He pointed at me and said, "I am you, you created me, and your souls and mine are connected."
I was a little confused by his words, "What are you talking about? What kind of soul connection are you talking about? You are not me at all."
"I am you. It's useless even if you don't admit it. This is a fact. I know you blame yourself for the death of your comrade, right?" I looked at me in the mirror with a very pitiful expression.
said in a tone of voice.
But as soon as he said these words, I was stunned, "You...how do you know? Who are you? Who the hell are you?" I felt like I was going crazy, and I was actually talking to
I am talking to myself in the mirror. Could it be that I am really suffering from schizophrenia?
"I said, I am you. I remember very clearly that year you two went on a special mission together, but something suddenly happened midway. Things did not go according to the original plan at all. The leader asked you to go back, but you... for
You were able to complete this mission, and you just disobeyed the order in order to meritorious service and get rewarded. But in the end, not only was the mission not completed, you also indirectly killed your comrade. If it weren't for your extreme thoughts, how could he have died unexpectedly? It was you who killed him.
Kill him. It was you who killed this young life." He pointed at me and said with a vicious expression. His voice was exactly the same as mine, but I didn't dare to look directly at him, especially since he
His eyes always make me feel scared.
I shook my head slowly, took a few steps back, and said with a sad face, "No, it wasn't me who killed him, it wasn't me, it wasn't me." I yelled at him one last time, my heart beating wildly and painfully.
, rising like a tide, the scars in my heart were revealed again.
The scene at that time came to my mind. It was my last secret mission. If it succeeded, I would be promoted to an officer. Everything went according to plan. But when we were performing the mission, we suddenly received a call.
Under the orders of superiors, things have changed. For safety reasons, superiors have decided to cancel this action plan and prepare to make new plans before taking action again.
When I learned the truth after the change of things, my first thought was to find a way to solve this problem by myself. If it didn't work, I would just force it. I didn't believe that I couldn't win this task. At that time, I could be said to be
My self-confidence was so inflated that I could even be said to be extremely arrogant. I never took anything seriously. In my opinion, there was no task that I couldn't complete. This was also my biggest mistake at the time.
At that time, I was thinking, since everyone has come, we can’t return without success. It seemed that victory had gone to my head. At the same time, in order to be promoted to an officer, I left everything behind. At that time, I
My military qualities are at their peak, and they are much stronger than they are now. I am completely different from what I was back then. I don’t take the problem in front of me seriously at all.
In this way, I disobeyed the orders of my superiors and took my comrades into action privately. He was actually opposed to it at the time. Soldiers have always taken it as their bounden duty to obey orders, but he couldn't bear to see me go alone. For my sake
Only after ensuring his safety did he agree to go with me.
I led him into the enemy's camp. I thought we could win a complete victory, but finally realized that we had been plotted. Dozens of people surrounded us with guns. We became a trapped beast.
Unable to escape intact, my comrade-in-arms died tragically in the enemy camp in order to save me.
I couldn't even bring back his body. I hurriedly fled back to the army like a bereaved dog. Because of this incident, I was severely punished and was eventually ordered to recover early. This has always been the case. It's the pain in my heart. I have never told anyone about it. For many years, I have kept it in my heart and endured this pain alone. Many times when I was drunk, I would cry loudly to vent my heart. The pain, this is the pain of my life, I can never make up for my mistakes...
"It's you, you killed your comrade, don't you admit it? If you hadn't insisted on your own way, how could he have died? Have you forgotten? He was beaten like a sieve, and you saw it with your own eyes He died in your arms." He stared at me with an evil look on his face, as if he was about to kill me.
"That's right, it was you who killed him. It was you who killed your comrades. You are a sinner, and you are a sinner through the ages." At this time, the image in the ice mirror on my left actually came to life, and he also stretched out his hand to accuse. I still have that ferocious expression, as if I wish I were dead right away.
"Oh my god, you...who are you?"
I was completely dumbfounded and even at a loss for the appearance of another self. The two selves in the ice mirror were actually attacking me at the same time. They knew everything about me, and they could see through my inner fear even more. You all know what I'm thinking, this is absolutely terrifying.
"I am you too, haha...haha." The person in the mirror on the left smiled evilly, and the eyes that were originally normal became like wild wolves, emitting green light.
"No, you are not me, you are not me, you are not me."
I stretched out my hand and pointed at them left and right, and my mind went blank. What happened? Why did it become like this? Who are they? Is it really me? But why am I talking to myself? Am I already dead? Or is this all my hallucination, am I schizophrenic? Am I a madman? I don’t know, I really don’t know, I even forgot to be afraid and where I came from.
"We are all you, we are the world in your heart. We saw the situation at that time. In order to survive, you ran back alone, but left your comrade alone there. He died unjustly, if not How could he die for your selfishness, while you still live in this world shamelessly? You are a selfish and ungrateful villain."
The two of them stretched out their hands to accuse me at the same time, and their voices penetrated my heart like a curse, stimulating every nerve in me. I could no longer withstand this powerful sense of oppression, and the pain in my heart became more and more intense. Thinking of the temporary death of my comrade, his helpless eyes made me sad. If I had not been so impulsive, he would not have died. In the final analysis, this is indeed my responsibility.
"No...no, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it. I really didn't know it would be like this. I really didn't know. If I had known he would die, I would never have done that. I would never have done that. Won't."
After I yelled, I knelt on the ground. I kept shaking my head and crying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really don't want to kill him. I really don't want to. After so many years, I have been living in self-blame. , I regret it, I really regret it.”
I held my hands on the ground, tears streaming down my face. The grief that had been suppressed in my heart began to burst out. No one can understand that feeling. I personally sent my comrades to the guillotine. If it weren't for
Me, he really won't die, I killed him, I killed him with my own hands.
Every time I think back to what happened at that time, my heart twists like a knife. He is my brother. We went from recruits to veterans. He was about to rehabilitate and get married, but he did it for me, for my useless
His vanity cost him his precious life.
I cried bitterly, with tears and runny nose, and kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, it's all my fault."
"What's the use of your apology? This man is already dead. Can he be resurrected if he apologizes? If you are still a man and have some conscience, you should pay the price for everything you have done. You should be punished appropriately.
You deserve it." The self in front of me said coldly, that is obviously my own image, but why do I feel so strange and scared? I am afraid of the image in the ice mirror, and I am even more afraid of his evil pair of eyes.
A sinister look.
"Yes, you deserve it...you deserve it...you should be punished, be punished..."
At this moment, I saw all the images in the ice mirrors around me, all accusing me. They were obviously my images, but they all pointed at me and said viciously that I deserved it and that I should be punished.
It seems that everyone hates me. It can be seen from their disgusted expressions and contemptuous eyes that they hate me to the core, as if we are sworn enemies.
"You are right, I should be punished. What exactly do you want me to do? Tell me?"
I slowly raised my head, knelt on the ground and looked at my images around me. They were all standing, looking at me condescendingly. Their eyes seemed to be full of hatred. Over the years, it turns out that I have been hating myself, but I
I just didn’t dare to admit it, but now it’s better, and the knot in my heart can be untied.
"Only death can wash away your sins. Just commit suicide. This is the only way you can atone for your sins." The image in front of me said word by word, with an imperceptible evil smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
"Yes, just commit suicide. If you die, you will be free. If you die, it will be over. You will no longer have to endure this inner suffering." The influence on the right also said with a wicked smile, while also using his hand on his neck.
One horizontal stroke, making a suicidal gesture.
"Suicide?" I said dully, making a final struggle in my heart. Am I going to die like this? Am I the only way to get rid of this sin if I die?
"Yes, commit suicide, do it, don't hesitate, as long as you die, your comrades will definitely forgive you, and you can still reunite down there. What a wonderful thing this is, hahaha..."
"Die, die quickly. Once you die, you will be free. You won't have any worries anymore." All the images around me were laughing "hehe", and the laughter seemed to be taunting me again.