There are several suicide holy sites in Beijing. One is the very high overpass near Liuli Bridge. It is very high. Standing on the bridge and looking down, the cars passing by at high speed make you dizzy. There is also the Aerospace Bridge to the west on Fucheng Road.

On the bridge across the canal, homeless people often live under the bridge, lighting fires and cooking in broken pots.

, the water is scooped from the canal. The water does not look dirty, but the color is very dark, blue-black. A man died here. This man was from Jilin, and his wife was from Sichuan. She had been working in the media to make a living in Beijing.

There are many media outlets who will never have any future based on their names. They don’t want children because they don’t have a house or a job.

The job was also precarious. That day, the man walked to the bridge after get off work, which was the only way for him to go to and from get off work every day. It was the rush hour of commuting, and many people hurried past the man. The season was late spring, warm and pleasant, and the canal The water inside has risen and flowed darkly. Men cross this bridge every day, but they never pay attention.

I was interested in the scenery by the bridge. I don’t know why the man slowed down this time. There were already people fishing on the far side of the river bank. It looked like there would be no fish in the river, and there were also people asking for fish. The man was lying on the bridge railing and looking towards the river.

Looking inside, the water kept flowing. The man took out his mobile phone, held it with two fingers, and hung it on the

In the air, it stood still like this. The man's fingers suddenly loosened, and the phone splashed into the river with a "plop" sound. To the man's surprise, he thought it would make a loud sound, but with such a heavy phone, it just fell softly.

Did the ground "pounce"? The man was not willing to accept it. He also hung the bag in the air. The bag was heavy and he struggled with two fingers.

He squeezed it until it hurt from exhaustion. The man got annoyed, and when he let go, the bag fell down. Frustratingly, the sound of the bag hitting the water was not much louder than that of the mobile phone. People who were off work hurried past the man, not squinting.

, people living in Beijing don’t like to meddle in other people’s business. There are countless scams out there.

The man climbed up to the railing of the bridge and stood there. The railing was narrow and the man was swaying. Some people noticed the man and thought he was doing street surveying. Street surveyors in Beijing do all kinds of strange things. Some people stood on the small street.

On top of the car, there were people lying on the ground. The man balanced his body, and then suddenly jumped into the river.

Went there, and the sound of the man entering the water was not much louder than the sound of his wallet. I don’t know if anyone who saw the man jumping into the river took out his cell phone to call the police. Anyway, after the man jumped, there were no onlookers. It is said that the day of the man’s death was July 15th, and ghosts were rampant.
Chapter completed!