"You are not Fang Cheng. You are Qiao Tianrui, whose life and dreams were ruined by Fang Cheng. He was betrayed by his friends because of Fang Cheng, and finally jumped to his death out of despair."
"You are Li Ling, who has been working hard to pursue her dreams and should have had a wonderful life, but was insulted and tortured by Fang Cheng, and finally, exhausted physically and mentally, she jumped to her death."
"You are Lu Xu, who was in urgent need of money but was manipulated and threatened by Fang Cheng. In a moment of hesitation, you betrayed your friends and embarked on a wrong path."
Fang Cheng listened silently as they explained their crimes. On the surface, he seemed calm, but his heart was actually in a mess.
"Xiao Fangcheng" was still staring at him, constantly revealing the victims one after another, with no intention of stopping.
This was the first time Fang Cheng had a clear understanding of his crimes. He originally thought that he had not tortured many people, but was just using them for his own amusement.
But after hearing all these things, I realized that he had already attacked so many people.
To be precise, he couldn't actually remember who his first victim was or what she looked like, let alone why or when he started to develop this habit.
He vaguely remembered that it seemed to be from childhood... when he saw his parents bringing beautiful women and men home all day long, his desire for sadism began to rise uncontrollably.
After he attacked the first person, it was like he had opened the door to a new world. The feeling of satisfaction made him obsessed, and from then on he couldn't stop. Sometimes he couldn't even control himself.
In fact, it’s not that he doesn’t feel guilty, but in order to enjoy this fascinating pleasure, he subconsciously ignores his crimes.
He would always comfort himself by saying that it was their bad luck and that they were so beautiful. Even if he didn't do it, someone else would have done it.
But today these monsters forced him to face his crimes, and finally brought out his deeply hidden guilt.
Fang Cheng lowered his head in silence. Listening to these heinous crimes, he was not only confused, but also trembling all over and breaking out in cold sweat.
But he has been enduring it like this. He kept telling himself in his heart that he just needs to be patient and it will be fine after enduring this period!
But at this moment, various scenes from the past kept flashing through his mind as he was saying the words, and even the feeling of pain could be directly reflected in him.
His whole body was in excruciating pain, and his head felt like it was about to split, making it unbearable for him. In the end, he just squatted down and hugged his head again, his whole body in a defensive position.
He murmured weakly, "Stop it, stop it, stop it!"
This time, the "Little Fangchengs" did not turn a deaf ear as they did before. Instead, they obediently stopped talking and no longer recounted his sins one by one.
Then he changed the subject and said, "This is the pain they have felt. How is it? Can you still bear it?"
"Before you have atonement for your sins, you haven't been yourself. You can be any victim, but you can't be the perpetrator Fang Cheng! You just need to suffer!"
Fang Cheng almost collapsed to the ground in pain, but he still stubbornly said, "No, I am Fang Cheng! I can only be Fang Cheng! I want happiness, I don't want pain!"
"You are not Fang Cheng, you are not Fang Cheng, you are not Fang Cheng!" The monsters in Fang Cheng's eyes began to shout again, as if they wanted to brainwash him in this way.
At the same time, the picture in Fang Cheng's mind became clearer and clearer, and soon became as real as if he were there. Gradually, he began to lose the distinction between illusion and reality, and even began to forget who he was. He was the one who was in the picture.
He kept muttering like a madman, "Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?"
Fang Cheng kept muttering like this for a while. He looked like he was going crazy.
"Ding!" At this moment, the elevator suddenly made a sound, and then slowly stopped.
We've reached the top floor.
The moment the elevator door slowly opened, Fang Cheng suddenly stood up from the ground and rushed towards heaven so quickly that his afterimage could be seen.
He ran to the edge of the fence and stopped panting.
Then he asked himself with a confused look on his face: "Who am I? Who am I? Why... can't I remember?"
He clearly still had his own memories, and that familiar name was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't remember it at all.
He... seemed to have really lost himself in memories that did not belong to him, and gradually began to lose himself.
"Ah!" This strange feeling was about to drive him crazy.
Fang Cheng slowly raised his head and looked forward, his eyes filled with red bloodshot, looking very creepy.
He lay on the edge of the fence and drove down. The height of nearly 100 meters made him feel dizzy, but he suddenly burst into laughter and then climbed up the fence stumblingly.
He stood on the fence and shouted, "God damn it! You lose! Although I don't remember who I am, I always remember... I want to die. Death is the real relief."
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward with all his strength.
He fell rapidly in the air, but the terrifying feeling of weightlessness did not frighten him. Instead, he closed his eyes and laughed crazily, waiting for the excruciating pain when he hit the ground.
Logically speaking, a living person falling from the air should be very fast, but he waited for more than a minute and did not feel the severe pain he imagined.
Unable to suppress his curiosity, he slowly opened his eyes, but the strange scene before him left him at a loss.
The surrounding scene was just like before, slowly cracking open a hole, and then white light came through the gap.
After he saw this magical scene again, his sanity began to slowly return and his memory began to gradually awaken.
A single, glittering tear slowly slipped from the corner of his eye. Was he truly saved this time? Was he truly returning to his own world? Or...was he about to enter a new hell?
Hope and despair filled his heart at the same time. The scale in his heart always remained in the middle, and he didn't know which side it would lean towards in the end.
The new picture slowly devoured the old one, and the surroundings soon changed drastically.
When Fang Cheng came to his senses and looked down again, he was no longer in the air, but on the solid floor. He had landed on the ground without realizing it.
He looked around curiously. It was a large villa and the interior decoration looked very luxurious.
For some reason, he felt vaguely that this villa looked familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember it at all.
He moved his stiff legs and prepared to stand up from the ground, but he suddenly felt a strange feeling in his body.
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