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The whole world is going crazy.

Inferiority and suspicion, sorrow is a sin, people commit crimes every day, during life, and after death. In the final analysis, those are just a heavy hat on the so-called bottom line.

After the body recovered, the time became long and impatient, and I began to think about when to change my strategy.

trial room:

Opposite me was sitting a pale young man, he kept making 'giggle' laughter from his throat, sharp and ear-piercing, but I didn't feel annoyed by it, compared to Xia Jun and the others, I now see This weird young man was even more pleasing to the eye.

Gradually, I began to realize that all my so-called emotions were just ridiculous unwillingness. In the end, I didn't care about life and death, honor or disgrace, and I didn't care about how others viewed me or how they treated me, because in essence, I Always think that the "I" in their eyes is not the real "I".

What are they seeing?

It's a young man named Yin Yu, a neurotic Yin Yu with all kinds of bad deeds, not me, I'm not Yin Jia, and I'm not just the perverted person they saw, if I was from the beginning Without taking all of them into account, I don't care, I don't like, I don't care about these people, and theoretically, I shouldn't have any emotions about it.However, that kind of unwillingness caused me to be angry and anxious afterwards, and I even hoped that they would believe me.

But why?

What difference does it make if they believe me or not?

I'm still me, it's just me everywhere, but they firmly believe that what they don't believe or believe is a person named Yin Yu, not me, I am no one.

Mo Yan knew what I used to be, but he also didn't know me.

Zhao Boyang has grown up with me since he was three years old, and he still doesn't know "me" after 20 years.

Wen Tao, Mo Ran, Xia Jun...and Aurora...

None of them knew me.

Wen Jie, the only one who wears a human skin like me, is neither an enemy nor a friend, and she doesn't know me either.

and also……

There are countless passers-by in life, Meng Wanli and his son, Xiao Ling, Xiao Yu, Curfew, Luo Qiqi...

No one sees anything other than "Yin Yu", and no one really sees "I".

I realized that if the real "Yin Shi" who should have this body came back and took his life back, nothing would change, maybe he would live well, maybe he would be a good person, maybe He will be kind and gentle, but nothing will change.No one will see me, even Mo Yan and Wen Jie who can see the "truth" will just pretend not to see me.

I was just passing by in a hurry. If this one of me disappeared, after the Lord returned, everyone and no one would find out.

Zhao Boyang will not find out, he will think that "Yin Yu" has changed, maybe for the better, maybe for the worse...

Wen Tao won't find out, Mo Ran won't find out, Xia Jun won't find out, Aurora might even be glad that I disappeared...

23 years of life in the world almost made me mistakenly think that I am "Yin Yu", a person with absurd life...

But, I'm nobody, I'm not human, I'm not anyone, I'm just an evil ghost who takes home...

Who am I?

These meaningless things are still meaningless after thinking about them, so no matter what I do, say, or strive for, they are still meaningless. Since they are meaningless, then why do I have to escape from hell and come to the world?Is it just to bask in the sun?

I don't know, it's been too long, I almost forgot everything except knowing that I am me, I forgot who I am, what my purpose is, what my sins are, what I used to be , in the end, I became this person called Yin Yu in the eyes of everyone. They looked at my skin, hated me or loved me, it didn't matter. Some of them told me that I was a person, but I knew they said so It's because none of them saw me.

I am indeed complaining, because I am unwilling, because I am very unhappy, because I really want to kill someone now.

The boy sitting across from him still let out a series of weird laughs, staring at me for a moment, his whole body was covered with injuries, and his thin and weak appearance looked even more frail now. It made people sweat for him.It's just that no one will worry about anything now, and there is only one reason...

Only I can see him.

He is dead.

He died in the interrogation room.

He and I can communicate without having to speak.

He is 19 years old and a freshman.

He died of torture to extract a confession, just in the middle of last month.

The police suspected that he raped his female classmate and killed her. The girl's body was thrown into the artificial lake behind the school building.

He said he was wronged.

But the police told him that his DNA had been tested in the body of the deceased.

He said that there were three policemen who beat him.

He ended up dying from a severe blow to the head.

……

I never believe in anyone or any ghost, including myself, I have always ignored the so-called innocence and truth, I have always only looked at what I can see, and believe what I believe.So I don't believe the accusation of the young man in front of me, or it's not that I don't believe him, I just don't want to talk to him.Even if I see him very pleasing to the eye.

"You tell me this and I can't help you." I said.

The pale boy stopped his accusations, the 'clack' sound in his throat fell silent, and he just stared straight at me.

Leaning on my elbow, the handcuffs rattling, I showed him my situation: "Because I'm a criminal, I can't do anything." In fact, this sentence is not without self-deprecating meaning.

"You are as innocent as I am." At this moment the boy suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse.

"No." I shook my head with a smile, and said to him, "You don't know me. I'm a person with a criminal record. I'm drunk, drugged, and promiscuous, so I'm not necessarily innocent. Maybe I'm just I just want to struggle a bit more.”

"You are as innocent as I am." The boy repeated stubbornly, his eyes were wide open, his appearance was a little scary, but he was a little funny for no reason.

"Not necessarily..." I let out a long sigh, and lay down on the table. The moment my skin touched the cold table, I suddenly felt a chill spread to my neck. When I looked up, it was the boy's hand!

"They hit me here with a chair." The boy put his hand on my spine, and said quietly like this, the cold hand moved slowly, pointing at the position of my temple: "And here."

"They kicked my stomach hard and slapped me on the face."

"They called me a beast, a scum."

"They said that Fang Hong was killed by me."

"but I do not have."

"Fang Hong and I are not familiar at all."

"Why should I kill her?"

The boy's straightforward but without any emotional ups and downs stabbed at me coldly, then his hand left, his figure began to fade slowly, and finally he stood in the corner behind me.Because at this time the door of the interrogation room was pushed open again, it was Xia Jun.

One front and one back, two cold eyes pierced me back and forth.

"You still don't plead guilty?" When he opened his mouth, it turned out to be this sentence.

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt amused, so I laughed too, and said, "Officer Xia, don't you think we should investigate further? If I'm wronged..."

"How is that possible! You still want to argue!" Compared to me who had already thought it through, Xia Jun was obviously on the verge of breaking out, and now he even looked like he wanted to treat me to a gun right away.

"Oh~ what's the matter? Do you want to extort a confession from me too?" I thought of the young ghost standing behind me who died under torture to extract a confession. I stood up and started applauding: "Okay, okay! Officer Xia is really a good friend of the people. police officer!"

"You sit down for me!"

Xia Jun began to be a little irritable, and his temper like a firecracker was exactly the same as Wen Tao's. After all, people like Xia Jun who are rebellious, arrogant and full of gangsters will choose to be a policeman in the end. This is what I have always called Puzzled.

I sat down and began to look at him carefully again. Today he is wearing casual clothes, frowning and staring. He really doesn’t look like a policeman, but looks like a gangster/social society... But as far as I know, There are many gangs/societies/societies who look like policemen or scholars...

Is the world crazy?

Talking cheap always took a lot from Xia Jun, and I couldn't control it for a while, so I blurted out: "Actually, I have wanted to try this game for a long time~ Unfortunately, I have never had a chance~ Hey, this The time is just right! Officer Xia, where is your uniform? It’s not professional without a uniform!”

Xia Jun's face turned from blue to white and then to red. I knew that I was digging into his black history. As a policeman, if he had such absurd encounter with a "quasi-criminal", it must be uncomfortable. What's more, when we met again from the very beginning, he simply came to seek revenge on me.

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