Volume One Death Diary Rapid breathing drowned out Shen Lin's hoarse voice. Shen Lin couldn't help but want to breathe, but couldn't.
Squeezing his neck, reminding him over and over again that his fate is in the hands of others. He wanted to scream for help, but he knew that this would only make the perpetrator more excited.
After all, they have known each other for so many years and have known that he has this personality since childhood. But I didn't expect that I would fall into his hands. I didn't know if I would be so lucky to escape this time.
The death of a person is not terrible. What is terrible is that there is such a person writing a death diary, imagining the appearance of others dying, writing it over and over again.
He tirelessly imagined it, as if the whole world was against him.
He hates this world. Why was he destined to be ordinary as soon as he was born? He looked at his father over and over again, and his father's broken body could no longer make any sound.
Since you are afraid of me, then the whole world will be destroyed as long as I like it, right? !
He didn't know what kind of mood this person was feeling when he wrote this diary, writing a poem of despair. The beautiful sentences did not warm God's heart. What he felt from the words was a kind of hopeless despair. He felt a chill to his bones, and he seemed to understand the pain of the diary. (The copy will be changed, so don't be fooled. Don't worry. The author updates very slowly, so it's better to keep it alive. Please refer to the article for the plot.) The update time is once a month, and there will be no explosion. If it is changed to once a day, it may be because I am admitted to college.
Intention: I am always looking for answers, but I don't know what the answer I want is. But it doesn't matter now, because my mission is world peace.
