"Another death!"
"Still a young boy..."
The noisy discussion was like a key that opened the lock of my rusty heart.
I have been unemployed for eight months, and the musty smell of the rental house is almost killing me.
By some strange mistake, I walked toward the ruins to be demolished that were dyed red by police lights.
A young boy was lying in a pool of blood, his neck twisted, and he was clutching the broken red rope in his hand. The notebook next to him was covered with "breathless" and "weaving"... His mother's cry tore into the night: "It's all for your own good!".
At that moment, my heart felt like being pierced by an ice pick, and a cold premonition gripped me tightly.
Sure enough, this was just an appetizer.
Under Pengcheng's shiny skin, dormant evil thoughts seemed to be awakened by me: in the golden cage, the greedy businessman was "plated" into a living statue by the wriggling gold wire; on the abandoned stage, the violent leader's heart was inserted with poisonous thorns, like a blooming bloody mandala...
Each one is more evil than the other, and each one is more evil than the other... It's like the rotten nightmare in my heart is playing out in reality!
I can't breathe.
Every time he suffocates, someone in this city will die tragically! The police saw me as a key clue, and the media promoted urban evil.
All the evidence is like a poisonous snake, clinging to me!
When the despairing and distorted face in the mirror overlaps with the next "death notice" picture... Who should I "kill" this time to end this death cycle that I set off? !
