The indescribable "I"

A peaceful afternoon.

A hidden corner of the library.

The sharp utility knife cut a small cut in the skin of the arm, and the other hand holding the writing brush dipped the blood from the wound until it was full of blood.Its owner used blood as ink, painting stroke after stroke on the wall.

The lines were outlined, and with a few short strokes, the pattern of the inverted hexagram clearly appeared.

"Not enough... not enough."

The whites of Ke Ming's eyes turned out a little bloodshot, looking extremely terrifying.

"To fulfill my wish, I need more runes." He muttered crazily, making the original wound bigger and bleeding more and more, but he seemed to feel no pain , continued to draw with a steady hand.

Until the end, Ke Ming stuffed the sundries into his pockets, stared gloomyly at the white wall he had painted all over for a moment, and drew the curtains for cover.

There is generally no one in the library these days.

Countless bookshelves stood here, showing the rich heritage of the school. The books filling the bookshelves created a solemn atmosphere, but the strong smell of paper still could not calm him down.

As long as Ke Ming thinks of the goal that is about to be accomplished, his heart will jump out of his chest with excitement.

"Come on, come on!"

As if a branding iron was burning on his nerves, he almost screamed tremblingly, and his steps were fast.

So at the corner, Ke Ming bumped into someone unexpectedly.

"Oh--"

Ke Ming was hit and sat down on the ground, his eyes immediately stared over.

The opponent was not knocked down, but he also staggered a few steps.The person who hit him regained his composure, looked at him worriedly after standing upright, and stretched out his hand to try to help him, "Are you okay?"

Ke Ming wiped his face. He was not used to such gentle words for a while because he has always endured insults from others. He was stunned for a moment, but then he thought of his current status, and said sharply: "Don't you have eyes?"

"I'm sure I've grown."

The other party was not irritated by his words, but tilted his head and answered too seriously.

Ke Ming was choked by his words, and then he looked carefully at the person who hit him.After he saw it clearly, his face couldn't help but change, "Are you... He Jue?"

Yes, the person who was hit was He Jue.

He rubbed his waist and abdomen, and whispered softly: "It's me, are you?"

He Jue looked up at him.

Ke Ming was scrutinized by those light-colored eyes for a while, and he panicked for some reason.He Jue looked at him for a long time, then clapped his hands as if he had suddenly realized, "I remember you."

This sentence made Ke Ming even more flustered, while He Jue showed a concerned look, and asked, "How are you doing recently? Is there anyone else coming to bully you?"

"If you have something, you must tell me, I will never sit idly by."

Ke Ming thought in his heart, no, no one will bully me after today.

He Jue's concern reminded him of those unbearable and humble things

He is one of many poor students in the school who want to change their destiny by learning.

Because he put all his energy on his studies, his personality became a little withdrawn and he had few friends. Once he accidentally ran into a few rich second-generation villains in the school, his nightmare began.

Those gangsters hang around in school all day, because the family is rich and powerful, and the school doesn't care. He is like an interesting toy they found in their spare time, and they will often catch him in a corner and humiliate him.

Sometimes the mentality of young people is more wanton, and they will find excuses for themselves.In their view, some bullying of the weak is not an act of violence, but just a fight.

For the resistance of the bullied, they will feel that you are ignorant, and they will want to teach you a lesson.

If Ke Ming didn't dare to resist, he would be bullied even more severely, and if he resisted their "punishment", it would fall on him more openly.

He didn't even dare to tell his family, because he was afraid that his parents would be sad. His mentality has been affected by this, and his grades have dropped sharply.

Ke Ming almost collapsed in such an environment.

He wanted to die, but didn't dare to die, so he lived in a muddle like this.

The spirit is gradually heading towards the abyss of irreversibility.

He met a netizen on the Internet. After listening to his experience, this netizen asked him why he didn't kill them?He said that he has a way to retaliate against them, but it depends on whether he dares or not.

What he didn't want at first was that those people forced him time and time again. Rabbits would bite people when they were in a hurry. Ke Ming finally let the killing intent fill his mind. He used two talisman papers sent by netizens , It’s okay to think about it. According to what the netizens said, he wrote the names of the people he wanted to kill and how they died.

As a result, those people really died! ! !

When the police came to investigate, he was terrified, but fortunately, there was no trace of this abnormal method, and the police could not find him.

But it wasn't just these two who bullied him, there was a large group of them. In the eyes of the rich and idle students, the lonely and poor students were the targets of being bullied.

Ke Ming was beaten again recently by them in the toilet, his whole body was covered with bruises. This time, he was not so helpless.

After those people left, he took out his mobile phone with a sinister smile and contacted the netizen who had helped him.

Already tasted the thrill of revenge, this feeling is like an addiction and I can't quit.

[I want them to die, let all those who ignore and hurt me die. 】

aha-

Faces of ridicule or indifference flashed across his mind, he viciously had an intracranial/orgasm, and wanted to stab these people's bodies with a knife, tear out their internal organs, and let them know their pain .

The long-term school violence has distorted Ke Ming's spirit to a certain extent, making him more likely to be deluded and lose his mind. The victim turns into the perpetrator, and he will be excited about his excessive revenge.

He drew the pattern with his own blood according to what that person said, and it had to fill many corners for it to work.

During this process, he cut open his skin, and felt no pain at all, all he could feel was excitement and pleasure.

When he was about to go back to report.

He met He Jue, a person who helped him.

Ke Ming stopped thinking about it with a gloomy expression.

No, He Jue definitely didn't really help him.

He is also one of the rich students, He Jue should be with them, he should just enjoy the self-satisfaction brought by this charity.

Ah, yeah, after all his situation didn't change after all, did it?

Thinking of this, he collected himself, and felt that He Jue's caring words and gentle face were fake, so he yelled at him: "You hypocrite, I want you to mind your own business!"

Ke Ming bumped him hard with his shoulder, although He Jue dodged him, but after witnessing his surprise and stupefaction, Ke Ming couldn't help but feel a twisted joy.

Why, I have seen through the mask.

He gave him a cold stare, and strode out of the library.

He Jue was left alone thinking in distress, "Ah, do I really look hypocritical?"

On the roof of a teaching building.

There was a man in a neat suit, a bow tie, spotless leather shoes, warm oil paint on his face, a big red nose, and a flamboyant and happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

The scarlet clown stood against the wind, holding a withered rose.

The door to the roof was now opened.

Ke Ming ran up, walked up to the clown and said respectfully, "What you asked me to do has been done."

"That's really great!" The clown smiled and said, "My dear, you did a great job. Are you interested in watching a performance?"

"Yes, sir, I am ready."

The faint madness in his eyes was exactly the same as that of a clown, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, almost dyeing his entire eyes red.

"Ah, very good." The clown looked at him with interest, as if he was looking at a work that was about to take shape, and gently stroked the petals of the rose.

He was standing on the edge of the roof, in a very dangerous position. He was only one step away from falling. This teaching building has nine floors in total. Once he fell, he would never survive.

But he likes this feeling, dangerous, exciting, hanging his life in mid-air all the time, it will make him laugh crazily.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The show is about to begin!" Under his smug gaze.

Outside the school, a layer of light purple glass cover that is invisible to the naked eye is closing quietly.

At this moment, the students are in class.

pat-

A student's pen dropped on the table.

A sense of tiredness surged up, constantly washing his brain.

He rubbed his eyes, "Strange, why am I so sleepy."

He was not the only student, the teacher at the podium was also attacked by uncontrollable drowsiness, and almost everyone felt suddenly sleepy.

One by one, their heads fell down, and no one could avoid closing their eyes.

In the classroom of Class [-], Class [-], Senior High School.

Bai Jiu, who was in class, stood up abruptly and stared out of the window intently.

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