Chapter 1 Veteran suicide
"Clang-clang-clang-clang-" A broken iron can was kicked and rolled several times, then spun and stopped. After a while, a little boy wearing a vest and shorts came over, kicked the broken iron can with his short leg, and there was another clang sound, and the iron can rolled away again.
The little boy looked to be about five years old. The few clothes on his body could no longer tell the original color, they were so dirty that they looked like hadn't been washed in a long time. He was wearing plastic slippers on his feet, the slippers were a bit tattered, and the little finger stuck out.
The little boy looked like he had crawled out of a pile of coal. He was covered in dust. He felt like a gray mouse in the sewer, completely dirty.
Yang Jiabo was so depressed that he could only kick the iron can under his feet to vent his anger. He had obviously successfully killed himself. He originally thought he could finally be freed, but who knew that he closed his eyes happily, and when he opened them, he was back to when he was five years old. He just closed and opened his eyes but now he had to start his life over again, it was a f*cking thing.
When he woke up, he was taking a nap at his aunt's house after being tired from playing. He didn’t expect that he could be reborn even after taking a nap, which was really rare. At that time, he was driven mad that he almost strangled himself to death, but how could he, who had always been eager to look strong, face-loving, and with extreme inferiority complex, allow himself to die outside like a gray mouse? Even if he wanted to die, he must die in a nice way.
Yang Jiabo looked at the vest with holes on his body in disgust, then at the shorts with ripped corners, and then looked down at the tattered slippers on his feet. He felt extremely disgusted and sad, as if he just realized that his image as a child was even more miserable than he remembered, even though it was beautified, it didn't get much better.
Thinking about it, he angrily kicked the iron can on the ground. He had nowhere to vent his anger. He thought angrily in his heart that after returning home, he must clean himself up and dress up well before he died.
As a veteran suicide who had rich experience in suicide and had studied the "Complete Suicide Manual", "The History of Human Suicide" and other suicide materials, how could he kill himself in the same way? This time he wanted to die in a different way.
Jumping off a building, hanging, etc. Were still not within the scope of consideration, because dying like that was too ugly. The last time he cut his wrists, he didn’t want to repeat it. He tried taking sleeping pills, but the effect was a little slow.
Anyone who accidentally took expired pills, not only they wouldn't die, but their limbs would also become uncoordinated, twitching and unbalanced. After giving an enema, it was best to rest for a while. Don't ask why, it was because he took a bottle of expired sleeping pills, and that was the end result.
Later someone told him a story about committing suicide by taking sleeping pills. Although many of the contents were illogical, he remembered them deeply and never considered suicide using sleeping pills again.
The story was about a man who felt that he couldn't live anymore and decided to commit suicide by taking sleeping pills. So he swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills and was diagnosed dead by the doctor. But in fact, he just entered a state of suspended animation. His consciousness was awake and he could sense everything around him, but he had no way to control his body.
Most people who were given death notices could be either cremated or buried. So the unlucky man was punished and burned alive.
Although this story was full of loopholes and couldn't withstand verification, the focus of Yang Jiabo's memory was on being buried alive or burned to death, and these two ways of death were unacceptable to him. Because he had drowned in water and been burned by fire when he was naughty and mischievous, he still had vivid memories of the pain.
Poisoning by carbon dioxide or other harmful gases was also not considered. Today's homes didn't have such conditions. Drowning was too uncomfortable, so he gave up decisively. As for suicide by crashing himself to a car, if he didn't control it well, he would die ugly. The most unfortunate thing was that he wouldn't die but became disabled.
How to die better? Yang Jiabo looked at the bright and beautiful sky at a 45° angle with melancholy. Choosing a way to die was fucking pain in the ass.
So people on the street saw a dirty little cub, looking cute and pretending to be serious. Although the little face was dirty, the facial features were delicate and cute. If it was washed clean, it would definitely be white and beautiful like a soft bun, probably...
When he raised his head, the world suddenly became wider. The blue sky, white clouds, and scorching sun made the world so beautiful. His mood also brightened with the bright weather, no way...
However, Yang Jiabo, who was full of frustration and needed to vent his anger, discovered something extraordinary - human traffickers who were as tenacious as cockroaches throughout the history of human civilization, and were known by different names such as huazi and kidnappers.
[花子 huā zi: beggar (old term)]
1989, an era when information was still underdeveloped and people were generally simple. Moreover, this was just a small county-level city, and human traffickers were a rare species.
Yang Jiabo had been running around the city by himself since kindergarten, and had never encountered such a thing as a human trafficker. Of course, Yang Jiabo would never admit that his image was too sloppy, and the traffickers probably didn't like him either.
The boy in in the human trafficker arms was cleanly dressed, fair-skinned, and looked like a young master. He seemed a little bit familiar. Yang Jiabo tilted his head and thought seriously, what a good punching bag this was, and he could study such 'rare species' at close range. Thinking about it made him a little excited, and he subsconsiously stopped thinking about committing suicide.
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