Facts have proved to me that the saying "good people don't live long, but when they are killed, they leave a thousand years behind" is reasonable. I went home in the middle of the night after having fun with my colleagues, but saw three bad guys beating a person in an alley. With conscience and a little bit of alcohol, I rushed to be a hero and save "Beauty". The result, alas! Looking at the handle of the knife with the heart stuck in it, one can imagine it. Before being swallowed up by the darkness, I vowed in my heart that I would never be thirsty for wine again in my next life. To predict what will happen next, please break it down from the text.