Chapter 1 I am a death row prisoner, am I a murderer?

It's like a dream...

Looking at the cement walls covered with dark brown water seepings, a small window that can only be called a hole was faintly passed through the haze, and a slightly bright spot spread out on the wall in front of you.

I twisted my body, and my joints all over my body felt as if they were about to explode. The heavy weight and the crisp metal collision sound that sounded immediately told myself...

I'm alive.

My eyes couldn't be fully opened, my mouth was filled with thick bloody smell and sharp teeth debris. I tried to lick it with my tongue, my lips could slightly crack and my chin was afraid to do any more, and I might have been dislocated.

The bitter pain told me that I was indeed alive.

I can't recall the scenes of what happened before.

No matter how I think about it.

But I know I have committed a heinous crime.

In my fragile consciousness, I clearly remembered that there was blood red in front of my eyes.

Sharp blades and crazy slashing.

I can't think...

I'm very sleepy...

Someone was fiddling with the shackles on my feet in a daze, but I couldn't make any moves. Even if I made a sound, I felt like my body was about to be shattered.

Oh, why did this be so?

A voice muttered in a low voice.whispering sound……

Another voice was a little louder. It would be nice if the SWAT team could survive by arresting people.

Yo...you are awake?

The low and dumb voice sounded toward me....

I tried my best to make a sound, but it was meaningless.You woke up?

The loud voice also turned my direction.Do you still remember your heroic deeds yesterday?

It's still the loud voice.

I shook my head, was stunned for a moment, and nodded again.Did you drink a lot of bars yesterday?

A loud voice asked me.

I remember something, I haven't drunk alcohol in a long time.

Do you still remember what happened yesterday?

He asked again.

I couldn't open my eyes, and my mouth could only slightly crack a gap, but my consciousness slowly revived.

At the entrance of the supermarket...

A twisted face...

A sharp blade covered in blood...

The bright police badge...

The flying sticks and the woman screamed bitterly...

Um……

I killed someone.

No, I killed more than one, and two others died under my knife...

I fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, I was confused and felt someone gently prying my lips open, and then a warm stream of rice soup poured into my mouth.

Very fragrant...

It seems like I have never drunk such a delicious thing in my life.

He swallowed it greedily, but suddenly sprayed a mouthful of turbid black blood from his chest.

My scalp was still swollen, but my left eye could basically be opened halfway. There was no mirror. I imagined what I looked like in the mirror based on the swelling and pain coming from my head.

Well, it probably looks like a pig's head three.

Among the eight or nine square meters, in addition to me, there are two middle-aged prisoners with unshaven beards.

I supported them and reluctantly sat down beside the wall.It hurts...

I wailed.

The older ones quickly greeted another: Let it go, I'm afraid my ribs will be broken, I will lay down again.

It feels a little bit better than just now.

The young laughter came over my face and looked at my face on my head.

After looking at it for a while, he grinned and said: This guy!I really can sleep Ah I really don’t have the strength or mood to see him teasing me, closed my eyes, and tried hard to sew the scattered trivial memories together to form a whole.

You came in and had been sleeping for 4 days. The younger one said.

oh?

I've been here for 4 days?

That means...

My mother must also know that her unfilial son has caused a big disaster this time...

besides……

How is my little dream?

My beautiful wife must be heartbroken now, right?

My eyes didn't open, but I felt the wet and hot inside.

Memories have gradually pieced together. The more things I remember, the more I remember, the feeling of tearing in my heart slowly spreads.

I killed him.

But I didn't feel relaxed at all.

On the contrary, I felt even more heartbroken and broken.

What did I do?

What am I wrong?

Why do I have to suffer this kind of torture?

The young prisoner came over and asked me what happened, but I didn't want to say a word. I was very tired. After a violent outburst of emotions, I thought I was completely collapsed.

In fact, when I started to drink that night, I started to collapse.

I am 34 years old. If I am normal, I will not be able to live to be 35 years old.

I killed someone, I am a death row prisoner.

But I just celebrated my birthday 5 days ago.

Am I regretting my murder?

I don't feel any regret at all.

Maybe my heart has been torn apart long ago.

My thoughts are in a mess...

All the memories surging in my brain like boiling water.

I used to be a pretty successful person.

Well, once...