Resist the world, but I spread the curse

"Lin Ling..." Dean Jia stared at the disconnected "∞" symbol and suddenly felt a little funny. He thought that this was probably one of the few places where the other party could show some childishness. His creativity only stopped here.

A person who is born with a cold temperament and stranded desires does not have rich emotions and has not experienced the outside world. Naturally, he will not be very creative.

He believed that this was the origin of Lin Ling's name, which was derived from the two "0"s formed from the broken symbols.

However, this name does make people feel a little familiar and nostalgic.

Lin Ling seemed to be very satisfied with his name, although this might have been an act. He looked at Dean Jia with his cold smiling eyes and suddenly said: "Are you finally going to let me go?"

Dean Jia's shoulders trembled very obviously, his expression was stiff, and he stared at the other party in a daze. He didn't understand that his thoughts that he had not disclosed to anyone in the hospital were suddenly guessed by the other party, and it seemed that Lin Ling had already He had noticed his inner thoughts before, and this made him feel cold in his heart again.

He doesn't know what kind of monsters his connivance has created for this world...and why does the world allow such abnormal people to be born?
Although Dean Jia was in shock and did not utter a word, Lin Ling calmly answered the questions that were constantly thinking in Dean Jia's heart.

"When I first came here, I heard you calling a name. It seemed to be 'Mingming' or 'Minmin'. In short, it was a compound name. I thought that since you took me in at that time, you took me in. As a substitute for your son, you should be happy if I choose a similar name." Lin Ling's reply made Dean Jia feel a sudden chill in his heart, running straight into his mind, making him feel the temperature around him drop. At freezing point, the colors of the world turn into low, cold tones.

Dean Jia never imagined that when he first met Lin Ling, that delirious child who looked like a mechanical puppet actually remembered everything. The reason why he chose the name "Lin Ling" was not actually his wishful thinking about his creativity. No, the other party actually doesn't care what his name is.

That kid had been a monster from the moment he first appeared, and had only continued to improve over the years, becoming an even scarier monster that he simply couldn't understand.

Lin Ling did not shy away from the other party's astonished pupils, staring back with abyss-like eyes, "I saw that you were struggling in your heart at that time and made a choice. You wanted to raise me, and I looked forward to your way of raising me, so I'm sorry for what you said. You've always been submissive, and I'm curious how long you can hold on to this idea."

He walked behind Dean Jia, but Dean Jia felt that he could not move. When those white hands gently placed on his shoulders, the fear rooted deep in his genes was shaking crazily, like a heavy burden. On the body, even the soul is about to be extinguished like an oppressed flame.

Lin Ling's voice sounded softly in his ears, "It turns out that some people attach great importance to family affection that is unimaginable. Even if I never responded to your expectations, you did a good job of constructing a relationship between me and you in your imagination. A deep bond, that’s good, Grandpa Dean, you make my life very fulfilling.”

"You are finally willing to let go." Lin Ling stroked Dean Jia's hair gently, like a sensible junior combing the old man's messy hair. "It's just that you haven't gotten over the past. You still have the delusion that I can be with you." Your dead son is equated, but in fact there are no identical people in the world. I cannot satisfy your vanity.

How interesting that a master who is good at treating mental and psychological problems can't resolve any of his depression. He has been escaping and is escaping now. He still thinks that he has recognized the reality. "

……

Dean Jia left Lin Ling's ward in despair. Lin Ling smiled and said goodbye to him behind him, and praised him as a good listener.

Lin Ling heard the sound of the door lock, and sat down facing the wall with a calm expression, looking at the white wall in front of her, motionless.

A picture appeared in front of him, like a movie projected on a screen, projecting the past of many people.

The people inside looked different from him, but he felt that those were his memories.He was once a king of a certain country in history who loved his people like a son but ended up escaping into Buddhism...

He was once a lonely beggar who went around begging for food and died tragically on the street...

I was once a carefree fat pig waiting to be slaughtered in the pig pen...

They were once sand dunes that took tens of millions of years to weather and disappear...

He was once anyone, and everyone's experiences may have overlapped, but he became a different person through different choices in each period of life.

The end of life is death, but Lin Ling doesn't think that is his end.

People often say that the laws of nature are clear and retribution is not good, and people are in a cycle of reincarnation, but he found that he had never made the same choice every time he came back to life, and it seemed that he had jumped out of reincarnation.

He has been making choices all his life in every life, but now he doesn't want to choose, he wants to watch others choose.

There is no purpose, just curiosity.

hum...

His thoughts seemed to be connected to something unknown. He looked up and saw a desolate forest in front of him. A wooden house was quietly built between the cold pool and the woods. The door of the wooden house was open and dark. Various sounds came from the hollow interior, welcoming his arrival.

To be precise, it seems to be celebrating his return?

Lin Ling looked back behind him. The cell door of the mental hospital was closed tightly, standing alone on the mountain path where the fog was getting thicker.

"It seems a little bad to leave like this. Leave some things behind. Everyone will miss me." Lin Ling thought to himself. He turned his back to the cabin in the forest, and the surrounding scenery changed back to its original state, and he returned to himself. The room where I am located.

Finding paper and pen, Lin Ling wrote a long farewell letter with pen and ink, expressing his thoughts to all the people he knew in the mental hospital in his memory. Each sentence was carefully designed and rich in vocabulary. In his opinion, Come, this is a letter written with true feelings after careful consideration. Maybe some of them will feel sad for his passing.

After writing the letter, Lin Ling walked into the forest cabin that he imagined in his mind without looking back, and suddenly disappeared from the room's monitor.

……

Lin Ling entered the wooden house and looked at the mountains of debris in the wooden house. He put his hands on his hips and looked as energetic as a novice housewife. He tugged his wrist and murmured to himself: "Well, I have to take care of it." After all, there are so many things, so we should open a store.”