"I don't want to live anymore, come on, hit me to death."
This is the first time Jian Er died.
The feeling of the wheel running over his body was different from what he had imagined. He thought it would be painful, but it didn't. The rubber tire rubbed against his face, ran over his shoulder blades, and did not stop until it ran over his entire arm.
The ambulance arrived soon, and a group of people surrounded Jian Er's bloody body to rescue him, but he knew clearly that he was dead because the God of Death had come to pick him up.
Death pushed him back into his body and told him that he could not die yet.
"You haven't satisfied everyone yet. Your death is not equivalent."
"You can't really die until everyone is satisfied."
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Intention: There is no greater sorrow than death.