Pain! Pain! Pain!
I feel like my brain is going to burst!
Opening my eyes with difficulty, I was lying on the bed in my bedroom. It was still dark, and there was a thick smell of blood in the air.
I endured the swelling pain in my head and wanted to get out of bed. The moment my feet touched the ground, a wet and slimy feeling was transmitted to my brain through my toes. No, not just the floor, but the pajamas I was wearing were also wet and sticky. I hurriedly reassured myself that I might have just knocked over the water glass, and fumbled to turn on the light.
But I know in my heart that water does not feel so sticky.
The light was turned on, and the water glass was still on the bedside table.
On the ground was a corpse with a half-broken neck.
I looked across the red and white neck section to see the face. It was my mother.
Grief and fear crushed me instantly like two trucks,
I used all my strength to regulate my breathing, grabbed my cell phone and dialed the alarm number.
The call was connected quickly, and the operator on the other end of the phone dutifully asked me why I called the police, but I stared blankly at the door, too horrified to speak.
Shen Ran's body was lying at the door, his blood-stained face facing me. The eyeball of his right eye had been pulled out and he was lying on the floor, staring at me motionlessly.
Purpose: To criticize social phenomena such as online violence, preference for boys over girls, corruption and malfeasance, and to discuss the rationality of the existence of homosexuality