughters who are related by blood but raised by their own hands get married.
The most outrageous thing is not that the two chose to get married on the Qingming Festival, but that the marriage registration office did not have a holiday during the statutory holidays. The staff not only approved the marriage of the two, but also sent their blessings in a trembling manner!?
You have completely understood the red thread. Yin and Yang take all. Is the other end of the red thread white?
Now that I think about it, the reason why the registration office agreed is because someone got married and got a certificate during the Qingming Festival, right? Right? Right?
There is a red notebook in the white paper money, and I ask you if you are afraid? Anyway, I am afraid...
Forget it, after going through so much, I actually understand the registration office.
Who dares to offend such a ruthless person who gives you wedding candies on Qingming Festival? To this day, I still deeply remember those two pairs of trembling and frightened eyes in the dark door of the seemingly unrelated marriage registration office during the day...
Now that I think about it, the staff must have been coerced by something unclean. If I guessed correctly, it was definitely a thief!
All in all, the meaning of the registration office is probably: when the father and mother divorce, the father and daughter do not have a three-generation direct or collateral blood relationship certificate, which is enough to break the shackles of the law and change from illegal to legal, so the father can have no scruples with his love.
Marrying his adopted daughter is a legal marriage and is protected by law.
but……
I don’t understand! What about the agreed-upon relationship between the adopted daughter and the adopted father? Why do you just turn a blind eye?
As soon as I entered the registration office, I saw the staff going crazy and trembling. Oh my God, you still said you weren't the one doing it?"
After forcibly calming down his excited heart, the young man once again immersed himself in writing.
"To be honest, I'm going to crack, no, I've already cracked, not my butt, but my head, wait, it seems my butt is also cracked, anyway, it's all cracked, my butt and head are split open... Wait,
What nonsense am I writing?
The reason for the split was not that my family members all found their own family members in my family and became each other's new family members. In the end, I was left alone, a lonely person who had lost all my family members.
It’s not that my father, who has always been a strict father to raise my sister and me, is secretly watching “The Group Dotes on My Spoiled Wife, The Domineering President Falls in Love with Me” on his mobile phone, nor is it the father’s face when he sees the plot of his beloved wife being pampered.
There is an indescribable feeling of comfort...
It's not, really. Don't believe it, police uncle. Well, maybe a little bit, because it's so outrageous. The person dad is replacing is not the overbearing president...
By the way, to get down to business, the main reason for the split is that I realized that after tonight, my sister will become my mother. She will call me brother and I will call her mother.
My sister is actually the daughter of my mother and her adoptive father, so I have to call my grandfather stepfather, and my father needs to call me brother-in-law. If he has another son with my sister, I should call him
What? How about calling me Grandpa Zu?
Anyway, I am just a grandson, a turtle grandchild, my family are all married, no one cares about my feelings..."
Wiping the wet corners of his eyes, the young man continued to write with tears in his eyes.
"So, this world is no longer worthy of love. When I was a child, my ambition of 'crying alone, true love is invincible' has gone far away. Let alone true love, I think I am lacking in love, and God is lacking in heart..."
Being completely targeted by the world, I decided to stick to the southeast branch. I really didn’t want to call my sister’s son grandpa, so I decided to die early and be reincarnated early to create a new name and strive for greater glory.
Eighteen years later, I, Xia Enzhou, am a good man again! But God, you have bullied me for so long. Open your eyes and never send me to India next door. I am really afraid of those people who like cow dung cakes dipped in the holy water of the Ganges.
You ruthless man, please don’t bring me to Bangzi Country. I don’t want to apply for World Heritage at the top of my lungs every day just for the peacock dance fingering..."
After writing this, the young man who felt a little off topic sighed, paused slightly on his pen, and then lowered his head again, like a defeated person admitting defeat.
"...So, if any police officer sees this diary, please believe what is said in this diary. The things recorded in this diary, including the reasons why I killed myself, are all
It's an ironclad fact. If you don't believe it, just check the font. It's definitely not someone pretending to be someone and trying to kill me. Having said that, I have to mention that Conan is really difficult sometimes. I think it should be renamed "Ke Di".
Well, after all, where Conan is, the Japanese are in trouble...
...There are too many digressions. Sure enough, I am a little abnormal, so let’s get back to the point.
Uncle policeman, I have been cursed by God, and my life is in a mess, so I choose to release myself. Yes, desperate boys are so confident.
Let me briefly explain the crime process to the police uncle. The murderer is myself. My crime tool is a hemp rope picked up from the vegetable market. I have seen it hanging pigs with my own eyes. It is absolutely strong.
To be continued...