dramatic death

How terrible can the evil of a group be?

Yintong sat on Christie's seat, watching the front door of the classroom being kicked open, and two domineering teenagers appeared in the corridor outside the front door, shouting and pushing their companions in behind.

They said: "If you're a man, don't be cowardly. Didn't you have a lot of energy when you were forced that day? Didn't you see you shrivel?"

They said: "If you don't go, we will tell the teacher that you are sick and bullying other little girls, and let the teacher lock you up in a small dark room in the school hospital."

They said, "Stand up, bitch, do you want to drink from the urinal?"

Yin Tong looked at the boy who was pushed into the classroom——according to their name, he should be a "coward", staggered to come to him, lowered his head and sobbed softly, and asked in a low voice: "Can you Would you like to go upstairs to the rooftop with us?"

He didn't answer, the rules of the plot required him to keep his mouth shut.Yin Tong sat in the chair and looked at the boy in front of him expressionlessly, only thinking that his fearful expression was like a clown's performance.

—both ugly and false.

He probably wasn't really afraid, and there might still be a lot of contempt and ridicule towards Christie hidden in his heart.These victims who are subject to the aggressors will always develop the same way of thinking as the aggressors. While loathing the atrocities of the aggressors, they will sing praises for these atrocities.

They are the most loyal supporters of the aggressors in the world, and they believe that the atrocities they have endured are terrible and frightening.They believe that no one can resist this kind of brutality, so whenever a new victim has the idea of ​​​​resistance, they will become the most vicious aggressors.

--why?

Yin Tong seemed to hear a childish voice asking this, and then a silhouette sitting in the sun stopped what he was doing, turned his head, and replied with a smile.

— "Because they want to live."

——"It is difficult for a person to survive in this world. He needs to meet his physical needs: get food, clothes and a place to live; he needs to meet his own security needs: to ensure that he can live smoothly in this place Go on; he needs to satisfy his needs to love and be loved, as well as his self-esteem. A large part of his self-esteem comes from social affirmation.”

——"He needs to find a way for himself to convince himself that 'a dirty and cowardly person like me can survive'. This method is to create more 'dirty and cowardly people' and more 'victims' By'."

——"Then why doesn't he make himself better?" Yin Tong heard himself asking.

His voice was very thin, and he sounded like a child who didn't know much about the world.The interviewee also seemed to be treating him like a child, combing his hair with his fingers while picking him up and placing him in a sunny place in his arms.

——"Not everyone can get better," Yintong heard the other party chuckle softly, "Not everyone has the courage to leave the status quo. People are always afraid of change, afraid of leaving the living environment they are used to, afraid of New ideas, fear of accepting new things."

——"Just like Tongtong, weren't you afraid of eating crabs two days ago? You think that thing has hard pincers and looks 'terrible'. How can I persuade you not to eat it? Take a lick. How does it taste?"

——"Well...it's not scary anymore," Yin Tong heard himself reply in a low voice, "I will try it in the future."

——"But this kind of thinking is also wrong," the speaker laughed softly, "When Tongtong was in the yard two days ago, didn't she get stabbed by a small round ball, did it hurt?"

——"... Pain," Yintong felt that he remembered the feeling at that time in an instant, and even pouted his mouth and felt aggrieved, with tears hanging in his eyes, blinking his eyes so pitifully, "it's 'cactus' , super painful."

——"That's right," the person holding him rubbed his little head, "The prickly pear ball is super painful to touch, so next time when you encounter something you don't know, will Tongtong try it again?"

——"Yeah, no, I don't know."

——"You know," the other party read softly in his voice, "you need to know, you have to have your own ideas."

——He could feel someone holding his hand and moving forward, as if touching the warm sunshine.The person holding him smiled softly, his cool hands and feet were wrapped around his warm body.She said: "There are many people who think that 'new' must be 'bad', and what they 'don't know' must be 'wrong'. But we, Tongtong, must not think so. You must be brave, strong, and Learn to recognize and discern.”

——"I hope you don't give up hope, don't go with the flow. I hope you have fire in your heart and sunshine in your eyes."

Yin Tong slowly blinked his eyes.

——He seemed to see someone in the soft halo nodded seriously, and he said, "Okay."

— "I'll do it, Mom."

It was a long time ago, a memory that should have been forgotten by him.

Yintong was sitting in the classroom, sitting in Christie's seat. He still didn't know why he had come to this step, but at this moment he clearly realized that he had to go on.

His memories emerged little by little, like goldfish hiding at the bottom of the river, they shuttled in the shimmering waves, as if they would reveal their graceful figures in the next moment.

It seemed that the next moment, he could remember what he had experienced.

Yin Tong raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him.

He looked like a sewer-dwelling larva, tiny and disgusting.His two remaining companions outside the front door even choked to imitate his tone, wriggling eccentrically, then leaning back and forth laughing like a bunch of exaggerated clowns.

—and they did dress up like clowns, too.

The teenagers crowded at the door wore pure white masks with smiley faces on their faces, and waved their hands and feet exaggeratedly, as if they could hide their trembling limbs and pretend to be fearless bravery.

There are always some people who are so aggressive.

The group of well-fed old pedants in Central City have also studied this weird situation. They said that the obedience of the group will bring about the loss of the individual. .

They have never thought about whether the so-called group consciousness is right or wrong. Anyway, if they shout too much, what is wrong becomes right.These days, it’s nothing new for three people to become tigers to spread rumors. People clamor that the law is strict. In fact, if the law is lost one day, they may not know how to live.

Yin Tong looked at the boy in front of him.

He was the only one of them all without a mask, so every smile was clearly visible.He's still apologizing, begging as he apologizes, looking like a funny actor.

"Sorry, can you, can you go to the rooftop with us?" he asked again.

Yin Tong thought to himself, if the child can ask such a question, he probably thinks that Christie has no brains.

The teenagers outside the front door also seemed to be aware of the strangeness in the words of their companions. They hissed mockingly, repeated "Can you go to the rooftop with us" with laughter, and insulted him as "a cowardly dog".

Yin Tong watched them step in from the front door, and pushed away the boy who was stiff in front of him.Someone stretched out his hand and pulled his arm, and someone pulled off his button. Yin Tong only felt that his consciousness seemed to be cut into two parts.

He seemed to see the old Christie sitting on this chair, watching the little girl being pulled up from the seat by these dirty young men.They pulled her clothes, rubbed her breasts, and even dug her lower body through the skirt, making hoarse lewd screams from their throats.

He said: "Don't send sao, it won't work here, sober up, go to the rooftop first."

He said, "Are you a male dog in [] heat? Put your zip on."

He said: "You dog, why are you in such a hurry to change the stone, I will remember to reward you with a hand later."

They said: "Little fool who can't even speak, probably born to be a sao."

Yin Tong was dragged by them into the corridor outside the front door, those obscene words were like a noisy background sound, repeatedly colliding and roaring in his mind.He couldn't tell what emotion he was in, and he didn't realize what he should be thinking at the moment. He only felt that there seemed to be a small voice in his mind whispering non-stop, as if talking.

"Tongtong, I'm afraid."

He turned his head and looked at the classroom that should have been empty.However, a vague figure was found on the penultimate row of seats. He was lying on the table with his arm pillowed, as if he was sleeping soundly.

He opened his mouth.

No sound came out.

And the child who made the voice in his heart is like a child who has just learned to speak, only knowing how to repeat mechanically over and over again.

"Tongtong, I'm afraid."

She didn't cry or make a fuss.She doesn't even have extra emotions, no extra actions.

Yin Tong turned around in the copy plot and raised his head to face the cold white wall outside the corridor.The closed windows cut the entire wall into squares, and the dark dusk poured down through the window frames, wrapping the dust in the air and flooding the entire empty corridor.

Standing in the shadow between the two windows, he moved two steps forward stiffly, then raised his hand and stuffed his index finger between his lips and teeth.

He had almost anticipated what kind of move he would make.

However, consciousness and perception are two completely different things. The moment his teeth clenched, Yin Tong almost died in the 70% simulation of Hakoniwa Online.He watched helplessly as he pulled his index finger out from between his teeth, and saw that a bloody gash had been bitten open on his fingertip.The viscous blood water is like magma in a crater, as if it has been buffed with non-condensable buffs, it is constantly surging outward.

He saw himself raising his hand against the cold wall, close to the "4" written by Xia Zexing before, and slowly wrote down another dirty number.

- "3"