Sinful Eye

He died in a pool of blood in an abandoned factory in the west of the city, and was packed into seven black plastic bags. He survived and took his first bite of fried dough sticks today at "Lao Wang's Breakfast Shop" in the south of the city. The rim of the soy milk cup was still stained with traces of blood from last night. For Lin Chen, death is just another place to go to work. March 4th, sunny. At 9:17 a. M., He was hit laterally by an overloaded muck truck. After completing 3.5 Involuntary turns in the air, it landed on a sidewalk flower bed 98.34 Meters away. "The head is suspected to be split in two, and the field of view is in split-screen mode. The left eyeball rolled into the sewer grate, but the right eye can still work - this reminds me that I should give priority to protecting the right eye next time." April 15, rain. At 23:48 in the middle of the night, a dark alley in a village in the city. Because he "looked longer than is socially safe", he was chased by a drunk man and stabbed 18.5 Times. "The 19th knife could not be completely pulled out due to the exhaustion of the arm muscles, and the tip of the knife was stuck in the third and fourth intercostal space. It is recommended to strengthen upper limb exercises." July 28, cloudy. In a dark clinic in the suburbs, Dr. Wang, a self-proclaimed "urology expert," took away two of his "fresh and healthy" kidneys. "Standard sterile operation was not used during the operation, and the scalpel was suspected to be reused. However, the anesthetic dose was accurate and deserves recognition." November 31, snow. He was kidnapped by a criminal gang and taken to a warehouse because he was "suspected to be a male friend kept by a rich woman". "His face was hit 23 times with a blunt object, and his left eyeball fell off. With his eyes closed, he continued to record based on his hearing and smell: the principal criminal smelled of tooth decay when he spoke, accomplice A used inferior hairspray, and accomplice B suffered from indigestion in his stomach." "When they asked, 'Do you remember your mother as a note?' I answered truthfully, 'You are not my mother.' This objective statement triggered the 24th blow." Until this morning. When I took my third bite of the fried dough sticks, the notebook spread out on the greasy dining table automatically turned to a new page without any wind. Ink seeped from the paper and condensed into a line of words that did not belong to him: "Recorder, you have witnessed ███ crimes. Your pen never trembles, your heart never wavers. So let me ask you - is your 'objectivity' itself a condonation of sin? Is your 'record' becoming a 'sacrifice book' for some larger ritual? " Lin Chen put down the dough sticks and wiped his hands with a paper towel. Then he unscrewed the pen that never finished writing, and neatly commented below the line of questioning: "1. There is a fundamental fallacy in the logic of the question: equating 'observation' with 'condolence' is a typical idealist slippery slope argument. Bad review. Conjecture about the 'Sacrifice Book': There is no record of the basic elements of the ritual, no coordinates, no real name, and only non-Euclidean geometric patterns. This assumption is not convincing. The most important thing——" He paused, squinted his eyes in the morning light, and wrote the last sentence: "You wrinkled my paper. Also, when you questioned me, my fried dough sticks got cold. This is more serious than any philosophical problem. " Concept: Crime and Punishment