I wanted to say something, but the voices of the people around me were drowned out one after another, and my thoughts changed a little under the opinions of these people.

As I looked at the scene in front of me, countless memory fragments began to flood into my mind crazily. I gradually understood the scene in front of me, and gradually understood the man's performance and mood.

[He, like me...but, did he do something wrong? As for the other two people, were they wrong? Is this scene really what they want to see?]

These thoughts in my mind made me question myself over and over again, denying myself over and over again. I wanted to know what my own thoughts were.

I hesitated for a long time and was a little at a loss.

At this time, I wanted to go to the stage, ready to lend a helping hand to him, or do something for him.

But before I could move, the boy in front of me suddenly seemed to collapse, rolling on the ground under countless accusations. Then he suddenly stood up, grabbed the rope that was dropped from nowhere in the air, and held on tightly.

The rope tied a knot around his neck, and his feet also disappeared from the ground at the same time, and his whole body was hung on the rope.

Everyone just watched the man struggling and suffering, just like watching a drama. No one reached out to save him, and no one was willing to stop him.

Even when I saw this scene, my eyes widened in shock and I was at a loss.

Not long after, the man stopped making any movement, and everyone fell silent at this time.

It wasn't until this moment that I realized what was going on. I pushed away the crowd in a panic and wanted to rush to the stage immediately, wanting to touch him and save him.

But then, I was pulled back to the auditorium by a mysterious force, and was firmly pinned to the spot by this force.

In just the blink of an eye, the rope turned into a transparent coffin like magic, and the man's body was also placed in a transparent coffin.

I opened my mouth. It was such a calm scene without any music or monologue, but it shocked me and was far more shocking than other scenes.

I don't know why, but when I saw this scene in front of me, I suddenly couldn't suppress the tears in my heart. I reached out my hand towards the man's body in pain, opening and closing my mouth, but I didn't know what to say.

The people around me also started screaming and crying at the same time. Such behavior even made me vaguely think that they were not the abusive group just now.

Before I could react, the direction of public opinion changed again. People began to accuse the other two people just now. Under such accusations, the two people also kept kneeling and rolling on the ground, looking like they were on the verge of collapse.

However, it was obvious that these two people were not so wrong, but the voices of abuse were still louder and louder, as if they wanted to let them die together.

"These two people are the real murderers who killed him, we must not let them go!"

"That's right!"

"Let them go to the funeral with him!!"

"I agree!"

"They should die now!"

"..."

[This is...the roar of the devil, this is...the so-called justice? Was the man who hanged himself wrong? Were the other two wrong? They were wrong, but the sin does not lead to death.]

Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth and pushed away the people around me. With everyone's shocked expressions on their faces, I walked directly to the stage and released the suppressed anger in my heart the moment I grabbed the microphone.

: "Ha... you guys are so noisy and annoying! Can you shut your mouths?!"

My cry from the bottom of my heart, finally

This made everyone in the venue quiet down.

I clenched the microphone in my hand, and the anger in my heart was completely vented at this moment: "You are the murderers who killed that man! Do you understand? Is the man who hanged himself at fault? Are the other two people at fault? Maybe they are both at fault.

, maybe they all have their own reasons! However, no matter how wrong they are, their sins will not lead to death!"

The emotions of everyone in the audience suddenly rose again, and they spoke slowly with the look of a teacher of justice written all over their face.

"It was they who killed the man who hanged himself, they made him hang himself!"

"Yes, that's right!"

"They are the real murderers of the man, why should we protect them!?"

"..."

I looked at the noisy people in the audience and couldn't help but let out a harsh sneer, and then I said: "Who do you think the murderer is? The murderer is ourselves! It is us who call ourselves the teachers of justice! When he hanged,

No one is going to help him or save him, not even me. Until the truth comes out, who of you can represent true justice? Is their matter big? Not big. Why are they forced to desperation? It’s not because

Are you speaking freely?"

"you……"

"us……"

I sighed and continued: "Since you have already killed someone, why do you continue to talk?"

"..."

Faced with my accusation, everyone in the audience suddenly fell silent. Although there were many noisy voices still ringing in the crowd, the crowd in front of me began to disappear little by little. In the blink of an eye, the whole building disappeared.

Already deserted.

I also felt a heavy feeling in my head for an instant, and not long after, I felt nothing.

-

"Huh...me? Are you dreaming again?" I rubbed my eyes in confusion, shook my head slightly, raised my head and looked at the scene in front of me.

The classroom, the blackboard, the teacher teaching, and the sleepy students. The scenes in front of me are all so familiar, and each one is so intimidating.

[Is this a dream?]

I gently touched my heated cheek and asked myself in confusion.

After the questioning, I began to recall my dream carefully, recalling every detail in the dream.

[Ha, forget it, forget it. Such a thing will never become a reality, and I don’t have the ability to scream for myself. Is delayed justice really justice? Do I really need him? Looking back now

This dream is really ridiculous.]

I looked at my palm, then picked up my phone. Under the reflection of the screen, I saw that I had short black hair and an uneven flow on my forehead. The hairstyle was obviously handsome, but it wasn’t very long.

A good-looking boy. Especially his small eyes, which make my cheeks extremely broad.

Looking at me looking so ugly in front of the screen, I couldn't help but sneer with disdain and laugh at myself.

-

"Doctor, are we asking him to have this dream... is it too forceful?" A man wearing a white coat and glasses walked gently to the other man and asked with some confusion.

"He himself will not doubt it." The old doctor gently pushed up his glasses and said very confidently.

"How did you see this, doctor?"

When the man said this, he couldn't help but frown, and asked with some confusion.

The old doctor tapped the keyboard lightly, while recording the patient's information, and slowly explained: "His mental state has not been particularly stable, and the pressure has caused him to have many dreams. So even if he creates dreams like this, he

There is no doubt about the authenticity. What’s more, humans will soon forget dreams, so don’t worry about them.”

The man walked gently to the doctor, looked at the various data recorded by the doctor, and couldn't help but asked curiously: "Doctor, if he will forget this, what is the point of us doing this?"

The old doctor couldn't help laughing after recording the data, then turned around and said to him excitedly: "Change him subtly. Maybe he will forget the dream, but the effect of the dream this time is very good.

A lot of his ideas have been slightly changed."

"This thing seems a bit cautious...is it true?" The man rubbed his forehead and asked with some confusion.

When the old doctor said this, he couldn't help but sigh and said with a wry smile: "This is him in another parallel world. If his character were more withdrawn and the dormitory he was in was worse, then this would happen.

"

"..."

-

Before I could laugh at myself for long, the bell rang slowly. The students who had been drowsy during class woke up immediately when they heard the sound. In the blink of an eye, they ran out of the classroom like wild horses running wild.

.

[For their situation, the phrase "sitting up in shock during a dying illness" is a perfect way to describe their situation.]

I looked at the students sprinting out and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Outside the classroom, there were not a few students running like this, and the corridors were buzzing like a train passing by, making it extremely noisy.

I just sat in the classroom, waiting quietly, ready to wait until the wild horses in the corridor were finished galloping, and then I would walk out of the classroom.

Not long after, the corridor gradually became quiet. I looked at the classroom which was almost empty. The remaining people were just playing the games in their hands. One type was too lazy to move, and the other type was just like me.

, people waiting for the crowd to pass by.

[It seems that I am a little more gregarious this time.]

I looked at the other students who were picking up their books and walking towards the corridor, and I couldn't help thinking a little self-deprecatingly.

I'm really sorry, the reason why no one is with me is because today's class doesn't call names, so I was the only one who ran over to our dormitory. When I left, looking at the students leaving in groups, I couldn't help but feel a little lonely.

I picked up the textbook, sighed somewhat self-deprecatingly, and then walked towards the corridor.

"Dong dong dong."

Before I could take a few steps, a slight knock sounded slowly outside our classroom door.

Everyone in the classroom, including me, involuntarily turned their heads towards the source of the sound, wondering who was knocking on the door.

"Hello, I'm here to find someone. Can you please see..."

The person who knocked on the door was a girl, and her voice was a little soft. I glanced at her and realized that I didn't recognize her, so I turned around and left the classroom.

The girl at the door looked at me and ignored her, and left directly through the back door of the classroom. However, she suddenly realized that I looked like the person she was looking for, so she stepped directly into the corridor, raised her hand and shouted to me:

"Hey, classmates, please stay..."

I knew that the voice was obviously calling me, but I was not in the mood to greet the guests at this time, so I had no intention of stopping in my steps.

"Classmate, I have something to ask you." When the girl saw that I had no intention of stopping, she quickly ran a few steps from the front door and came to me. While running, she said to me anxiously.

arrive.

"well……"
Chapter completed!