I curiously asked Teacher Hilton why the other party committed suicide.

And his answer was: "Institutionalization."

When I said this, I felt an inexplicable chill sweeping over me. For a moment, I felt like something was swallowing up my insides.

I...will die...[The handwriting is completely distorted].]

In front of the desk, a desk lamp stood quietly, its light projected on the table, illuminating the people and objects on the table.

A maniacal figure was hurriedly grabbing the pen in his hand. He was frantically recording something in his notebook, as if the end of the world was about to happen at this moment, so he had to write down everything quickly.

The figure moves wildly, like a cursed monster, constantly turning pages and drawing horizontal lines, as if trying to stuff all his thoughts into this small notebook.

His handwriting was extremely messy and intertwined, as if it were the devil's runes, carrying mysterious power. He was immersed in the world of writing, as if nothing had anything to do with him, and he was just a body swallowed by pen and paper.

Around the figure, the air became tense, and a strange aura filled the surroundings. He looked like he was completely possessed. He looked blankly at the notes in his hand, and the hand holding the pen was already writing randomly.

It was as if he was swallowed up by the words in the notebook and became a part of them.

The figure seems to have fallen into some kind of crazy state, dominated by the information in the notebook.

Click——

The pen in the figure's hand was actually broken, and the bright red blood mixed with the black ink stained the white world of the paper.

"I...will...die..."

Rockefeller repeated this sentence with dull eyes, his expression looked as dull as a doll, and he seemed to have no feeling at all about the wound on his right hand.

While repeating "I will die", he silently opened the drawer on the desk next to him.

There is a revolver with a very eye-catching appearance inside the drawer. Next to the pistol, there are six bullets. The metal shells of the bullets are shining, giving people a powerful visual effect.

Rockefeller's hand had already picked up the revolver, and his bloody right hand picked up the revolver. Then he shook it, and the revolver's magazine slipped out, while his left hand was already holding the bullet.

"Click"

He pressed lightly, and the bullet was fed into the cylinder of the revolver, and then bullets were fed into the cylinder one by one.

"Pa Teng——"

The magazine is closed.

"I will die..."

Rockefeller opened his mouth with a dull expression. The muzzle of the silver revolver was already pointed at his mouth. The index finger of his right hand was stroking the cold trigger. The index finger of his right hand began to exert force slowly.

The next moment.

"Gu Gu Gu——"

The joyful cry of doves rang out, and the cry was like the bells of a bell tower, awakening Rockefeller from his daze. His dull and numb eyes suddenly became clear after hearing the cry of doves.

"vomit--"

After regaining consciousness, Rockefeller could feel the foreign object in his mouth. He threw the revolver in his hand to the ground in a panic, and then stretched out his hands to cover his throat in fear.

"What was I doing just now..."

Rockefeller recalled what happened just now with a look of disbelief on his face.

I would be crazy, if it weren't for that pigeon's cry just now.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Thinking of this, Rockefeller suddenly raised his head and looked at the casement window ahead.

The window sash gently flips outwards, and the breeze gradually penetrates into the room, blowing the gauze curtains, bringing a breath of fresh air. The starry sky outside the window twinkles in front of the eyes, making people feel a sense of tranquility and calmness.

An extremely beautiful dove is standing on the window frame. His body looks so holy under the moonlight. His ruby-like eyes are looking at him with a very human look, as if

Are you looking at... a fool?

"Gu Gu Gu——"

The beautiful pigeon suddenly screamed excitedly and flew towards Rockefeller's position.

Rockefeller swallowed his throat nervously. At this moment, he was like an infatuated man who saw his goddess coming towards him, looking at a loss.

Just when Rockefeller thought the holy dove was about to land on him, he bypassed him and landed behind him.

"Have you gained weight again recently? Why do you feel so heavy?"

A voice full of disgust sounded from behind him.

Rockefeller turned around with a horrified look on his face. Behind him, a handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes appeared at some point.

The young man with blond hair and golden eyes is sitting on a comfortable chair, holding a notebook in his left hand, and is immersed in it with his head slightly lowered. His right hand is holding a cup of steaming coffee, with wisps of white smoke steaming above the mouth of the cup, and the outer wall of the cup is attached

There are tiny droplets of water on it, making people feel that this cup of coffee is in a freshly brewed state.

The holy dove was standing on the right shoulder of the blond young man. Faced with the other's disgust, the dove rubbed the young man's windbreaker with a flattering expression.

"Gu Gu Gu——"

"Don't bully those [Gem Pigeons], I will need them again in a few days."

"Gu Gu Gu——"

"Don't worry, they are temporary workers and you are irreplaceable."

"Gu Gu Gu——"

"Ah, yes, yes, you are the most powerful group of pigeons. I am only using them now, and they will leave after a while."

Rockefeller looked at the people who were communicating with each other in bewilderment. For some reason, he felt that the tone of the blond young man in front of him was somewhat similar to that of the Neptunes who dealt with female friends in school. Moreover, did he meet him somewhere?

Get past the other party.

As if aware of his gaze, the blond young man raised his flawless face.

Rockefeller, who was stared at by the golden eyes of the blond young man, suddenly felt a little uneasy. Just when he was at a loss, the blond young man raised the notebook in his hand and said with a smile to him:

"Respectable people should stop keeping diaries from now on."

"ah?"
Chapter completed!