As this morning is no longer early morning, the dark clouds in the sky fade, and on the mountain road covered with maple leaves, there are more and more mountaineering tourists.

Among them were Peng Hui, Zhang Guorui and other high school students. They went out to climb mountain activities on weekends, but they had only climbed less than halfway, and the girls who were traveling with them laughed and complained: "It's so tired." "How long will it take to climb?" "Don't worry, I haven't reached the mountainside yet!"

At this time, there were still people who went up the mountain, and there were no ones who came down from the mountain.

Still thinking about this, suddenly, they saw a fat man running down from the mountain road above, panting and hurriedly. In the autumn, the man was covered in sweat, and a gray-black sportswear on his body was soaked, and there were some soil-like stains.

The man looked like he had fallen into the river, his forehead seemed to be broken, and some blood was stained with his sportswear.

When the fat man walked past them, a strong smell of blood also appeared in the air.

Peng Hui has always had allergic rhinitis. He was swelled up by this smell and suddenly sneezed out. He felt very uncomfortable in his nose, "What's the smell..." He couldn't help but mutter. He usually didn't have such a big smell when he followed his mother through the meat stall in the vegetable market.

Thinking of the meat stall, Peng Hui looked back at the fat man who was going down the mountain, and some messy memories flashed in front of him.

The meat stall owner raised his butcher knife high and chopped down at a piece of bright red pork on the chopping board. With a loud bang, the pork was chopped in half. Another knife, another knife, the meat was chopped down, and blood flowed down from the blade, onto the chopping board, and splashed onto the butcher's body...

"Did that person fall into the river?"

"Where did the river come from this mountain? I guess I fell into a small ditch."

"Are you here to fish? It's so unlucky..."

Everyone talked quietly while continuing to take steps above the mountain steps.

So it is best not to climb a mountain and explore alone. There are often hikers who have trouble with this kind of accident. Some are lucky to be rescued, and some are unlucky and die. There is also news like this. Fortunately, the man didn't fall seriously, and if he had a fracture or something, he had to send firefighters to save the person.

After Zhang Guorui and the others went to the spotlight, they left this matter behind, 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, Thumb, Thumb...

The footsteps falling on the mountain steps were messy and heavy, the breath was gasping, and blood dripped on the dark yellow maple leaves on the steps.

Tan Jinming walked very fast, and this speed came from the extreme panic in his heart. Something was buzzing in his blank mind.

What I did, what I did...How could this happen? How could it be like this...Zibo and the others...

No, you don't need to blame yourself, you did nothing wrong, nothing at all.

You just do what people have always done, and they do it, and everyone is like this.

The weak eats the truth, this is the true nature of the world...

"Ah!" Tan Jinming covered his head in pain, "Go away, go away!" He wanted to drive away the sound, but he didn't want to hear it again. It was this sound that hurt him. It was this sound that said what to do, and it was this sound that pushed him...

Is that right? I didn't push you, I just gave you your real thoughts.

You suppress yourself, you have been suppressing for many years. In fact, you don’t like others calling you Fei Ming at all. You have never liked you since you were a child. When you were a child, you were unhappy when you heard your classmates call you that, and you wanted them to shut up. Later you got used to it. The so-called "habits" actually just want to make yourself feel better...

In fact, it’s not that you don’t care. You just gave up on resistance and gave in.

Did I say it wrong? Didn’t you feel the taste of winning just now? You still have a desire to win...

"Go away..." Tan Jinming pressed his head with his hands even harder, and his hands were about to drill into his head to pull out the sound. His face was already full of green. He stepped on the empty step and almost rolled down the mountain. Tan Jinming stopped, panting, suddenly wanted to cry, and cried loudly.

In front of me, there were some scenes that had just happened that were flashing, panicked, and tragic shouts echoed in my ears again.

"Fei Ming!Fei Ming...! Don't!"

I don't know where the strength comes from, so great that there is no room for anything. The two tall and middle-aged men were twisted up with one hand and smashed on the rocks in the stream with one stroke. They were sobbing that they couldn't get up. They whimpered and struggled, but their strength was as small as a baby.

They have no strength to fight back. They have lost. If they want to blame, they will blame themselves for losing. They have no strength to fight back...

Bang, bang, bang!

The heavy impact was the sound of the head hitting the rugged rocks. Then and then, blood burst out, and then the minced meat splashed.

The sound of the flowing water in the mountain stream is still gurgling, but there is a little blood in the clear water flow, falling from the sky, melting into the water surface, and scattering.

Another thing fell down, and it was a broken eyeball.

"No, no..." Tan Jinming choked up and looked at the cloudy sky blankly. The undestroyed light still illuminated some uninundated memories. He and Wang Zibo's college affairs joked and damaged each other, graduated, and came out to work...

I have said a long time ago that when Wang Zibo gets married, he will be his best man.

If he had a day of marriage, Wang Zibo would be indispensable in the best man's group.

After becoming a social animal, there are not many classmates left to contact each other. Even if they like each other in their circle of friends, they are just tacitly perfunctory. But he is different from Wang Zibo, and he still has contact and comes out to play together from time to time because he is a real friend...

"Ah, get out of here!" Tan Jinming grabbed his head, and the more he thought about it, the more painful he felt, and he wanted to scratch his head.

It is both painful and regretful for what you have done, and panic about the consequences you are about to bear.

I don't want that, absolutely not want that. I never thought of treating Zibo like that, and... and others...

More memory fragments kept flashing in front of their eyes, accompanied by the crying of girls, they were frightened and paralyzed, and they wanted to escape...

However, none of them could escape.

Tan Jinming couldn't figure out how he could chase so fast. It was not the speed he could have. It was impossible. He was just a fat man, and he was breathing after running a few steps and climbing a few stairs. He could never chase so fast...

Why? Why do you want to belittle yourself, will this make you feel better?

Kneeling in a very low position and having nothing to lose, there is no pressure to lose, so there is no competition.

Because you gave up on competition, you gave up on yourself.

But that was before, "Fei Ming", it was before. You are different, you can be different.

"Go away...ah..." Tan Jinming was almost kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly. He wanted to use his forehead to hit the stone slabs that built the mountain steps. He could no longer bear it and did not want to hear this sound again. It was not his idea, it was not...

Of course, his behavior made the tourists passing by confused. A group of tourists walked over with muttering, perhaps thinking that they met a drunk or mentally ill.

Among the other group of tourists, there was a kind-hearted elder sister who walked up and asked, "Hello? What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to call someone for you?"

"I..." Tan Jinming paused, and ran down the mountain without saying anything. His panic filled his whole body, confused and scared.

Many people here saw me... There was a surveillance camera at the entrance of the foot of the mountain, and they all took pictures. I and Zibo and the others came together...

Also, I took Zibo's car on the way and the driving recorder on the car, all along the way.

After panicking for a while, Tan Jinming's steps slowed down. Where can he go? It is impossible to escape.

Escape? Why do you run? How many years have you been running? Think about something else, you can't just do this.

Tan Jinming looked around, the cold mountain wind drew his clothes and penetrated his flesh and blood. He felt that everything was empty for a moment. He made a big mistake, and he could not forgive or make a big mistake. There was no way, and he really deserved to die... but, just...

Tears fell from his eyes, and Tan Jinming took out the cell phone from his pocket with his slightly trembling hands, and some blood stains were stained on the cell phone case.

He pressed the screen, choked, 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 sending it, 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 are accompanied by stone guardrails.

But the guardrail is not high, and adults can climb over just one span. This section of the road is outside the guardrail on the east side, which is a valley surrounded by smoke all day long. This has happened before. Tourists sat on the guardrail to take photos but accidentally turned over and fell down, falling to the bottom of the mountain, and thus died.

At this time, Tan Jinming stood by the guardrail, pressing the guardrail with both hands, supporting his feet, and jumping over the guardrail and jumping down.

Suddenly, his right hand suddenly clamped the railing, but his expression showed fear, this, this...

When Tan Jinming was just as surprised and suspicious, he raised his right hand and pulled it hard. Tan Jinming suddenly screamed in pain. He wanted to let go of his right hand but was completely out of control, but instead pulled it harder.

This right hand looked like he was grabbing his scalp at a strange angle, walking back and leaving the edge of the guardrail.

"Ah..." Tan Jinming was still crying in pain, his face bursting with blue veins, and his eyes were rapidly congested and turned red.

He felt that his right hand no longer belonged to him, and that right hand had life, it was that sound...

The voice became more real and clear, and he was talking to him, just in his mind:
Chapter completed!