In 1999, when I was playing a game and met a colleague, I was asked to borrow flowers to offer to Buddhas, and was imprisoned.
After returning from prison, his mother died of a heart attack, his father was in debt and committed suicide by drinking pesticide. There is only one sister left in the family with hatred in her eyes.
I gave up playing games and raised pigs and farmland to raise her up.
But his biological father was found, and this man was actually inseparable from the death of my parents.
From that day on, the reason for being imprisoned, the death of my parents, and the disappearance of my master came back into my life little by little, pulling me back to the underworld I had left.
I use my actions to tell the world, don't mess with me, I'm crazy!
