Noise, crying, incoherent roars, the dull smashing sounds of tables and chairs colliding violently, hoarse breaths of excitement, the sharp hissing of stool legs scratching the ground...all converged in the sudden exploding smell of blood, gushing out from the nose and eyes.
Modi is dead.
But after death, he found that he did not lose consciousness. Instead, he slowly floated out of his body... no, his corpse, and floated above the auditorium of the Second Mental Hospital of the Capital.
It took Modi ten seconds to accept the fact that he was dead and had become a ghost. He looked coldly at the body that belonged to him on the ground, his red and white flesh and bloody temples, the mental hospital gown stained with black and red blood, and the ugly, twisted and deformed ankles.
He felt that his death was ugly, but so what, his life was ugly too.
The doctors, nurses and director who were still in the hall had disappeared. The hall was in the midst of a frenzy of mental patients. The front and back doors of the auditorium were locked from the outside. In the chaos, several mental patients collapsed to the ground with blood all over their heads.
The bodies are still increasing.
At this moment, a very loud romantic music suddenly exploded in this riot, which was out of place. Modi raised his cold eyes and found that some patient had stepped on the remote control. The screen in the center of the podium that was broadcasting the news actually changed the channel and jumped to the China Entertainment Channel.
——On TV, there are handsome men and beautiful women, lively and romantic, petals flying in the luxurious and elegant Diamond Rose Hall, and a pair of beautiful women in haute couture dresses are kissing passionately. The scene is so beautiful that it makes people's heart palpitate.
As the camera swept across, Mo Di saw the faces of his familiar "family members", and every member of the Mo family was filled with tears of happiness.
Mo Di suddenly remembered that today was the wedding day of Qin Shengyi, the son of China's richest man, and Mo Liugui, the young film queen and eldest daughter of the Mo family. Because both of them are extremely popular in China, and it is a powerful combination of wealthy families, this wedding has attracted special attention. It can be seen on every entertainment channel.
It was also his birthday.
This date was set quite well. Modi tilted his head and took a look at his ugly and disgusting corpse. His heart, which had long been numb and cold, could not help but be filled with pain and hatred.
A mentally ill patient whose facial features were distorted with excitement ran over and stomped hard on the face of his corpse, removing a piece of the pale skin.
Modi suddenly laughed, unaware of the wisps of black air rising around his soul. Thinking back on his past life, he felt that his life was nothing but a ridiculous tragedy and absurd comedy!
He really didn't understand why the Mo family treated him like this, nor did he understand what he had done wrong. Since childhood, he had been the complete opposite of his sister, a pitiful contrast.
As far as he could remember, he was not liked by anyone in the Mo family. His mother never cared about him, his father never hugged him, his grandfather was never kind to him, and his brothers either ignored him or beat him.
On the contrary, his twin sister, Mo Liugui, was the center of attention and pampered, the little princess of the entire Mo family. No matter how well-behaved and obedient he was, he could never expect to receive such praises. His sister was bored and numb to hearing them.
The hug from his mother, which he could never ask for, would always belong to his sister;
In his memory, his father, who was always serious and even looked disgusted with him, carried his sister on his back, hugged her, put her on his neck, and even took the initiative to kiss her feet, calling her his sweetheart all the time;
And those brothers who either ignored him or despised him, and even beat him up for no reason, loved his sister so much that he was the perfect brother with a sister complex...
Blood-red tears quietly welled up in Mo Di's eyes as he stared at the Mo family members on the screen who looked so happy and behaved so elegantly.
He originally thought that he no longer cared and had no expectations, but now he was dead. While the Mo family was laughing and happy, he died ugly in this dirty and filthy mental hospital. The sadness and bitter hatred still swept over him uncontrollably, impacting his gradually collapsing mind!
Mo Di suddenly turned around and rushed towards the closed door. He wanted to see the romantic scene of the wedding that was known as the wedding of the century that the whole of China was watching, to see his noble and elegant family members, to see those "friends" who betrayed him and forced him into a mental hospital together with his good family, to see how happy they were now!
But he just couldn't get through the wall of the mental hospital.
Modi did not notice that his soul was gradually filled with black air. The black air spread from his heart to his body, limbs, and even his cheeks. But just when the black air was about to condense into substance, a white light suddenly exploded from nowhere and enveloped Modi.
In the center of the white light is a book.
Modi waved his hand and was about to throw the book away, but the book shone brightly and stood in front of him. No matter how he moved, it was right in front of his eyes, forcing him to read its contents.
.....
It was unknown how much time had passed, so long that when Modi came to his senses, he had already left the mental hospital, and as his body was taken to the crematorium, two lines of blood-red tears unconsciously flowed down his face.
It turns out that his life was just a joke arranged by others. It turns out that he, Modi.....is just a cannon fodder in a book - a popular sweet love story of a wealthy family, "Everyone Loves Me Crazy", used to highlight how favored and happy the winner of life is...
That's it.
So he deserved to be unloved, deserved to be hated and rejected, deserved to suffer all this, deserved to be disliked by his family since he was born, deserved to be treated with double standards all the time, deserved to be betrayed by his friends who loved his sister and felt sorry for her, deserved to be forcibly locked up in a mental hospital after he "caused" his sister to fall, deserved to be tortured repeatedly, and finally died from the violence of a mentally ill patient. move!
Mo Di read the book, and from a God's perspective watched his sister being madly loved by people around her since she was born, and having a sweet and pampered life all the way, with no logic involved, just a happy, sweet and satisfying life of being pampered. He also watched him live a short life in which he was despised, hated, ignored and betrayed since he was born.
There was a pool of blood-red tears at Modi's feet. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He reached out and grabbed the book, trying with all his strength to tear up the book that had made his life such a sad joke!
Suddenly a golden light shot out from the book and completely enveloped him.
.....
Beijing, the Third Hospital inpatient department.
In the room that exuded a faint smell of disinfectant, a few bright and clear rays of light passed through the blue curtains and fell on the head of the narrow bed, making the face of the young man on the bed look even paler.
A gust of wind blew by, and the boy's long, thick black eyelashes, each of which was clearly visible, suddenly trembled. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling above his head with a dull and unfocused gaze until his eyes became sore and red, and then he closed his eyes to suppress the physiological tears that were welling up.
Modi clenched his palm tightly with his fingertips, and the pain was clearly transmitted along the nerve layers, but he increased his strength, making the pain clearer and more intense, just like an old smoker who felt comfortable and fascinated when he smoked a good cigarette.
He was reborn...He was actually reborn? ! !
After he was beaten to death by a rioting mental patient and turned into a ghost, he was reborn after he learned from a mysterious force that he was just a cannon fodder in a story about a wealthy man's love affair, used to highlight how favored the female protagonist was.
Mo Di took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the mixed emotions surging in his heart, but it was in vain. The anger, sorrow and hatred in his heart roared like a violent storm, crashing into his brain and chest.
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly sounded, accompanied by impatient footsteps, which hit his ears.
Mo Di's heart skipped a beat and he quickly suppressed the surging emotions in his heart. He opened his eyes and turned his head to see a handsome boy in a Western school uniform rushing in, followed by a boy with a flat head who tried to pull him.
Mo Di looked at the handsome boy who was coming towards him angrily, was slightly stunned, and suddenly a light sneer came out of his heart.
Isn’t this his best friend from high school... Zhu Wen Ze?
——The good brother Zhu Wenzhe, who approached Mo Liugui deliberately because he liked him, endured humiliation and became his brother, but always "inadvertently" distorted his behavior to highlight Mo Liugui when they were outside, and finally strongly agreed with the Mo family to put him in a mental hospital.
Modi lowered his eyes slightly, clenched his fists, and the violent elements in his blood surged uncontrollably.
Unexpectedly, Mo Di was so cold and showed no remorse or shame. Zhu Wenze became even angrier. He took two steps at a time and walked to Mo Di's bedside, asking angrily, "Mo Di, what do you mean? You have no remorse?! You are really the same as what Brother Wu Hang said. I really misjudged you!"
"I'll give you one last chance. Come with me and apologize to Liu Gui right now. She's kind and tolerant, and will definitely forgive you. But you can't bully her and scheme against her just because she's kind and easy to talk to! You can't even try to harm her!"
He plotted against and persecuted Mo Liugui? !
Mo Di found this ridiculous and infuriating. He glanced around inconspicuously and suddenly remembered what happened in his previous life.
It seemed that one time in his senior year of high school, he drank a drink given by Mo Liugui. Within five minutes, his whole body became swollen and he had difficulty breathing. He almost suffocated to death and was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. Before being carried into the ambulance, he asked Mo Liugui if she knew that he was allergic to cocoa.
After all, he was unwilling to believe that his sister, who had always shown that she cared about him very much, was actually just like the rest of the Mo family... and didn't really care about him.
But just this one sentence caused such a huge trouble. Not only did everyone think that he was questioning Mo Liugui and hating Mo Liugui, but Mo Liugui also cried so hard because of sadness and shame that she fainted.
Mo Liugui fainted. He had completely become a sinner who could never be forgiven.
Almost everyone thought that he was not only petty and resentful of Mo Liugui, but also deliberately wanted to discredit Mo Liugui's reputation and stimulate her to make her faint. Some people even thought that he drank the drink on purpose, because he did not die in the end and he also plotted against Mo Liugui - but the conspiracy was later discovered by everyone.
After he was discharged from the hospital, all the anger of the Mo family and the disgust of his peers were directed at him, with sarcasm, accusations, abuse, violence and exclusion... His already difficult life became even more miserable. He couldn't even remember how he got through that month, let alone the college entrance examination that followed.
All kinds of things from his past life resurfaced in his mind, and the dark emotions that Mo Di had suppressed deep in his heart could not help but surge up again. He suppressed them tightly, without showing any emotion on his face. He just opened his eyes weakly and looked at Zhu Wen Ze.
"Wen Ze, what's wrong with you today? What nonsense are you talking about? This is simply an inexplicable slander!"
"I slandered you? How could I slander you?" Zhu Wenze didn't expect Mo Di to quibble, and his anger grew. "When you ask Liu Gui like that, aren't you blaming her and resenting her?! Mo Di, do you want to discredit Liu Gui for not caring about you, or do you want to slander her for deliberately causing your allergy?!"
"I didn't, I didn't think that!"
"You said there is no, then there is no? Come on, we are not fools, don't we know what you are thinking? Liu Gui's kindness was taken for granted, she was so good to you but you bit her hard! Mo Di, you are really vicious!"
"I really didn't!" Modi's eyes turned red and he struggled to get up from the bed.
Zhu Wen Ze didn't believe it at all, staring at Mo Di: "It's no use for you to quibble. Besides, we didn't know you were allergic to cocoa. You knew it yourself, right? You knew you were allergic to cocoa but still drank it. Mo Di, you didn't do it on purpose, did you?"
"I did it on purpose?!"
Mo Di's movement to get up suddenly froze, staring at Zhu Wen Ze in disbelief, his eyes instantly reddened, he took a breath before speaking: "I had a cold those days, plus there wasn't a lot of cocoa in the drink, I didn't taste it and only drank two or three sips. You say I did it on purpose? If I had been in the hospital a little later I would have died, Zhu Wen Ze, you say I did it on purpose?!!!"
"You are fine now, aren't you? You are very healthy. Isn't this a very profitable plan? You are fine, but Liu Gui fainted!"
“Zhu Wenze, you…” Mo Di stared at him with red eyes, his voice trembling, “You are simply confusing right and wrong! Don’t you feel guilty when you say this?!!!”
"I have lost my conscience?!"
Zhu Wenze had never been confronted like this by the usually gentle and "hypocritical" Mo Di. His anger suddenly surged up, and he no longer wanted to endure pretending to be nice to him as usual. He walked up to Mo Di with a cold face and glared at him condescendingly: "Mo Di, you are so shameless. How dare you say that others have no conscience?!!"
"I'm telling you, you don't have to pretend anymore, and you don't have to quibble anymore, no one will believe you! Not only you and Liu Gui's brother, father, mother, and grandfather, but also us classmates, have seen through you. In fact, I have never wanted to say anything to you, after all, I have been friends with you for a few years, but you are hypocritical and pretending on weekdays, and now in order to harm Liu Gui, you are so cruel that you would rather be cruel to yourself than to harm her. You are really cruel and you are not an ordinary person!"
"I'm not just ordinary cruel?"
Mo Di grabbed the bed sheet, almost tearing it to pieces, "Zhu Wen Ze, we have been friends for three years, three years! Don't you really understand me, or have you always thought about me like this?!"
"Of course not always. I only discovered your true face not long ago." Zhu Wenzhe spoke without blushing or breathing heavily. He looked at Mo Di with contempt and reached out to grab Mo Di's arm.
"No matter what, you must go with me today to apologize to Liu Gui! If she forgives you, we will..."
"Just what?!"
Mo Di suddenly opened Zhu Wen Ze's hand, laughed with red eyes, and his face gradually turned cold: "Zhu Wen Ze, I see clearly, you are now trying desperately to put the blame on me! Put the shit pot on me! I don't know what your purpose is, but I tell you, you want to put the blame on me for something I didn't do or think about, no way! I won't go!! "
"I put the blame on you?! Liu Gui fainted and you still said I put the blame on you, Mo Di you are so shameless! It's disgusting! Get up quickly... ah——!!!"
Zhu Wen Ze was hit in the face by a sudden punch from Mo Di. He screamed in pain and was furious. He looked at Mo Di in disbelief and extreme anger, as if he had been greatly humiliated.
"Modi, you dare to hit me?!!!"
The next moment, he raised his fist and hit Modi hard in front of the bed.
"Wen Ze!"
The crew-haired boy next to him was startled and pretended to stop it, but deep down he hated Modi for causing his goddess to faint, so he was just pretending and looked forward to seeing Modi being crippled.
Unfortunately, the next second, the gloating expression froze on his face before he could retract it.
Mo Di broke Zhu Wen Ze's wrist with one hand, causing Zhu Wen Ze's face to twist and grimace in pain. Then he raised his foot and kicked Zhu Wen Ze's knee hard, causing him to kneel on the ground with a thump!
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