Once the damage is caused, it will exist forever; humans, in the final analysis, are material existences that are easily damaged but not easily repaired.——"Dark World"

"Why did you kill her?"

For Feng Heng, no, for the role played by Feng Heng, this is a thought-provoking soul question.

Yes, why kill her?

She just abused the stray cat, just discipline her, why did she kill her?

"It's because of this?"

"I don't want to recall it anymore, don't ask anymore."

Between rationality and madness, Feng Heng chose rationality, and he began to escape this problem.

Indeed, he didn't kill himself, he just played this role.

Why ask yourself?

"What is the [thing left for the dead]?"

After escaping, the topic was changed. The editor-in-chief did not continue to ask, because she knew that this question was indeed an extremely heavy problem for Feng Heng, but these questions were also ambiguity.

"Isn't things used by dead people just tribute?" The editor-in-chief replied following Feng Heng's thoughts.

"Who are there so many dead people here?" Feng Heng frowned, and suddenly a picture flashed through his mind, "If I guess correctly, the next one should be that old woman."

"Old woman?"

Feng Heng did not have any questions about the editor-in-chief, but continued to drive his own car and slowly walked through the forest.

After a while, the figure that appeared under the flash gradually appeared at this time.

"It's true."

"What did you see again?"

"A black-clad old woman, she didn't hold an umbrella and didn't hold anything in her hands." Feng Heng narrowed her eyes, and her heart seemed to have no fear she had before, only the unknown stinging feeling in her mind. "If it's the same on the radio, there is no need to ask anymore."

Same, good, same words.

It's still the inexplicable words that cannot find any breakthrough.

"【Smash what is given to the dead, don't destroy what is given to the living."

"I pushed her off the rooftop five years ago."

Feng Heng found all the memories of this old woman from that memory that had nothing to do with him.

He still remembers that he was sitting next to the rooftop, watching the corpse slowly falling from the rooftop, forming a beautiful arc in the air.

The corpse fell violently to the ground, red, white, intertwined. How many people vomited when they looked at this work of his own, and all the organs were scattered on the ground one by one, and the ground was filled with declarations of death.

How wonderful.

"Why did you kill so many people?"

The editor-in-chief finally couldn't sit still anymore. She only knew that Feng Heng was a murderer, but she didn't know that he had killed so many innocent people.

If she had known about these situations, she would not have agreed to the warden and let him go.

Speaking of which, I am still too soft-hearted.

Feng Heng closed his eyes slightly, recalled what happened five years ago, and murmured to himself.

"I just can't stand her insulting the nurses in the nursing home."

"Don't you find it inexplicable? Do you think you're doing the right thing?"

The editor-in-chief was speechless. The little girl just abused a stray cat, and the old woman now just insulted the nurse in the nursing home. Can these reasons be the reason for killing people? That's that simple?

"Why are you venting your anger on others by yourself? You take away other people's lives without voluntarily? Think seriously, if you were that nurse, would you want a stranger to come out and do such a thing for yourself?"

She really couldn't understand Feng Heng's approach. Just that, just because of such a small reason, could she deprive others of their lives? She could she take the initiative to help others vent her anger?

She can't understand, absolutely cannot.

As expected, the murderer's brain circuit is abnormal. It seems that he did something wrong at the beginning.

At first I thought it was just a murderer, and the person he killed might be his father's enemy or other fatal hatred, but I didn't expect it to be just a trivial matter? It's just a trivial matter the size of a mustard seed!?

"The nurse thanked me later."

Feng Heng didn't know what the editor-in-chief was thinking now, but just based on his own memories to tell the situation at that time.

grateful?

Can you still thank such a thing?

It seems that this nurse is also a psychopath and has a very vicious mind.

The editor-in-chief was silent and didn't speak for a long time.

"I shouldn't say that."

"How are you now?" the editor-in-chief tried to change the subject.

"It's already dark, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there's not much time left."

Feng Heng did not pursue what the editor said, but continued to say what she wanted to express.

Just now, Feng Heng felt that this role was too psychologically perverted. Just a slander, it involved the deprivation of life. It was really perverted.

With the problem of that nurse, normal people must be frightened after learning the news, and then they feel that there is no need to be afraid or panic, and they will even blame the person for killing someone. But the nurse actually thanks him?

However, speaking of this, in the strange memory she was injected into, the old woman had been insulting the nurse for a long time.

From the nurse's perspective, the role he played killed the old man had nothing to do with the nurse, and it was not instructed by the nurse himself.

The so-called law is to punish the murderer, not the nurse.

As for morality, nurses have no instruction at all and will not be subject to moral kidnapping in society.

After all, verbal thanks cannot constitute a motive for murder.

Maybe when the nurse thanked, no one else saw it, so there was no evidence.

Only if the idea is not put into practice is not considered a crime, let alone the motive for murder.

Speaking of which, after a long period of insult, a normal person will definitely change his mind and nature. At this time, he may be grateful, but he may seem less vicious.

But it's still very perverted, that's right.

Continue driving in a certain direction, Feng Heng finally saw the dawn ahead in this dark forest.

"Wait, I seem to see the road!"

"You're about to reach the forest border." The editor-in-chief replied absent-mindedly.

"If it's a forest border and there are roads, wouldn't it mean I'm almost at the exit?"

After Feng Heng saw the dawn, his fear and gloom were swept away, and he immediately rushed to the bridge, but the next scene made his expression a little strange.

At the bridge, there was a man standing.

A person who is the same as Feng Heng saw before, but that person will blink.

In other words, this person is a real person, not a clone, nor a slave.

"Why?"

"Can you explain it? What the hell is going on? Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in the hotel!?"

Yes, the figure Feng Heng saw was the editor-in-chief.

It was the editor-in-chief sister whom I had been thinking about day and night, but Feng Heng's emotions have already begun to lose control now.

"I just want to see you."

The editor-in-chief's answer made Feng Heng grin, not that kind of ordinary smile, but a tragic smile.

"So you stand on the bridge alone in the rain, just to look at me? Look at your phone and answer my questions."

"Yes."

The editor replied.

"I want to see the ending of this game."

After receiving such an answer, Feng Heng's hand holding the steering wheel tightly had already loosened. He now understood everything, understood the ultimate purpose of this escape game, and understood the purpose of this woman.

"What's wrong? Why don't you move?"

After seeing Feng Heng's condition, the editor-in-chief felt a "splitting" in his heart and replied on the chat screen.

"So you didn't want to save me from the beginning, you just wanted to watch my fun." Feng Heng looked up at the woman at the end of the high beam, "You blinked."

"Is there any problem? That's me."

"You're not the one I'm looking for."

Feng Heng shook his head in the car and continued to tap on his phone.

"The Roland Forest is the land of the dead, which is equivalent to the purpose. People who come to worship on rainy days will leave flowers for the deceased and then leave with an umbrella, so [the things left for the dead] should refer to flowers."
To be continued...