Who are the people depicted in this piece?
They are police officers, rapist - murderers, disfigured individuals, bandits, cross - dressers, non - mainstream youths, body dismemberers, vagrants, compulsive gamblers, kidney sellers, psychopathic killers, lechers, beggar chieftains, mental patients, those who kneel on the street all day long...
From the perspective of God, these individuals are also our brothers, sisters, parents, spouses, and children.
I will draw them into my embrace, just as a cluster of cacti retracts its buds, and then present the darkness in my hands to the world.
I employ blood - stained language and rusty words, drawing sustenance from the forgotten paving stones that are trodden on daily, to complete this book that will be a best - seller in both hell and heaven.
My exploration of the darkness has never been abandoned. To learn to soar, I have taken the fish as my teacher. When I write, there is no sun above my head, so I sit in the darkness and ignite myself. By the faint light of this humble flame, I venture into the depths of hell. Just as I stated in the preface: What's so remarkable about tasting the apples in heaven? I want to taste the apples in hell. There are black flames in the darkness, and only those with sharp eyes can detect them. Sometimes our eyes can behold the universe, yet fail to see the most wretched world at the bottom of society.
On countless sleepless nights, a giant stands on the street corner, leading a wooden horse, waiting for it to blossom.
When I write, I am God. I absolve all people and all sins.
This article is adapted from real cases, and the names of the places and people involved are all pseudonyms. Ten terrifying and psychopathic homicide cases have occurred right around us. Each one was a strange and major case that was once tightly covered up by the media and hushed up by the government. As a kind reminder, the timid should refrain from reading, minors should not read, and those with heart disease should not read - this is by no means an exaggeration!