Strange Injustice in the World

On a starless rainy night, while sleeping in the mountains of the Central Plains, an unkempt, disheveled and scrawny middle-aged man, hunched over and in a trance, rushed like a madman in the dark night to the edge of the pond deep in the mountains. He ran forward without caring about everything in front of him. He thought of the price the whole family had paid for their grievances. Sometimes it flashed back to the mother who was tortured to death in order to plead her son's grievances. Sometimes he flashed back to his younger brother's sadness of being imprisoned and separated from his fiancée when he appealed for his grievances. Sometimes he flashed back to the devastation his daughter's young mind and body suffered. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.