Chapter five hundred and twentieth eighth right hand [seeking a monthly ticket
As this morning is no longer early morning, the dark clouds in the sky are gradually fading, and there are gradually more and more mountaineers on the mountain road covered with maple leaves in Shidong Mountain.
Among them were Peng Hui, Zhang Guorui and other high school students who went out to climb mountains on weekends. However, they were less than halfway up the mountain when several girls in the group started laughing and complaining: "I'm so tired." "How much longer do we have to climb?"
Ah." "Don't worry, we haven't reached the mountainside yet!"
At this time, there were still only people going up the mountain, and no one coming down from the mountain.
Still thinking this, suddenly, they saw a figure of a fat man running down the mountain road from above, panting. It was autumn, but the man's head was covered with sweat, and he was wearing a gray-black suit.
My sportswear was soaked through and stained like dirt.
This man looked like he had fallen hard into the river. His forehead seemed to be broken and there was some blood. His sportswear was also stained with a few blood stains.
When this fat man squeezed past them and walked quickly up the mountain steps, there was a strong smell of blood in the air.
Peng Hui has always suffered from allergic rhinitis. He was overtaken by this smell and sneezed immediately. His nasal cavity was very uncomfortable. "What kind of smell is this..." He couldn't help but muttered. He usually followed his mother from the vegetable market.
The meat stalls don't smell that bad when I walk past them.
Thinking of the meat stall, Peng Hui turned sideways and looked back at the fat man walking down the mountain. Some messy memory scenes vaguely flashed before his eyes.
The butcher stall owner raised his butcher knife high and slashed at a piece of bright red pork on the chopping board. With a loud bang, the pork was cut into two halves. Another cut, and another cut, the meat was chopped into pieces, and blood flowed from the blade.
, flowed onto the cutting board and splashed on the butcher...
"Did the man fall into the river?"
"Where did the river come from in this mountain? I guess I fell into a small ditch."
"Are you here to fish? What bad luck..."
Everyone was talking quietly while continuing to take steps up the mountain steps.
So it’s best not to go hiking alone. Travelers often get into accidents like this. Some are lucky enough to be saved, and some unlucky enough to die. It’s not like there are no news like this. The man fell just fine.
It's not heavy, but if it falls and breaks a bone or something, firefighters have to be dispatched to save people.
After Zhang Guorui and others gossiped for a while, they forgot about the matter, but Peng Hui still felt a little uncomfortable.
He looked back several times until he could no longer see the fat figure in sportswear.
Thumb, thump, thump...
The footsteps falling on the mountain steps were messy and heavy, the breath was heavy, and blood dripped on the dark yellow maple leaves on the steps.
Tan Jinming walked very fast. This speed was due to the extreme panic in his heart, and something was buzzing in his blank mind.
What have I done, what have I done...how could this happen, how could this happen...Zibo and the others...
No, you don't need to blame yourself, you didn't do anything wrong, not at all.
You just did what people in the world have always done, they all do it, everyone is like this.
The weak eat the strong, this is the truth, this is the true face of the world...
"Ah!" Tan Jinming covered his head in pain, "Go away, go away!" He wanted to drive away this voice and didn't want to hear it again. It was this voice that made him do that. It was this voice that told him what to do.
In doing so, it was this voice that pushed him...
Really? I'm not pushing you, I'm just letting you see your true thoughts.
You have suppressed yourself for many years. In fact, you don’t like people calling you Fat Ming at all. You haven’t liked it since you were a child. When you were a child, every time you heard your classmates call you that, you were not happy. You wanted them to shut up.
.You get used to it later. The so-called "habit" is actually just to make yourself feel better...
In fact, it’s not that you don’t care, you just gave up resisting and gave up.
Am I wrong? Didn’t you feel the feeling of winning just now? You still have the desire to win...
"Go away..." Tan Jinming pressed his head harder with both hands, trying to dig into his head to pull out the voice. His face turned blue, and he almost fell down the mountain after missing a step.
Tan Jinming stopped, panting, and suddenly wanted to cry, loudly.
In front of my eyes, some scenes that just happened were flickering, and the panicked and tragic screams echoed in my ears again.
"Fei Ming! Fei Ming...! Stop!"
I don’t know where the strength came from, but it was so strong that there was no room for any room. The two tall, middle-aged men were twisted up with one hand and smashed on the rocks in the stream. They were knocked dizzy and unable to get up.
They whined and struggled, but they were as weak as a baby.
They have no power to fight back. They lost. If you want to blame them, they themselves have lost. They have no power to fight back...
Boom, boom, boom!
There was a heavy impact, the sound of the head hitting the rugged boulder. Time and time again, blood burst out, and then pieces of flesh splashed out.
The sound of running water in the mountain stream is still gurgling, but there is more blood in the clear water, which falls from the sky, melts on the water surface, and disperses.
Another thing fell, a broken eyeball.
"No, no..." Tan Jinming choked up and looked blankly at the cloudy sky. The unextinguished light still illuminated some unsubmerged memories. He and Wang Zibo joked and hurt each other about what happened when they were in college.
, graduate, go out to work...
I have already said that when Wang Zibo gets married in the future, he will be the best man.
If he is fat and gets married one day, Wang Zibo will also be indispensable in the group of groomsmen.
After becoming a social animal, there are not many classmates left who are still in contact. Even if they like each other in the circle of friends, it is just tacit and perfunctory. But unlike Wang Zibo, he still has contact and hangs out from time to time.
Because they are true friends...
"Ah, get out of here!" Tan Jinming scratched his head. The more he thought about it, the more painful he became. He wanted to scratch his head into pieces.
I feel painful and regretful about what I have done, but also panic and panic about the consequences I will bear.
I don't want that, I definitely don't want that, I never wanted to treat Zibo like that, and... and other people...
More memory fragments kept flashing before their eyes, accompanied by the girls' cries, they were frightened and paralyzed, and they wanted to run away...
However, none of them could escape.
Tan Jinming couldn't understand how he could catch up so fast. That was simply not the speed he could achieve. It was impossible. He was so fat that he would get out of breath after running a few steps or out of breath after climbing a few stairs. He could never catch up.
So fast...
Why? Why are you putting yourself down and will it make you feel better?
Kneeling in a very low position, having nothing, and nothing to lose, so there is no pressure to compete.
Because you give up competition, you give up yourself.
But that was before, "Fei Ming" was before. You are different, you can be different.
"Go away...ah..." Tan Jinming almost fell to his knees on the ground, crying bitterly. He wanted to hit the stone slabs building up the mountain steps with his forehead. He couldn't stand it anymore and didn't want to hear this voice again.
, that's not his idea, no...
His behavior certainly made the tourists walking by him puzzled. A group of tourists walked past muttering, perhaps thinking they had encountered a drunk or mentally ill man.
A kind-hearted elder sister from another group of tourists came up and asked: "Hello? What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to call someone for you?"
"I..." Tan Jinming paused, then rushed down the mountain without saying anything. Panic filled his body, confused and scared.
Many people here saw me... There was surveillance at the entrance at the foot of the mountain, and they all took pictures. I came with Zibo and the others...
Also, the driving recorder in Zibo’s car I was riding in on the road captured everything along the way.
After running for a while, Tan Jinming's footsteps slowed down. No matter where he could go, it was impossible to escape.
Run away? Why run away? How many years have you been running away? Think of something else. You are not the only one who can do this.
Tan Jinming looked around, and the cold mountain wind ripped through his clothes and penetrated into his skin. He felt that everything was in vain for a moment. He had made a big mistake, a big mistake that could not be forgiven and was irreparable. There was nothing he could do about it, and he really
Damn...it's just, it's just...
With tears falling from his eyes, Tan Jinming took out the mobile phone in his pocket with slightly trembling hands. There were some blood stains on the phone case.
He pressed the screen, choked with sobs, and sent a message to his mother: "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't want to do that." Then he sent another message to his father: "Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't want to do that."
After finishing his speech, Tan Jinming turned around and walked towards the edge of the mountain steps. Except for some small intersections, the stone steps from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain were all accompanied by stone guardrails.
But the guardrail is not high, and adults can climb over it with just one step. However, outside the guardrail on the east side of this road, there is a valley filled with smoke all day long. This has happened before, and tourists sat on the guardrail to take pictures but did not
He accidentally rolled over and fell to the bottom of the mountain, whereupon he died.
At this time, Tan Jinming was standing on the edge of the guardrail, pressing his hands on the guardrail, raising his feet, and was about to jump over the guardrail.
Suddenly, his right hand clenched tightly on the railing, but his expression showed fear, this, this...
When Tan Jinming was still startled, he raised his right hand and grabbed his hair, pulling it up violently. Tan Jinming suddenly screamed in pain. He wanted to let go of his right hand, but he could no longer control it. Instead, he pulled it even harder.
Used your strength.
The right hand was at a strange angle, making it look like it was grabbing its own scalp and walking back away from the edge of the guardrail.
"Ah..." Tan Jinming was still crying out in pain, with veins all over his face bulging from the pain, and his two eyeballs were rapidly becoming congested and red.
He felt that his right hand no longer belonged to him. This right hand had come to life, and it was that voice...
The voice became more real and clear, speaking to him, saying in his mind: