Please forgive me. I ask the world to forgive me. Please forgive me, a murderer.

Crime is ugly, but I committed a serious crime. Others write words to express the beauty of romance, but I do it to atone for my sins. I do it for my heart, and I use words to apologize to the people I killed.

I am trying to get the world's forgiveness. I hope to get the world's forgiveness. In this way, when the public security organs execute me, I can die with peace of mind.

In two months, I will be shot according to law. Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot me, and there will be one less bad guy in the world. I am a murderous bad guy, and I should be shot.

I accepted the punishment I received calmly and confessed my guilt. I found a lot of manuscript paper in prison, and I wrote on the manuscript paper. I poured out my words on the manuscript paper and said what I wanted to say.

Let’s just talk about the fact that I was shot. I deserved to die, but when you think about it, it’s quite cruel. So many people are looking at me and talking about me. They will talk about the date of my death. They are talking about when.

It is appropriate to execute me.

I will be shot sooner or later. I will be shot sooner or later. I have killed people and robbed other people's things. I often fight alone and have hurt many people. A person like me, a criminal, and a criminal

Those who deserve to be punished. I request that I be shot quickly. I am a bad guy. Let me, a bad guy, get out of here.

But I am a little unwilling to do so. When a person dies, there are still many things that have not been said and many things that have not been done. What a pity. Life is only once. If you die and there are still many things that you want to do that have not been done, then it is a shame.

What a pity.

I am about to be shot. Before I die, I have a lot to say. If I speak to the wall, no one will remember my words, and the wall will not record what I say. So I

Use writing to write down what I want to say.

In addition to saying sorry to the people I killed and to their families, I also want to say a lot. Those people I killed were all innocent. I just picked up the knife because I thought it was fun. Or when I was angry, I would say a lot.

Killed them. I used to be able to chop a pig bone with a kitchen knife, but when I use a knife to kill people, I feel that it is not difficult to chop the bones.

Regardless of why I killed people, I knew I was wrong. I was sentenced to death, and I accepted it. I was in prison waiting for the death penalty to come, and I was waiting for someone to carry out this punishment. Before going to the execution ground.

I have something to say.

I still have some books I want to read that I haven't read, and I still have some words I want to write that I haven't written yet. I can't just forget about it. I must write what I want to write before I am executed.

What I want to say most is that I don’t want to die. I killed someone and paid for my life. From a rational point of view, I should be shot. But from an emotional point of view, I don’t want to die. I like to drink tofu.

After being shot, can you still drink tofu nao? No, how sad that would be.

Anyway, I'm not dead yet, I can write in prison. I messed up these manuscript papers, and some of the things I wrote before were pushed to the back, and some of the things I just wrote were put to the front, and

Some words fell into the trash can. I didn't pick them up. I just dropped them and didn't want them anymore.

The words I have written can almost be used to publish a "Confessions", or even a "Confessions". This "Confessions" shows my attitude of admitting my mistakes. When many readers read this book, I

has been executed.

I have lost my freedom in prison now, but I was free before. When I was free, I traveled to many places. I have rich travel experience. Is there any person who can say that he has more travel experience than me?

If you have traveled to more places than me, you must be joking. No one has been to more places than me. No one has more travel experience than me. No one. No one.

I traveled to a wild place and had no place to live. I didn’t want to live on rocks or haystacks in the wild, so I found a cemetery. The cemetery had been robbed many times. I don’t know who the robbers were, but it was quite strange.

Thanks to them, they dug a hole for me, and I happened to live in it, which was warm in winter and cool in summer.

I have stayed in tomb caves, slept in bridge caves, and stayed in hotels when I had money. Once I stayed in a hotel, it cost me 100,000 yuan a night, and breakfast cost 6,000 yuan. When I had no money, I

Looking for a place to sleep, my life is so ups and downs.

For a long period of time, I just did whatever I loved and did whatever I loved. However, someone told me that if I couldn’t do whatever I loved, I could do whatever I could to make money.

I hate this statement. I just do whatever I don’t want to make money. I don’t want to be a slave to money. But too many times, when I receive money, I open the back door for others. When I receive money, I become a different person. I also

I really can do whatever I can with the money. If others give me money, I will accept it.

The people who look after us are like crows. Sometimes they come in two, sometimes they come in a group, and they scream at us. I am disgusted with it. If I were a tiger, I would eat them all.

If your stomach is full, digest them all.

I have done many wrong things and received the punishment I deserve. Many times I said that there is no king's law in the world, and I am the king's law. But now I will not say that. I have been sanctioned by the law, and I found that I

Not so crazy anymore, I'm not so arrogant anymore.

I am guilty, and I am currently serving time in prison for the crime I committed, but I am not illiterate, and I can still write. My close friends in prison all ridiculed me, saying that I wrote on paper because I was full.

It's okay, I have nothing to do and my butt hurts.

At first they said this to me, and I laughed it off. But they always said things to me without restraint that I didn't like to hear. There was a fat man, a very tall fat man, who dared to laugh at me, which made me angry.

I picked up a brick on the ground and slapped it on his face. I saw bright red blood flowing from his nostrils.

I laughed at him, "Are you a woman? Why are you menstruating?"

He was also angry and wanted to fight back. I carry a knife with me. I don’t like to be a chivalrous person or fight injustices, but like a chivalrous man, I can never leave my body with a knife. I took out the long sword hidden in my trouser leg.

The knife, I slashed his chest several times with the knife, scratching his chest, and then I stabbed his body with the knife.

I stabbed him very hard, from the stomach, and then the tip of the knife came out from his back. I stabbed him fifty-six times, and his stomach was broken by me. I killed him, and at the same time I

I smelled an unpleasant odor coming from his body, and I stared at him blankly. Seeing that his body was not moving but his blood was moving, I put down the knife, sat on the ground, and waited for the prison leaders to deal with it.

Because I committed murder, I was pulled into a house. It was impossible for me to escape from that house. Then someone entered the house. He took an electric baton and beat me. I counted, and he beat me twenty times in total.

Eight times.

He also used other tools to torture me. What impressed me deeply was that they used a tool to pinch my fingers. My hands hurt. I screamed, but the more I screamed, the more painful it became.

I admit it, I admit my mistake. I admit my mistake, but I cannot guarantee that I will not make a mistake in the future. It is very possible that if I admit my mistake today, I will make the same mistake again in a few days.

I once wrote a guarantee not to kill anyone again, but today, I killed another person. Why did I kill him? He laughed at me and said I was a prisoner.

Yes, I am a prisoner, but I don’t want others to say I am a prisoner. I am a prisoner, this is my identity, I am a prisoner, I am a prisoner, this is a fact. But when others say I am a prisoner, I

I can't stand it because I can't stand it from him

I can tell from his mouth that he is contemptuous of me, he is discriminating against me, he looks down on me, and looking down on me is his characteristic. He just ridicules me and ridicules me. I can't stand the ridicule. That fat man despises me, and I am angry.

, and killed him.

Why did I kill? The reason why I killed was very simple, because I was angry. The reason why I killed was very simple, because he laughed at me.

I admit that it was wrong of me to kill. I accept the death penalty. Even if I am shot, it is still right. Killing requires a life, and I am willing to pay with my life.

Before I was executed, I still wanted to write what I wanted to write on paper. I used words to atone for my sins. I recorded my shameless experiences and then tried to be forgiven. No matter whether anyone forgives me or not, I hope to be forgiven.

.I am a sinner.

Prison is sometimes very quiet, suitable for writing, but when writing, I often think of my daughters. My six daughters are what I care about the most. When I think of my daughters, I feel uncomfortable. When I enter the prison, I feel uncomfortable

The damage they caused must have been great, and I never thought about their feelings.

If they chat with others and talk about their father, they may not want to say that their father is a prisoner, a man who has been in prison, and has been in prison. It is too embarrassing and shameless. I have made my daughter lose face.

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People are all about face. If you say you are a general, you will have face. If you say you are a beggar, you will have no face. What you do and whether it is decent is very important.

I'm a criminal who everyone calls for beating, and I'm such a worthless prisoner. Even if I get out of prison, no one will think highly of me. Even if I want to change my ways, no one will believe me. No one will give me such a chance.

.What's more, I have killed more than one person, and the only thing waiting for me is the death penalty.

My life is about to end like this. When I look back on this life, I feel that I have an indissoluble bond with this prison. It’s like, I was in prison when I was born, I was in prison when I committed a crime, and I am also in prison after I die.

In prison. I often imagine that I was born in prison, grew up in prison, and died in prison.
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