As this morning is no longer early morning, the dark clouds in the sky are gradually fading, and the mountain road covered with maple leaves in Shidong Mountain has gradually increased in number of mountaineering tourists.
Among them are a group of high school students such as Peng Hui and Zhang Guorui, who came out to climb the mountain on weekends, but they were less than halfway up, and a few girls who went with them laughed and complained: "I'm so tired." "How long do I have to climb?" Ah." "Don't worry, we haven't reached the mountainside yet!"
At this time, there are still all people who went up the mountain, and no one came down from the mountain.
Still thinking this way, suddenly, they saw the figure of a stout man rushing down from the mountain road above, panting. It was autumn, but that man was covered in sweat, and his body was covered in gray and black. His tracksuit was also soaked and had some dirt-like stains on it.
The man looked as if he had fallen hard into the river, his forehead seemed to be broken, and there was some blood, and his tracksuit was also stained with blood.
When the fat man squeezed past them and walked quickly on the mountain steps, there was also a strong smell of blood in the air.
Peng Hui has always had allergic rhinitis. After being rushed by this smell, he sneezed immediately, and his nasal cavity was very uncomfortable. "What kind of smell is this..." He couldn't help muttering. There is not such a strong smell when the stalls pass by.
Thinking of the meat stall, Peng Hui turned sideways to look back at the fat man who went down the mountain, and some messy memories flashed in front of his eyes.
The butcher stall owner raised his butcher knife high and chopped it down on a piece of bright red pork on the cutting board. There was a loud bang, the pork was cut in half, another knife, another knife, the meat was chopped into pieces, and blood flowed from the blade , flowed onto the cutting board, splashed onto the butcher...
"Did that man fall into the river?"
"Where did the river come from this mountain? I guess it fell into a small ditch."
"Are you here to fish? What a pity..."
While talking in low voices, everyone continued to take steps towards the top of the mountain steps.
So it’s better not to climb the mountain by yourself. There are often accidents like this among donkey friends. Some lucky ones were rescued, and some unlucky ones died. It’s not like there have been such news. Luckily, the man didn't fall too hard. If he broke a bone or something, the firefighters would have to be called in to save him.
After Zhang Guorui and the others gossiped, they put this matter behind them, but Peng Hui still felt a little uncomfortable.
He looked back several times until he could no longer see the fat figure in the tracksuit.
thump, thump, thump...
The footsteps falling on the steps were messy and heavy, the breath was panting, and blood dripped on the dark yellow maple leaves of 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 be... Zibo and the others...
No, you don't need to blame yourself, you didn't do anything wrong, not at all.
You're just doing what the world has always been doing, and they're all doing it, and everybody's doing it.
The law of the jungle eats 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, he didn't want to hear it again, it was this voice that hurt him like that, it was this voice that said what to do In doing so, it was the voice that pushed him...
Yeah? I didn't push you, I just let you see what you really think.
You have been suppressing yourself for many years. In fact, you don’t like being called fat and bright at all. You didn’t like it when you were young. When you were a kid, every time you heard your classmates call you that, you were upset and you wanted to shut them 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, you admit defeat.
Am I 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 harder with his hands, his hands were about to get into his head to pull out the voice, his face was already blue, and he almost rolled down the mountain when he stepped on the empty step. Jin Ming stopped in his tracks, gasping for breath, suddenly wanted to cry, and cried loudly.
In front of my eyes, there are some scenes that just happened not long ago flickering, and the panic and tragic shouts echoed in my ears again.
"Fat Ming! Fat Ming...! Don't!"
I don't know where the strength comes from, it's so big, there is no room for it. The two tall and middle-aged men were twisted up with one hand, and smashed on the rocks in the ravine with one swing. They were so dizzy that they couldn't get up. They screamed and struggled, but their strength was as weak as a baby.
They have no power to fight back. They lost. If you want to blame them, blame them for losing. They have no power to fight back...
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of heavy impact was the sound of the head hitting the jagged boulder, again and again, the blood gushed out, and then the minced meat also splashed.
The sound of running water in the mountain stream was still gurgling, but the clear water was a little more bloody, falling from the sky, melting on the water surface, and dispersing.
Another thing fell, a shattered eyeball.
"No, no..." Tan Jinming choked up, looking blankly at the cloudy sky, the unextinguished light still illuminated some unsubmerged memories, he and Wang Zibo's college affairs, joked with each other, hurt each other, Graduation, come out to work...
I said it a long time ago, when Wang Zibo gets married in the future, he will be the best man in Fat Ming.
If he, Fat Ming, also had the day of getting married, Wang Zibo would be indispensable in the best man team.
After becoming a social animal, there are not a few classmates left who are still in touch. Even if they like each other in the circle of friends, it is just a tacit perfunctory. But he is different from Wang Zibo, he still keeps in touch, and he comes out to play together from time to time, because he is a real friend...
"Ah, get out!" Tan Jinming scratched his head, the more he thought about it, the more painful it became, he wanted to scratch his head to pieces.
It is not only pain and regret for what you have done, but also panic and panic about the consequences you will bear.
I don't want that, absolutely don't want that, I never wanted to treat Zibo that way, and... and others...
More memory fragments kept flashing in front of my eyes, accompanied by the crying of the girls, they were frightened and paralyzed, and they wanted to run away...
However, none of them escaped.
Tan Jinming couldn't figure out how he could chase so fast, that was not the speed he could have at all, it was impossible, he just ran a few steps and panted a few steps, and climbed a few stairs, he was never able to chase so fast…
Why? Why do you demean yourself, does it make you feel better
Kneeling in a low position with nothing to lose means no pressure to compete.
Because you give up competition, you give up yourself.
But that was before, "Fat Ming", it was before. You are already different, you can be different.
"Go away... ah..." Tan Jinming almost fell to his knees on the ground, weeping bitterly. He wanted to hit the stone slabs of the mountain steps with his forehead. He couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to hear this voice again. Not his idea, no...
Of course, his demeanor made the tourists passing by be puzzled. A group of tourists walked past muttering, maybe thinking that they encountered a drunk or mentally ill.
Another group of tourists had a kind elder sister who came up and asked, "Hello? What's the matter? Is there something wrong? Do you want to call someone for you?"
"I..." Tan Jinming paused, then rushed down the mountain without saying anything, panic filled his whole body, dazed and scared.
Many people here have seen me... There are surveillance cameras at the entrance at the foot of the mountain, and they all took pictures. I came with Zibo and the others...
Also, Zibo's car I was riding on the road, and the dash cam on the car, all were photographed along the way.
After rushing for a while, Tan Jinming slowed down. Where could he go? It was impossible to escape.
escape? Why run away? How many years have you been running away? Think of something else, you can't just do this.
Tan Jinming looked around, the cold mountain wind tore through his clothes and penetrated into his flesh. He felt that everything was empty for a moment. He had made a big mistake, an unforgivable and irreparable big mistake. damn... just, just...
With tears in his eyes, Tan Jinming took out the mobile phone in his pocket with slightly trembling hands, and the phone case was stained with some blood.
He pressed the screen, choked up, and sent a message to his mother: "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't want to do that" and another message to his father: "Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't want to do that"
After sending out, Tan Jinming turned 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 it with a single step, and this section of the road is outside the guardrail on the east side, which is a valley full of smoke all day long. This kind of thing has happened before. Tourists sitting on the guardrail to take pictures accidentally turned over and fell down. They fell to the bottom of the mountain and died.
At this time, Tan Jinming was standing on the edge of the guardrail, pressing his hands on the guardrail, propping up his feet, and was about to jump over the guardrail.
Suddenly, his right hand suddenly clenched the railing, but his expression showed fear, this, this...
When Tan Jinming was still suspicious, he raised his right hand and grabbed his hair, pulling it violently. Tan Jinming suddenly let out a scream of pain. He wanted to let go of his right hand, but he couldn't control it at all. Instead, he pulled it even harder. I tried hard.
At a strange angle, the right hand looked like it was grabbing its own scalp, and walked back away from the edge of the guardrail.
"Ah..." Tan Jinming was still crying out in pain, the veins on his face were bulging from the pain, and both eyeballs were rapidly congested and red.
He felt that his right hand no longer belonged to him, this right hand had life, it was that voice...
The voice became more real and clear, speaking to him, just in his mind:
Hello, negative selection.