i'm crazy about home

Chapter 87 Self-blame
The spread of this news was astonishing, and various online news channels also opened related discussion topics.Almost everyone expressed support for the actions of the man surnamed Li, praising him as a real man, a modern knight, and a hero, while some netizens believed that the evidence should be handed over to the police and let the law resolve it.

But so what if these disputes are caused, can it change the result that the man surnamed Li will accept legal sanctions?This is impossible, no matter how good a reason the man surnamed Li has, he cannot kill someone.Unless it is at the time of persecution, killing people because of emergency avoidance, it can still be said to be self-defense.Although the court has not yet made a judgment, it is foreseeable that at least ten years of imprisonment will be given.

Afterwards, everyone's attention turned to "Walk for the Sky" on Banzhai's website.Because at the end of this news, "Walk for the Sky" was mentioned.

"My God, if something like this happens, "Walk for the Sky" won't be blocked, will it?"

"Nonsense, this matter has something to do with "Walk for Heaven". As long as you are a bloody man, you can only do this when you encounter such a thing!"

"Hey, this matter is not as simple as you said. Just wait, in a few days, a certain expert will definitely come out and scold "Walking for the Sky" for spreading the idea of ​​using violence to control violence, inducing others to commit crimes, and creating social violence. Panic. Then the radio and television gave an order to block! I just ask that the Banzhai website is not involved together, then I will burn incense for the radio and television and set up a longevity card!"

"Although I think it's nonsense, but the more I listen to the words upstairs, the more I feel that it is really possible."

"It has already happened! The following link, sociologist Zheng Shiming published a blog post and fired at the Banzhai website!"

"It's this 2B again! The last time I was on the TV, it was enough to fuck me, and now I dare to show my eyes!"

"Let's go, let's blast his blog together!"

"Top, let's go together!"

Five minutes later, the netizens returned in victory, and Zheng Shiming's blog was paralyzed.Netizens began sending congratulatory messages one after another to celebrate the great victory.

Zheng Lu didn't look at these things, and at this time he was falling into infinite self-blame.

When I first released the game "Walk for Heaven", it was because of a moment of anger, I resented that I had nothing to do with those scumbags who shouldn't be left in the world, so I wanted to vent in the game.He thought that everyone was the same as himself, and would only use it as a tool to vent, instead of being affected by it.

Zheng Lu is too naive.If things don't happen to me, I can certainly speak up without shame and maintain a clean and self-sufficient attitude.But once things really happen, how many people can maintain their sanity?At this time, "Walk for the Sky" is like a catalyst, catalyzing madness and drowning reason.

I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

Although this matter had nothing to do with Zheng Lu, this deep self-blame made Zheng Lu extremely sad.Ten years, or no period, if it is more serious, it is the death penalty.A person's life is likely to be buried in his own hands like this. This kind of mental burden made Zheng Lu extremely depressed.

Hiding his head in the bedding, Zheng Lu cried silently.

Zheng Lu, who has just matured in mind and has not experienced much social training, cannot bear this kind of depression and can only vent by crying.Seeing this situation, Glasses Girl and Fox Hua Xiaoxuan both wanted to step forward to help solve the problem.It's a pity that he couldn't get out of the computer, and Zheng Lu, who didn't wear a headset, couldn't hear their voices at all, so he could only worry on the sidelines.

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Early the next morning, when the head of the lion house got up, he found Zheng Lu was still under the blanket.

"Old prostitute, it's time to get up! Didn't you always get up on time, kid? What's going on today?"

The head of the lion house called a few times, and after washing up, he still didn't see Zheng Lu, so he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Hey, old whore! Are you fucking going to get up!"

The head of the lion house became impatient, pushed the door open and went in, and saw Zheng Lu lying on the floor without a quilt on his body.The head of the lion's house hurried forward to help him up, and touched his forehead, it turned out that he had a fever.

"Did you stay up late yesterday to play games again, kid? It's really causing trouble for people!"

Zheng Lu woke up in a daze, only feeling dizzy for a while, and tried to stand up, but couldn't exert any strength.I fell asleep crying last night without covering myself with a quilt, probably because I caught a cold.

"Let's talk, do you want to see a doctor and ask a nurse to play an injection game, or take medicine at home to solve the problem?"

People like Zheng Lu usually don't care about a little bit of fever, and it passes after taking some medicine.So Zheng Lu waved his hand, expressing that he would not see a doctor.

"You wait, I will help you find someone who has no class today, and I will ask for leave for Professor Uchida's class."

Soon, the lion head found someone who had no class today. He was Yang Yan.This guy had just returned from delivering the newspaper in the morning when he was taken to Zheng Lu's room and asked to help take care of it.

"Sorry to trouble you."

"No matter how polite you are, you are all Chinese, as you should be. I will write novels here. If you need anything, just tell me."

Yang Yan found medicine and water, helped Zheng Lu drink it, and then took the notebook he was carrying to start writing a novel.Every day when he is not in class or working, he will sit down and write something he wants to write, which can be regarded as a way of learning.

In the afternoon, Zheng Lu was sweating all over, and his dizziness subsided a lot, so he started chatting with Yang Yan.

"Yang Yan, you are majoring in fiction, right? Let me use an analogy. For example, if the protagonist of your novel commits suicide, and a reader imitates the plot in the novel and commits suicide, what would you do?"

Yang Yan turned his head and saw Zheng Lu looking at him expectantly.

"Hehe, your question is really interesting. Well, let me tell you something."

Yang Yan walked to Zheng Lu's side, sat down, and began to tell stories.

"Before I started writing novels, I was working in a flower shop. There was a vice president who also liked reading novels, and he always wanted to write a novel of his own, but he never started writing. I am very curious, I asked him why, and he replied that he was afraid."

"Afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Zheng Lu was attracted by this story and couldn't help asking.

"He was afraid of his words, and the thoughts revealed in the words, which would affect other people's thinking. He said that even if only one person read the novel he wrote and was influenced by the novel, it was the writer's responsibility. , Whether it is good or bad, he has to bear it. And he can't bear this responsibility."

Zheng Lu understood that what the vice president said was indeed very reasonable. His current situation was exactly as the vice president said and he was unable to shoulder this responsibility.But Zheng Lu still had a question, and that was Yang Yan's choice after hearing these words.

"Then why do you still write novels?"

"Hehe, what's the point? Because, there are still people who want to see it!"

(End of this chapter)