Which moment made you desperate?

Which moment made you desperate?

Which moment made you despair–

My husband fell down, lying in a bloodbath.

The police quickly blocked the scene and a few days later, the autopsy report came to light as a result of haemorrhage within the skull and numerous signs of fighting.

The police told me that he died of suicide and that there was no murderer.

I don’t believe it.

One.

My name is Gangnam Feng. I’m a medical student.

My husband’s name is Ling Chang-jun, he’s Nan-dae’s lecturer and doctor.

I am a fair man, a good man and a history of mental illness.

This death, too strange.

I sat in front of his desk, and a bright butterfly flew by the window.

Ding, a letter appeared in my mailbox.

The sender is the king.

I’m holding my breath, and all my attention is on this letter.

This letter is a long one, and it contains a few memories of me and Ling Ling’s love.

Two.

I’ve known Ling Qiang and I have known an incident of social death.

That day, I went to the English 6th grade.

Before the exam, I rushed to the toilet and suddenly my chest was hit hard.

I looked to the left, and a handsome man with a bright eye stopped his chest expansion and petroized in place.

The hand that hit my chest, it stopped in the air, embarrassingly.

And this handsome guy is my specialty teacher.

I’ll see you again in his class. I’m going to help my three groovy roommates.

I’m a good voice. I can change a different voice.

However, every time I arrive, the King will laugh at me.

Lorelei, the King’s Voice, the Voice, I used it. He didn’t reveal me.

Until the last point of my name, I looked up and saw the King-in-Chief’s smile spilling out, and my lips ticked, waiting for me to get to the fourth sound…

But I got stuck because I don’t have a fourth voice anymore.

“The Gangnam Wind? Can’t you come? “Ling Ling looked at a classroom and took glasses,

All the students I knew laughed at me, and I was brainwashed, and I answered with a little milk dog.

He smiled very well and showed clean and white teeth: “Oh! Gangnam Feng is a handsome young man. I’m sorry.

There was a laughter in the classroom.

I’m so hot right now I just want to get under the table.

I look up and I look in the eyes.

Since then, peach blossoms are happy.

Read the letter and laugh without feeling it, and laugh and smell salty.

Even though he still smells like he’s in the room, he’s as gentle as yesterday. How could he be dead?

That’s impossible.

3

“Southwind, soon after, the police will find the mutilated body under several trees in Jinbrook Street (that is, the street outside my house). If they find you, don’t say anything. Wait for my second e-mail. I’m sorry.

At the end of the letter, there is such a phrase.

A mutilated body?

In a moment, I got all goosebumps and my back was cold.

No wonder the police came in three days later.

The police informed me of a mutilated body under a tree in front of my house, five of which were hidden under five trees.

They showed me pictures of the body, and I couldn’t say anything.

The body was completely different, but in his left arm there was a blue butterfly tattoo.

I can recognize this tattoo in ash, because I have the same butterfly on me, which my brother Jiangmong forced me to do with him.

So, this body, it’s my brother, Jiangmong.

But I thought of the last sentence of the e-mail, and I said nothing, but I was being questioned by the police in a rigid manner.

I’m already pale and I can’t talk.

The police gave me some consolation and left.

When the door closed, I fell softly and sat on the floor.

4

Jiangmong is not my own brother. He’s the son of my father’s deceased comrade, and he’s 10 years old.

And when he came, he was all dirty, and his bright eyes, like a deer, were hidden beneath the dirt, and my heart was captured by this handsome face.

My father told me that he had been an orphan since he was a child and had been displaced between his relatives, who thought that he was a towed bottle and hated him, and that some relatives would abuse him.

And for a long time, he was isolated from one another and did not like to communicate.

Dad asked me to play with him and take care of this poor brother.

I loved him so much, I shared his snacks and toys with him and called his brother softly behind his ass every day.

However, as his age grew, his personality became more strange.

Until I went to junior high, I realized he was not a normal person.

He’s crazy. He’s a total pervert.

In the second year, I bought a model of an airplane with a lot of money to give to my colleague.

I’m at the table with a very kind boy who’s my best friend.

But this model was discovered in Jiangmong County, where he played with the airplane and looked at me in tears.

“Cangnam Feng, do you think this wooden plane will fly? And he squeezed my chin with force, and fell upon it, and said it in cold.

I panicked, and realized what he wanted to do, and asked, “Brother, can I save you some more money and buy you a flying remote control plane?” I’m sorry.

He looked at me in the face and looked in the cold, and he laughed and opened the window.

“Sister, this plane can fly now. Don’t believe it. I’m sorry.

I was crying to catch the plane model, but I failed.

The plane fell from the 12th floor and fell to pieces.

Since then, his nature has been completely exposed to me.

And he will pretend to be good in front of his parents, but before me he is a total devil.

He is indignant and indeterminate.

He’ll break the wings of the butterflies he’s about to catch and watch them pounce on the table and laugh so happy.

He’ll get angry when a boy approaches me, even try to control my actions.

As soon as I upset him, he tied up my dog Ike in front of me and started beating him.

He will not rest until I ask him for forgiveness and go and kiss him.

It is difficult to describe the face of the animal abuse in Jiangmong State in terms that seem painful and enjoy it.

How does it feel?

For a long time, I’m beginning to wonder.

5

Later, when I went to high school, he went to college, but the situation did not improve, but it increased.

I’m ready to take the test, but I get his text from time to time.

What are you doing?

Have you eaten yet?

Did you talk to another man?

I’ll come home tomorrow and I’ll catch you when I get home and I can’t see you.

I can’t help it: I’m studying and I’ll be home tomorrow night.

After the meeting,

I couldn’t take it, I threatened him: “You tell me that again, I’ll tell Mom and Dad. I’m sorry.

Until midnight I got his text message: “It’s exciting that Mom and Dad know, so I don’t want to fuck you.” I’m sorry.

He’s crazy. He’s totally crazy.

I’m about to take the test, and I’ll put up with him for the last month.

I’ll record all the conversations to Mom and Dad after the exams so everyone can see the true nature of this lunatic.

But he left the country with my parents before he waited for the exams. Parents go on business, he goes to study.

The parents were on a flight and never returned.

He, on the other hand, escaped from the air crash when he arrived in the United States a day earlier because of a temporary change in school hours.

Six.

The second e-mail arrived.

I ran to the computer and looked at the unread red dot, and I was so nervous, my teeth were shaking and I opened my mail.

The e-mail contained a medical certificate from a South doctor stating that the long-term nervous breakdown of the Gangnam wind was a symptom of insomnia and insomnia.

There is a small line at the end of the e-mail: If you have been questioned by the police, don’t be afraid and tell the truth about your memory.

I’ll download the case certificate for printing.

Before I finished reading the letter, the doorbell was ringing again, again the police.

The police told me that they had investigated the mutilated body under the tree and that it was my brother, Jiangmong County, who now needed me to cooperate with the police investigation.

So I turned off my computer and followed them to the police station.

The police questioned me about the last time I saw Jiangmong.

I answered with the same truth, just a week ago.

When Jiangmong returned, he found out about my relationship with Ling Qiang, who imprisoned me, prevented me from going out to see him and confiscated my phone.

Day and night, I can only see him.

This crazy guy would have forced me to take unknown drugs, and if I didn’t, he would have grabbed my hands and shoved them in.

I look forward to your early release.

I know he’s looking for me every day like crazy because he’s coming to my house every day for a while and he’s waiting for me to show up.

Jiangmong lied to him that I went abroad to study.

I can’t believe he’s so smart.

Until a week ago, the locksmith came directly to try to break into the house.

Jiangmong State heard noises inside the house and went out to argue with him.

In the house, I tried my best to ask for help from Ling Ling.

My room is a specially decorated soundproofing wall, and I don’t know if Changjun heard it, but I’ve had a lot of heavy sand in my throat.

I’ll wait in the room. I’ll see you in the light.

I look up, I look forward to it and I hope that those who stand in the light are the elders.

And when the light is scattered, a demagogue’s face appears.

It’s Jiangmong.

7

“Ling, are you hurt? I wanted to ask him if Ling was hurt.

I can’t breathe, I’ve changed my voice.

“So concerned about this wild man? I’m sorry.

I shake my head, fear comes, cool goes from the bottom of my feet.

And We cried out unto him, asking forgiveness: brother, I am in pain. I’m sorry.

I’m afraid that I’m the only one who’s gonna lose him.

But I didn’t realize that this sound of my brother’s pain had completely triggered his lust.

He came up with a big kiss and my mouth was full of blood.

Personally, I realize his hands are already leaving me.

All these years, he only kissed me, not touched me. He’s really pissed off today by me and Ling Ling.

He started to rip my dress, and I couldn’t resist it at every step.

My skin is numb, my blood drops to the ice, and I pass out in extreme shock.

When he woke up again, he was gone, under me, blood.

8

As instructed by the e-mail, I gave my memory to the police.

The police suspect that I killed him when I was forced to do so in Jiangmong.

I handed over the medical certificate to the police, who verified it.

Soon after, the police sent me home.

I came home exhausted and smelled a strange smell at the gates.

This smell stinks a little, if it’s not present.

There were shoe boxes and cabinets at the entrance, and I opened one by one.

There’s nothing unusual in the shoe cabinet. It’s only Jiangmong’s shoes, and they smell like feet.

I didn’t think much of it, so I went back to the desk and ordered an e-mail and kept reading the parts that were not finished before going to the police station.

The last sentence of the e-mail was a quick break for me.

“If the police give up their investigation on you, they ignore all the incoming mail. If you are not spared, send the third e-mail to the police. Boy, be good, be good.”

Kids, when I saw these three words, I couldn’t help but swallow them up, and the more I cried, the more I cried, the more I cried.

It was the first time I cried after all these days.

He used to call me a little friend when he was alive.

He’s my husband’s and my professional teacher.

In the course of his class, there were always girls after him asking questions, and I was staring at him with anger.

When he saw me with a tan on my face, he suddenly dropped his cup and came straight to me and asked, “Did you sleep well last night?” I’m sorry.

The sound is still missing, the whole class is silent, and everyone has stopped working, and they’ve turned their eyes into surprises.

My face is not red, my heart is not beating, my heart says, “Thank you for helping me with a stalker last night. Thank you, Mr. Ling, for helping me with the knife.” I’m sorry.

Oh, I see. There’s a lot of people cheering for Teacher Ling’s liver.

He raised his lips and touched my head, and I was still in anger, so he hid, and his hand was in place.

As he left, I was brain-tucking, and I had a leg.

He took my hand and I went back with him.

It’s good that there’s a wall behind me, and he pulls me back, and I’m accused of being undefeated, and I’ve been knocked off for no reason.

I was completely attached to the wall in the upper half, and he held the wall with one hand and my wrist with one hand.

The class that had re-emerged was quiet for a second and burst into flames a few seconds later.

You can’t steal a chicken. I’m ashamed there’s no way. I can’t help it. He looked at me in front of the whole class and he looked at me with a slap, and he said, “You got a little ballsy, huh? I’m sorry.

As soon as this happened, the whole school knew about our relationship and no more girls put it on him.

He has given me an absolute sense of security by rejecting all my obscurities, and it has been hard for us to start our first year.

Changjun, we’re only six months married, didn’t you say you’d take me to the sea for my birthday?

The better the memory, the more painful it is.

Me and his past are like daggers carved in my heart, and I can’t breathe.

9

I thought that medical certificate would remove the police’s suspicion of me and give me back my clean slate.

But I didn’t expect to get another call from the police in three days.

“Mrs. Jiang, we found a hammer and a chainsaw in King Ling’s house. We suspect this is a modus operandi with your fingerprints on it. I’m sorry.

I panicked.

I did see the hammer in the house of the elders, but I never saw the saw.

The police took the saw out, it was long and sharp, and it was more than enough to penetrate the cathedral.

The police said it was the same chainsaw that cut the body of Jiangmong County.

He’s got blood and he’s got cold feet and he’s breathing fast.

Even if I had been frightened to say otherwise, the police had not eased their guard and tortured me.

When it came to time, they didn’t have enough evidence to keep asking me and let me go.

10

And when I came home, it was at night, and at the gate, I asked for another stink.

It’s getting hot, and it looks like it’s getting worse.

Once again, I opened the locker at the Gate, and this time I determined that it was not the smell of basketball shoes from Jiangmong, it was the smell of a dead body.

This time, I went down and looked at the locker, and I didn’t think, and I opened one of the switches in the shoe cabinet with my muscle memory, and it was in the dark.

It’s a pack of black plastic bags.

I don’t know what it is, but I’m sure it’s from here.

I took a close look at it and there was blood in the bag.

The moment I saw the blood, my pupils shrunk, and I couldn’t think about what was in the bag.

At this point, it was as if my neck had a hand strangling my throat, and the sense of near-death asphyxiation spread all over.

The move was faster than thinking, and when I realized it, the black bag with blood on it had been thrown out of the trash can.

I was wearing a tight mask, under a hat, and I quickly ran back to my room, and when I was passing through the gates, I was still in a bad mood.

The third e-mail was sent in the mailbox today at 12 noon.

I opened it, and the contents of the curtains shocked me:

Nan Feng, I’m sorry I killed him. I know he’s holding you captive and trying to force you. I hate him more than you.

South Wind, for me, is the light of life, the salvation, the future, but the state of Jiangmong is going to destroy you.

I tried to call the police, but my lawyer told me that it was useless, that you were legally brothers and sisters, and that I had no proof of what he did to you. There’s no way I can save you in the dumbest way.

When he came to you the other day, he had an argument with me, we did it, and I took it and he locked it out.

I heard you crying out loud.

In that moment, I lost my mind.

I grabbed the hammer of the locksmith and hit him in the back of the head. I hit him again and again, until he fell by your side and you passed out.

When I confirmed his death, I mutilated him with a chainsaw and buried him under five of the trees.

At that moment, I felt ease and joy, and since then there has been no further obstruction between us.

However, the sense of guilt in killing came with it, and since that day I have never slept well.

I’m a murderer, my parents’ proud son becomes a executioner, and students trust that the teacher who loves is the devil.

I’ll face the law sooner or later. Instead of being notorious and hateful, we should end ourselves.

Nan Feng, when you see this letter, you must be troubled by me, and the police will not abandon your investigation, and instead, I will tell the truth and last protect my little friend.

Nan Feng, please give this e-mail to the police.

If the media or other relatives in Jiangmong continue to make it difficult for you, open the fourth e-mail.

The annex is a self-confinement letter, signed in writing by Qing Qiang Qiang, which records the details of his commission.

I hesitated, and if this letter were to come to pass, there would be no way to keep the name behind it.

But if I don’t, maybe I won’t be able to live a real life.

In the end, I couldn’t stand the police torture me and I gave his letter of surrender with tears.

The police carried out the final check under the letter of surrender, and the murderer in Jiangmong State was Gengjun.

At the police station, I saw the elders’ mother crying to faint, and Nanda withdrew his condolences, and he was no longer a good teacher to the students.

Eleven.

The sun sets through the window in front of the living room television.

There was a story on TV: a puppy was found dead in a garbage can on Jinbrook Street, and the dog was sawed to pieces, died for a long time and stenched.

My hands and legs are cold, I look at pictures of bodies on the news, and my numbness extends up from the spinal cord.

This is my pet, Ike, who is often abused by Jiangmong.

The doorbell rang when I was crying.

I was scared and I looked carefully at the cat, a man in a delivery dress.

I was a little scared, but the door was opened after an intellectual struggle, and he asked me to sign a letter.

The cover of the letter reads: “A fourth letter to South Wind.”

This should be the fourth letter mentioned at the end of the third e-mail, but it did not happen, and there was no media or other close relatives in Jiangmong looking for me.

When I was hesitant to open this fourth letter, a media reporter found me and said I was the wife of a perverted murderer and wanted to interview me.

I was angry and I threw this rude journalist out.

Then they contacted the parents of the elders and told them to go to the country and hide, and I was afraid that the rumors would lead them.

I had no idea that the elders’ parents were calm and extremely calm when they received my call.

They told me that they were not the biological parents of the elders, who had not been born to them before they committed suicide.

At the same time, the medical doctors of Nanda and Nan received letters of resignation from the elders.

It appeared that he had arranged everything before the incident.

The only person in his life who still has an important relationship is me.

There was an unknown moment in my mind, walking to the desk, shaking and tearing the envelope open.

The one that doesn’t hold, the paper falls with the wind.

It’s a signed divorce agreement, which will come into effect as soon as I sign it.

I have nothing to do with him anymore.

There’s a note in the envelope. It’s his handwriting.

South Wind, bury me in the city when all the dust is settled.

Spring’s south, full of your favorite peach blossoms.

12

I was notarized with my divorce papers and disassociated from my husband and wife.

A few months later, no one remembered the mutilated body under the tree, nor did anyone talk that Nandae Professor was a murderer.

It’s all over.

And I’m always having a dream.

I didn’t dream of King-in-Chief, I didn’t dream of Jiangmong.

I’ve been dreaming about Ike, the dog, and I’ve been dreaming that it’s been so bloody in Jiangmong, that it hurts so bad that it can’t make a sound, that it can only make a hum.

I look at it with my heart, and it must be worse than dead.

All of a sudden, a chainsaw came to it, and it showed a scary look, which was exciting.

His limbs were slashed down and his body was divided into five pieces and placed together in a bag.

“Aah! I woke up screaming for a week.

When I woke up, I took a taxi to the far south of town, where Changjun slept.

In the spring, the south, the peach blossoms, the wind blows, the peach blossoms fall on the ground.

I soon found King’s grave, took out a few bottles of wine and sat down and drank with him.

As the sky began to darken, a few of the crows ran over the branches, and the rest of the sunset spread over the tombstone, which appeared to be marked with gold and light.

I shed tears and trembled with the words on the tombstone: the grave of the late husband.

My late husband…

I leaned on the tombstone as if I were on his strong arm.

I’ve come up with a fifth letter.

South Wind, it must be over now.

I was raised by my adoptive parents, and I was born talented, and in their eyes, our relationship was more like a partnership, and the benefits were far too emotional. So I left them all my wealth in their name, so that they might not be in your trouble.

Your brother’s legacy is all yours. It should be enough to keep you safe for life.

Actually, I knew what Jiangmong did to you.

Every time you come back to me, you’re covered in bruises and bruises. Tell me, you fell.

Nan Feng, your acting is really bad.

It must have been hard for you for more than a decade to be stuck in a nightmare in Jiangmong. I will always remember every time you look at him in the eyes of fear and anger, I know that he has done many things that you hate.

The day you answered his phone, you got nervous and left in a hurry.

So I followed you out, and I saw you go back to your house and never came out for days.

This bastard has imprisoned you as his brother again.

I’m worried, but I can’t help it.

Until that day, it was your birthday. We were supposed to go on a trip to Iowa.

I opened the lock and entered the door.

I can’t believe what’s in front of me.

You cut the remains of Jiangmong County in blood, with bright eyes and excitement.

The body of a puppy was also cut off.

After you saw me, the excitement turned into fear.

You cried and told me that Jiangmong wanted to invade you, that you were afraid and that you had to do it.

You didn’t finish it, and you had a twitch.

After helping you with everything, you began to experience hallucinations and hearing, which are symptoms of schizophrenia.

South Wind, your dreams are your demons, and I will not let you suffer day and night, let alone be imprisoned as a murderer.

Nan Feng, you’re my little friend, you’re my star river. How can I let you die?

So I gave my life back to Jiangmong.

You must live for me.

The south wind, let’s do it, blow through the south cemetery, and from then on, it’s new.

I read the letters over and over again, and my head was like a crack, and I read it word for word, until I saw the pink paper ring on my wrist: Gangnam Wind, Nan Da First Hospital.

Tears blurted my sight, and it was true and false, and I could not tell.

Not far away, the sirens are coming closer to me…

Look up, the wind of the cemetery blows up the daisies. In the sunset, the young white boy came at me in the light.

The south flower has opened and the lover is gone.

13

The first hospital in Nanda, the psychiatry department, and a few nurses, who looked at the calm patients, were suffocating: “How can a girl who looks so innocent and innocent, kill?” I’m sorry.

“Yeah, it’s dangerous to put it here with us. I’m sorry.

“However, she confessed to the fact that the police had closed the case and that she had killed her brother. Neither father nor mother is poor, and when he is mad and awake, sometimes he calls his husband after her attending doctor. I’m sorry.

The attending interrupted their conversation with his medical records, and he told the nurse: “Take care of her this time and don’t let her run away again. Let her come back tomorrow afternoon for hypnosis. I’m sorry.

The nurse even promised to take notes.

After the attending left, a nurse lamented, “He’s so handsome. I can wear a gold-coated border. I’m sorry.

Another nurse pushed her, whispering, “Doctor of psychiatry, please stop it. I’m sorry.

The sunset was west, and the day passed, and warm yellow light was radiant in the corridor of South Medical Psychiatry.

A girl, with a cape, was pale and blindly staring at a doctor ‘ s profile on the wall.

Ling Changjun, the South Medical Psychiatrist, and the South Great Psychology Department lecturer, are good at hypnosis.

When I was 10 years old, I personally poured enemy fear into aunt’s cup.

When my sister found out, she screamed at his parents.

The so-called aunt uncle no longer wanted to keep me. He pushed me to uncle.

Nor Uncle.

No one’s going to mind me. They’re going to send me to the orphanage.

I’ve been waiting for this day.

One.

When my parents died, I was five.

I looked through pictures of me before I was five years old, smiling, with light in my eyes.

When I was five, I took a picture.

I’m wearing dirty T-shirts, dirty, blind, innocent.

Most of the time, I lived at my aunt’s house, sometimes at my uncle’s house, and occasionally at relatives’ homes.

I hate to live in the homes of uncharted relatives who are polite and divided and who tell me that I am an outsider.

I hate living at my uncle’s house.

Uncle drinks, beats me, punches me.

I didn’t have a good skin from head to foot, and when I got beat up, I wanted to fuck that fucking beer bottle over the head of this son of a bitch.

But I put up with it. After all, it’ll be fine soon.

It’s not worth it.

This woman doesn’t deserve me to call her aunt.

Evil women would force me to bathe in front of the door, to wash my neighbors naked on the ground and in person.

The neighbor boasted of her kindness.

I couldn’t resist it.

Because as long as I don’t listen, she burns me with a cigarette and stabs me with a needle.

She burned the iron on my arm, and she won’t disappear.

She swallowed my parents’ pension to take care of me. I didn’t buy me clothes, I didn’t get my allowance, and I ate what was left of them.

The name of the boy is poverty, so I can pick up the plastic bottle myself.

All my classmates at school called me a beggar and bullied me with no mother or father.

But the last thing I can do is to put up with the disgusting moves she makes in the night and the false feelings she makes about me in front of others.

She spreads propaganda about her good for me, and my rebellion.

I’m dirty because I don’t like clean clothes because I hate the new clothes she bought me.

She told people I’d drugged her tea and watched her shower.

For a long time, in the eyes of my uncle and my sister, I was the rat of the ditch.

So all that’s left is blood relatives.

Two.

As I went to the orphanage, a man with whom I had no family, and had no reason to adopt me.

There’s a philanthropist? I’m in the cold.

This philanthropist is gentle, smiling at me like a fake tiger.

All the relatives had to pick me up and send me off with a firecracker.

There’s no one in the world who really cares about me, but it’s just human beings.

I thought he’d sell me. I didn’t think he’d actually put me home.

There’s a girl at his house who smiles like a moon teeth.

I ignored her.

But she’d still call my brother softly behind me and share all her snacks and toys with me.

She was like the fairy that day fell on my earth.

But I refused her to approach me because I was afraid of stealing her hand.

Until one day, I saw her lying on the ground, closed her teeth, colored and twitched her face.

I only knew that this girl with her smiled eyes like moon teeth had epilepsy.

Perhaps out of sympathy for her, perhaps inspired by the sincerity and enthusiasm of her family.

I started taking care of her, protecting her and seeing her as my own sister.

As her age grows, she’s more attractive and pale and very attractive.

She told me a lot of boys were chasing her at school, and I seriously educated her and was now focusing on learning.

But then… her subjectivity seems to be getting different from mine.

In the second year, she fought with me over her fat partner who had been bullying her and saved money to send the plane model to the fat guy.

The day before, the fat man had written “bitch, a hundred nights” behind her uniform.

I was so pissed I threw the plane off the 12th floor.

She called me crazy.

I’m crazy. I’m mad at her.

During that time, she liked to catch bright butterflies, but she cried as soon as they flew away.

I can’t help it. I’ll break all the wings of the butterflies I’ve caught and keep them with the south wind forever.

And her dog Ike, who doesn’t listen, who bites, who’s already biting the south wind several times.

I thought when I wasn’t good, my uncle beat me up and beat me to bits.

I did the same thing. I hit Ike crazy until the bastard couldn’t bite.

The south wind has been standing behind me watching me silently, without making a sound.

I thought she was scared and wanted to turn around to comfort.

I didn’t expect to turn my head, but I saw her smile and her body shivering…

3

Later, I went abroad to study.

A few years later it was found that the parents had broken up because they had disappeared and the police had not yet closed the case.

So I took on the responsibility of taking care of the south wind.

But she often doesn’t come home all night.

I look all over the street and I always find her in a crappy end.

She told me it was her new home. She says she’s married and her husband’s name is Ling Chang.

What’s all this with? I’m really going crazy with her.

I consulted her with a psychotic friend who told me she might have schizophrenia.

I can’t accept the fact that my only family member is a psychopath.

But I am also concerned about the gossip and pointers in the neighbourhood and can only lock her in at work and take her out after work.

Until one day I found Ike missing.

She’s got blood on the southern wind and on Ike’s mattress.

I was shocked.

But I searched the entire room and found no murder weapon or Ike’s body.

I can’t do this anymore. I’ve decided to take her to the South Medical Clinic.

She was not expected to have a record of her visit, and it appears that her parents brought her to see her a long time ago.

At that time, her attending physician recommended hospitalization, which was rejected by her parents.

I pushed out the office of the attending, a man with golden glasses, a gentle man.

He told me that the situation in the south was getting worse and that there was a need for urgent hospitalization.

And We asked him with a rush: “What is the chance of the cure?” Is it big?”

He did not respond positively, but said, “I will do my best. I’m sorry.

I took her home with my diagnosis.

My friend is a psychiatrist, and I have seen mental patients who are being held inside, who are gathered in the same big room, and whose access is locked in the iron door, and whose families cannot be accompanied.

When I went in with my friend, I saw a patient who was pregnant, tied to a bed by a doctor, screaming madly, like an original. And a 15-year-old girl, speaking to herself in the air…

I’m afraid of the south wind to live in such an environment.

So I locked her up, and I put soundproof walls in her room, so it wasn’t easy to argue with the neighbors.

But since she came back from the hospital, she has become increasingly unstable and has become acutely scary.

I had to take the company’s annual leave to stay with her at home, to force her to take her medication on time, to stabilize her emotions, but it did not work very well.

I couldn’t bear it. I decided to take her back to the hospital after the annual leave.

The bell is ringing outside the bell.

There’s too much traffic out there today. The delivery is a few minutes late and I’m sorry.

I shake my head and say it’s okay. It’s not easy.

The salesman left while thanking him, and a man hit the next garbage can and made a whizz.

I took him down the elevator.

I put the delivery on the table and went to the room and called Nan Feng for dinner.

Opened the door and saw her standing at the door with a dagger.

“Ling, are you hurt? I’m sorry.

She asked me that all of a sudden.

I saw the dagger in her hand, and I held her hand hard, and it was thrown to my feet.

I kept her whole in my arms and couldn’t move.

“Nan Feng, I’ll take you to the hospital when my brother’s off. I’m sorry.

If only she had heard the hospital, her eyes were filled with tears and a weak path: “Brother, I am in pain.” I’m sorry.

I wonder, did I push too hard or did I hit her somewhere?

I’m gonna let her go and check her body.

Suddenly a dagger came into my body, slashed and slashed, and the body became light from the beginning of the severe pain.

At the end of the day, I saw blood spilling to the table’s diagnostic form.

Gangnam Wind, schizophrenia accompanied by narcissistic personality disorder.

He’s the attending.

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.