The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

Every afternoon, You Lian would come to the ginkgo tree; it seemed she truly considered it her confessional.

[It's a pity there's no priest here, only you sitting under the tree.]

However, the same principle applies here as in the confessional: the priest must never reveal the contents of his confession to anyone.

Even if the other party is involved in murder or other crimes, and is prosecuted and faces imprisonment, it is forbidden to disclose the secrets revealed by the penitent.

[This is something you learned from Hitchcock's films. In "I Confess," even if the priest knows the murderer's crime, he cannot testify in court.]

Of course, despite your confident assertion that you understand the rule, You Lian still doesn't seem to quite believe you.

The only reason she chose to speak the truth here is probably because your fate is in her hands.

Therefore, she felt emboldened.

And you begin to understand her life.

[In your heart, You Lian is a heartless person; no amount of astonishing experiences could be an exaggeration.]

[But even though you were mentally prepared, after hearing her story, a big question mark suddenly appeared in your eyes.]

"I was born into a rural family in a mountain valley. My family was so poor that when I was a child, my sister and I would fight over a pen refill."

"Hmm, and then?"

"My adoptive father raped my sister, and then my sister committed suicide."

I suffered severe post-traumatic stress disorder, which resulted in stress-induced aphonia. I eventually ran away from home, the price being that I could no longer speak.

"oh."

Lu Yuan nodded.

He had heard about this before; he hadn't forgotten that the previous version involved vocal cord damage.

Perhaps there are other tragic stories behind it?

"Then I went to college and earned five million..."

"Wait a minute," Lu Yuan gestured to stop her. "How did you manage to go to university and earn five million?"

Are you kidding me?

Running away from a poor mountain village to attend university can still be understood as self-reliance, diligence, and a love of learning.

And then you casually mention earning five million.

Isn't that a bit too blatant with the idea of ​​not valuing money?

"I've worked as a waiter, a personal shopper, a street promoter, a courier... basically any job that doesn't require any skills."

"I'll give you my head if you can make five million."

"No." You Lian shook her head and wrote on the cardboard: "Not only do I earn little money, but I'm also frequently harassed."

"and then?"

"Then I went to set up a fortune-telling stall on the street."

"Where did you learn that?"

You Lian shook her head.

She said she simply couldn't.

But because she is mute, she has a unique advantage.

Fortune tellers emphasize the five deficiencies and three lacks, and fortune telling for disabled people is like an old Chinese medicine doctor with a long beard.

They naturally possess a trustworthy quality.

She randomly found a street charlatan and learned from him for a while. This street charlatan was a cripple who was already struggling financially and was eager to have an apprentice to provide him with food and other necessities.

"Can fortune tellers earn five million?"

"cannot."

You Lian shook her head and wrote on the cardboard: "But I earned some start-up capital and realized a profound truth: only emotional products are truly premium products. Because fortune-telling fees are based on rewards, even if it's just one dollar, I have to accept it happily. But if I make the client happy, they will give more money as a reward."

"So you only ever say good things?"

"Isn't talking bad things just throwing money away? Besides, my calculations weren't accurate to begin with."

"and then?"

"Then I changed careers because fortune telling was too slow to make money, so I became a fan site manager."

"You're a fan of celebrities?"

"I don't follow celebrities, I just pretend to."

You Lian wrote in her notebook: "Following celebrities is a complete industry chain, and even the most basic autograph signing is very profitable."

But this is very time-consuming, and making money is too slow.

So I spent a lot of money to follow celebrities, going to many concerts and airport events to build up my public image.

Then, whenever a celebrity comes to pick them up at the airport, they will specially sign autographs for everyone.

In fact, I didn't even go to the event; I even forged my own signature.

In order to eliminate my competitors, I would tell those in the online signing group who asked me to sign for them: This is fake, so I only charge half price.

They are still willing to pay for me.

Because most fans ask for an autograph not to keep it, but to show off within their fan community.

Because I'm willing to spend money to create a persona for my idols, my fan circle assumes my signature is genuine.

And everyone who asks me for an autograph will deny that the autograph they have is fake; they will all say that they got the autograph from the event themselves...

After hearing this, Lu Yuan had no other thoughts but to shout: "Holy shit!"

This is indeed a bit beyond his knowledge.

But it sounds pretty impressive.

"I not only do these things, but I also sell cosmetics and counterfeit luxury goods through WeChat..."

You Lianqian's business deal.

In essence, they are not simple, equivalent transactions like buying vegetables at a supermarket.

All of these are mixed with a large amount of other emotional premiums.

Making money is possible, but it all involves deception.

"Isn't your life pretty good?"

Regardless of whether it was true or not, Lu Yuan listened to it as a story for the time being.

If you listen to this story simply from an outsider's perspective...

You Lian is quite inspiring.

Born into poverty, suffered severe psychological trauma, and is unable to speak.

Instead, he got into university, paid off his loans, and made a good living, climbing out of poverty.

Life should get better and better then.

How did they end up in a mental hospital?

"Life is indeed getting better and better, so good that after we were satisfied with our lives, we started to fantasize about getting our illness cured."

You Lian wrote page after page on the cardboard, clearly indicating that she had something she needed to say.

She wrote: "Not only can I not speak, but I also sometimes have stress reactions to men's harassment, which leads me to have many catastrophic ideas."

I would instantly recall my adoptive father's abuse of my sister and my sister's suicide.

Even at times, if someone simply asks for my WeChat on the street, I instinctively feel a chill run down my spine, and a series of subsequent reactions flash through my mind, making me want to immediately grab whatever tool I can use for self-defense.

I told the doctor about my illness and my many experiences. Many elderly bachelors in the village would knock on my window, and while I was working, people would frequently ask me how much I cost per night...

I don't want things to stay like this.

Because after leaving the village, I saw a new world.

I'm trying very, very hard to fit into this new world.

I don't want to hurt others because of stress anymore, and I hope I can be a normal person who can speak properly.

I found a very famous doctor and spent a lot of money to get a consultation.

The doctor reassured me, frankly stating that these were mental illnesses that could be gradually cured.

I believed him and decided that I would do anything, even sell my possessions, to get him cured.

Until one day, I went for treatment at the agreed time and followed the doctor to a new treatment location.

This is a very secluded place, in a small mountain village on the outskirts of the city, next to a sparsely populated town.

The famous doctor said that the scenery here is beautiful and suitable for treatment.

I believe him; after all, he's really famous.

Until he led me to a basement, where a pot-bellied man sat in the middle, speaking in a very boastful manner.

The doctor told me that the man was his friend and simply wanted to observe the treatment process.

I nodded in agreement, thinking that perhaps it was someone who had experienced the same illness as me.

Then, as usual, I took the medicine from the doctor's hand, and I should have drunk it without hesitation.

But after I got it in my hand, I subconsciously smelled it and felt something was wrong.

The color is the same as before, but the taste is different.

Because I once followed a fortune teller who traveled the country and learned some folk remedies, I smelled the aroma of Piper longum. It is an auxiliary ingredient in many folk remedies, which makes people feel hot. You can also see it in stories of the martial arts world, where it is often used as an aphrodisiac and a hallucinogen.

I was in a daze for a moment.

The main reason is that this doctor has such a good reputation.

It would be hard to find a better psychiatrist in this city.

I think it's possible I'm overthinking things because I'm not skilled enough. After all, my traveling master only taught me the basics.

I chose to believe him this once.

But I kept my eyes open.

After I drank the medicine, I held it in my mouth and made an excuse to go to the toilet.

This obviously won't fool them.

When I came back from the restroom, they would give me a second cup.

But I pretended to be sleepy and lay down.

They felt the medication was taking effect.

Then I overheard their conversation.

The portly man was probably a high-ranking leader, and the doctor spoke to him with great respect.

The doctor said, "It's not easy to find a disabled person as beautiful as this."

At that moment, I thought of a very niche and peculiar fetish: "disability fetish".

Some people like disabled people.

And I am a beautiful disabled person.

At that moment, I was instantly stressed; my brain felt like it was swollen with blood, and my body began to tremble uncontrollably.

They thought it was the medication taking effect.

The portly man came up and took out a knife, because fetishism for disability is often accompanied by abuse and violence.

And just as he took off his clothes to cover his vision.

I couldn't hold back any longer, so I grabbed the knife and stabbed him in the back.

I can't quite remember what happened back then.

All I remember is that there was blood all around me, and the doctor frantically ran to the leader to provide emergency care.

I took advantage of the chaos and ran away.

I don't know where I'm going to run to.

There was no one else in the small villa, and the only two waiters were not allowed to appear without orders.

After leaving the mountain villa, I felt like I wanted to find a river.

Because all I could think about was the scene of my sister jumping into the river and committing suicide.

I think jumping into the river and committing suicide is my fate.

Standing on the hillside of the resort, I could see a small river not far away, but I had to pass through a small town.

The sight of me covered in blood might frighten people, but I've lost much of my senses, so I can only try to avoid pedestrians.

Until I met a child on a side road, a child a few years younger than me.

The child walked out of a restaurant through the back door, swinging his arms.

He was hired by the restaurant as a summer dishwasher.

I want to avoid him.

But by sheer coincidence, he turned and glanced at me.

We were both stunned at that moment, if he had immediately shouted for an adult to come.

I'm doomed.

Because my hands were covered in blood, the adults would definitely hold me down and call the police.

I will face legal punishment, not outright death.

I want to find release in death.

But the child turned around and looked at me, and saw the blood on my hands.

I was thinking about his next move.

Until I saw him reach into the crease of his pants that were tucked into his buttocks.

He said to me slowly and deliberately:

Are you playing games too?