Ikeda Naoto was pressed on the table and stabbed in with a knife.


    He struggled symbolically at first, but his body destroyed by irregular life and alcohol was unable to resist the three strong bandits.


    After struggling several times, he gave up.


    If life deceives you, lie down and bear it.


    At the moment of giving up, Mr. Ikeda felt relieved.


    To tell the truth, he doesn''t understand why Shigeru Ikeda has to stand up again and again. Obviously, standing up won''t change anything.


    The result is already doomed.


    What a stupid son.


    As I knew, I should teach him a truth: it will be easier to choose to give up. If you want to live an easy life, you should give up often.


    You see, as long as you give up, even death becomes no longer terrible.


    Giving up is a good thing.


    The abandoned Naoto Ikeda began to have hallucinations.


    He saw a Bodhisattva holding a Buddhist staff and wearing a red scarf around his neck.


    ——Are you here to extradite me to bliss? How is it possible that people like me


    The light behind dizang is getting stronger and stronger, gradually swallowing the figure of dizang, leaving only the red scarf and the bell ringing from the shaking of the Zen stick.


    The red scarf also disappeared in the light, only the regular sound of Zen staff, and then the light and shadow turned into a scene of rapid backtracking.


    This is probably the legendary lantern.


    All the pictures seem to be repeating a closed loop that will not end: self indulgence - venting - Reflection and regret - and then self indulgence again.


    Mr. Ikeda looked at the repeated pictures and intuitively and deeply felt how hopeless his life was.


    Yes, he is such a person. He used to be and is now. If there is a future, I''m afraid he will be.


    The rotation of the picture is faster and faster. Perhaps the Bodhisattva who triggered this phenomenon can''t see this meaningless repeated life.


    Like mud, there is no value in life.


    Suddenly, the rotation slowed down to the speed of the standard 24 frame film.


    When Ikeda saw his young self, he was scolded by the workshop director: "what''s the matter with you! waste material! How many times did you make a mistake today? The progress of the whole workshop has been delayed by you! You''ll make everyone get less bonus! "


    Naoto Ikeda suddenly remembered this scene. It was in


    The young Naoto Ikeda in the picture said: "my son made too much trouble last night and didn''t sleep well..."


    "Shut up!" The workshop director scolded, "you are not the first to marry and have children in this workshop! No one else is like you! So, the postwar generation just couldn''t do it. In my year, I still completed the production target of the factory despite the bombing of American planes!


    "Is your son more terrible than B29?"


    Ikeda looked at this scene silently. He remembered that his life did not seem to be a worthless reincarnation all the time.


    He was also young in an era that he had forgotten for a long time.


    It was the child, it was the disaster star that changed everything.


    As he walked on, Ikeda watched him get scolded in class every day. After work, he had to go all out to the supermarket to buy discounted half price bentos - in order to save his son''s milk powder money, the couple''s dinner was half price bentos.


    He saw his son crying like an air raid alarm in the middle of the night. He had to get up against his tired body and help his wife change diapers together.


    He saw that in order to support the family, even his wife had to take the job of pasting packing boxes at home. The small and warm home began to be filled with materials and tools for his wife''s work.


    He saw that the smiles of himself and his wife were replaced by a sad face.


    ——Ah, sure enough, I wish I didn''t get promoted to Ah Mao.


    My life was indeed a mess since the birth of a Mao.


    If you don''t have a Mao, you should live happily now.


    The riding light changed again. He saw a sunny day, a young man riding a bicycle, and his wife wearing a sun hat in the back seat.


    She is more beautiful than a rose.


    Life has not destroyed her skin, not covered her beautiful hands with calluses, and her beautiful nails have not been scarred by the paste of the paste box.


    She put her arms around Akihito Ikeda''s waist and smiled happily.


    Although they are so poor that they can''t even afford to go to the cinema, even if it''s just like this, they can feel the happiness of life by riding their bicycles on the fields.


    Yes, that''s what life is like. That''s what life should be like.


    Looking at the shining days spent with his wife, Ikeda wanted to cry, but found that he had no ability to cry.


    A dying man cannot speak or cry.


    He can only wait quietly for the end of his life.


    It doesn''t matter. Soon the bastard who ruined his life will also be sent by the three bandits.


    He also did a lot of bad things and couldn''t go to the blissful pure land.


    Then father and son will go to hell together.


    Ikeda Naoto is thinking, the walking lantern is fixed on the new picture again.


    It was the delivery room of the hospital. The still beautiful wife was half sitting on the bed. Although she was very weak, she still smiled and looked at the child in her arms.


    He saw his young self squatting by his wife''s bed, holding the baby''s little hand with great joy.


    "He looked at me! He grabbed my hand! " Ikeda shouted happily, "my son''s hands are really strong! It will grow healthily in the future. I have decided that his name is Mao. He should grow as lush as a big tree and have strong vitality as dense weeds. "


    The wife smiled and gently stroked Ikeda''s hair.


    Mr. Ikeda was confused. He couldn''t distinguish between memory and reality.


    Is this... Me?


    Shouldn''t I


    The lantern was over, and the wife appeared in the light of constantly sending images.


    That is not the young and beautiful wife in memory, but the Yellow faced woman who has been robbed of the luster of her skin by reality and can no longer draw beautiful colored nails.


    She looked at Naoto Ikeda and opened her mouth slightly.


    She didn''t make a sound, but Naoto Ikeda heard it.


    "Finally, do you want to choose to continue to escape?"


    Finally, do you still have to choose to surrender?


    Finally, you still don''t want to admit that you are a father?


    Mr. Ikeda suddenly remembered how Mao Ikeda stood up again and again.


    Vitality is like lush weeds.


    Ikeda Naoto suddenly remembered the moment when he saw Mao coming, the feeling that flowed in his heart at that moment.


    It''s the last one anyway.


    Let this mud like, worthless life play its last role.


    Ikeda bit his tongue, and suddenly the salty smell of blood filled his mouth. At the same time, the sharp pain made his gradually sinking brain excited for a short time.


    All hallucinations fade in an instant.


    The glare of the light from the reality makes Mr. Ikeda completely unable to see who is who in front of him.


    He roared, exhausted his last strength, pulled out the scissors tied to his body to fix the turned skin, and tied it to the nearest figure.


    He heard the scream, but he couldn''t tell whose scream it was.


    He grabbed the other figure''s arm and bit it.


    He couldn''t tell whether the blood in his mouth came from a wound on his tongue or an enemy.


    At this time, his vision recovered a little and miraculously saw Ah Mao still lying on the ground.


    Without saying a word, he pulled out something from the wound on his stomach and threw it over to wake his son.


    "Ah Mao! Get up! " He shouted, "run!"


    While shouting, he turned around and jumped at the third bandit that should exist in his memory - only by dragging all three people can he give Ah Mao a chance to escape.


    He didn''t know that at this time, he looked like a supernatural creature, like a zombie running out of Romero''s film.


    Even the well-trained enemy could not help but panic at the shocking scene.


    Therefore, the enemy took out his gun, and in a hurry, he took a powerful pistol without a muffler.


    The first shot missed and hit Ichida''s upper abdomen.


    Ikeda was completely unaffected and continued to rush to the last uninjured enemy.


    "Ah Mao! Run! "


    The gunman fired three pistols in a row, and the last shot finally hit Ikeda Naoto in the head.


    When the bullet came out of the back of the head, it took a large skull and ejected the brain.


    Ikeda stopped his activities and slowly fell to the ground, but his mouth was still wriggling, trying to make the last sound.


    His neck was still turning, turning his face to his son——


    The shooter cursed and replenished the gun again until the clip was empty.


    "Fuck! What ghost? " He looked at Naoto Ikeda, who finally didn''t move, and gasped, "what the fuck is this? Tanima is evil! "


    No one answered.


    Because no one knows.


    At this time, the only one who knew what it was, Shigeru Ikeda, staggered to his feet.


    Shan Mingmin, Zheng Taixian and Fang Zhixi all looked at Ikeda Mao and kept alert for fear that he would suddenly become the same thing.


    Shan Mingmin slowly reached out to the rifle on the table next to him.


    Ikeda Mao looked at the fallen man, then turned around and rushed to the nearest window, breaking out.


    He acted so quickly that he didn''t look like he was seriously injured.