A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 250: It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge! This boy must not be allowed to stay! Today I will seek justice that I have long missed!
When a person is extremely angry, the potential that can be unleashed must be enormous.

The power of hatred can bring people huge positive buffs.

For example, if you are asked to go to a factory to screw screws, you will definitely be reluctant to do so, and you will want to die every day when you hear the word "go to work".

However, if you are told when you are screwing in the screws:
"Comrade, you are not screwing in screws for yourself, you are dedicating your youth to the country!"

"Every screw you unscrew from the tank now will be used to bombard the island country in the future!"

"We are going to counterattack the Japanese."

Any Chinese person would be unable to resist the temptation of bringing honor to their family and opening a separate page in the family tree for themselves, right?

If you are screwing screws for your livelihood.

Then you will definitely be listless and yawning all the time. Let alone working overtime, even if the time off work is more than one minute, every second will feel like a year.

But what if I tell you that every screw you unscrew now is preparing the people for the future settlement of Japanese militarism.

In other words, your current job directly affects whether we can defeat the Japanese in the future.

Under the power of hatred.
996? (Work at am, get off work at pm, six working days a week.)
Who are you looking down on?
If you don't let me be 007, then you are a traitor to the Japanese and a traitor to the people!

Perhaps, when I tighten the screws myself, I am indeed being sneaky and trying to fish in troubled waters.

But if you tell me that we are about to blow the clarion call to fight back against imperialism, and the Chinese nation is about to embark on the journey of rejuvenation.
Even though I am doing voluntary labor.

Even though I don't have a day off.

Do you believe that my screws can still produce sparks for you?
This is the power that hatred gives to individuals!
When people are extremely angry, their physical, mental, and mental strength will experience a qualitative leap compared to usual times.

A scholar who is weak and powerless is provoked by a strong butcher. Even if the two of them are standing on the same stage to compete, the scholar still has the capital to fight back.

Normally speaking, when two people fight each other, the butcher's chance of winning should be higher than that of the scholar.

But why could the weak scholar defeat the strong butcher?

The reason is simple.

Because butchers value their lives.

The two people fought in the same place.

A person who is worried and keeps thinking:

"If I beat him to death, wouldn't I have to go to jail again? I've been in jail for ten years and was finally released. I can't be put in jail again."

The other one had the courage to burn his boats and he had never thought about going back alive since he came here today:

"Today, either you die or I live."

"Of the two of us, only one can walk out of this room alive"

One is timid and fearful, neither knowing the reason nor being intimidated.

One, with the belief of revenge for his wife and daughter, and the determination to die.

In other words -

One hesitates, the other fights for his life.

The fighting power that can be unleashed by these two completely different mentalities is naturally incomparable.

Park Junzhi is not a fool. He knows that during the past ten years, Cho Doo-soon has been exercising every day and every night in prison. In terms of personal physical quality, even if he is only in his thirties and less than forty, he still can't compare with Cho Doo-soon, a strong old man in his sixties.
However, he had an advantage, that is, his enemies were in the open while he was in the dark.

He was determined to die and wanted to exchange his life for Cho Doo-soon's.

However, Cho Doo-soon was unaware of his plans and determination.

One o'clock in the morning.

Taking advantage of the heavy rain at night.

Park Jun-ji carried a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night.

He put on a raincoat, disguised himself as a resident downstairs, and knocked on the door of Cho Doo-soon's room.

"Hello, your toilet is leaking and it has flooded our living room. Can you fix it?"

The door opens.

Zhao Douchun was sleepy, and he replied to the man in the raincoat in front of him in confusion:
"Water leak? Our house"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking.

He wasn't given any time to react at all.

Park Jun-ji picked up the sharp knife and slashed Cho Doo-soon's thigh hard.

"Puch-"

With just one knife strike, Cho Doo-soon instantly lost his ability to resist.

Without even waiting for him to figure out what was going on, Park Jun-ji came up and started stabbing him.

A knife.

Another knife.

Another knife.

Park Junzhi stabbed thirty-six times, from the door all the way to the living room.

After being stabbed thirty-six times without any preparation, not to mention Cho Doo-soon, even Tyson would have fallen asleep.

During the past ten years, because he had been taking care of his wife who was pregnant with cancer in the hospital, Park Jun-ji taught himself medical knowledge for a long time and he is very familiar with the structure of the human body.

Those places are the human body's aortas, and one cut will cause death.

Which parts are relatively strong? If you are stabbed, you will not faint immediately, but will only lose the ability to move temporarily.
It was precisely because of his certain medical knowledge that after thirty-six stab wounds, Cho Doo-soon did not die on the spot, but only temporarily lost his ability to move.

Each of these thirty-six stabs was filled with the hatred he had accumulated over the past decade, as well as his determination as a father to avenge his wife and daughter.

But obviously, these thirty-six stabs did not calm Park Junzhi's anger.

That's why he picked up the pliers and pointed them at Cho Doo-soon's teeth.
That's why he picked up the scissors and slowly approached Cho Doo-soon.
That’s why the scene at the end of the previous chapter occurred.

"what!!!!!!"

Accompanied by a cruel roar.

In an instant, Cho Doo-soon, who was tied up, lost consciousness due to the pain and fainted completely.

His wound was gushing blood.

Park Junzhi had a blank expression on his face. He casually threw the thing in his hand out of the window, and it fell heavily on the road beside the street.

Just in time.

In the rain, two hungry wild dogs passed by.

Passing by the end of the alley, a hungry stray dog ​​sniffed something that had fallen on the street, not caring what it was.

Hungry wolfhounds stood at the entrance of the alley in the heavy rain, fighting for food.
inside the house.

"I told you how you treated my daughter ten years ago." Park Junzhi looked at the unconscious Cho Doo-soon in front of him, his eyes flashing with ferocity, "Today, I will treat you the same way you abused my daughter back then."

It's like picking up a dead dog.

Park Jun-ji grabbed Cho Doo-soon's hair and dragged him towards the bathroom.

I went to the kitchen, took out seven or eight bags of salt, and poured them into the water heater.

Wait until the salt and cold water are completely dissolved.
Park Jun-ji picked up the water pipe, turned it on at full power, and frantically flushed Cho Doo-soon's wound.

It was a fresh wound, bleeding profusely
At this time, you use cold water, and cold water dissolved with salt, to rush to his wound.
God knows what this feels like?
Originally, the pain from the wound had reached a threshold, and he fainted because he could not bear the severe pain.

But by rubbing salt into this wound
“Ah!!!! Aa ...

Cho Doo-soon suddenly woke up from his faint.

The salt water penetrated into his skin, washing every wound on his body, especially
Blood was all over the bathroom floor.

At this moment, there was a loud thunder.

"Boom——"

"Boom, boom, boom -"

Cho Doo-soon's terrified roar was almost perfectly covered by the sudden sound of thunder and rain.

No one would have thought that in such a rainy day with thunder and lightning, a house in this city
Such a horrific thing is actually happening?
ten minutes later.

Looking at Cho Doo-soon who was tortured beyond recognition and was already dying.

Park Junzhi's eyes were filled with hatred. He once again raised the sharp knife in his hand and pointed it at his throat:

"eye for eye!"

"I want you to pay for your murder."

The next afternoon, Chenghai Drama Academy.

Even though it's autumn now, for some reason the damn weather is still incredibly hot.

Perhaps it is due to global warming and the sudden rise in temperature. Or perhaps it is due to the hot and dry summer and the lack of rain for a long time, which has caused the high temperature to linger for a long time.

Even though it is autumn now, the temperature is still a terrifying 37 degrees in the hot afternoon.

"I know~"

"I know~"

Inside the classroom.

Jiang Hai was sitting by the window, listening to the chirping of cicadas outside the window out of boredom.

The breeze blew on his face, causing the bangs on his forehead to slightly rise. This breeze on his face was the only comfort he got in this hot summer.

The junior year is not too old, but it is not too small either.

Students who are more open-minded are still as carefree as they were in their freshman and sophomore years. They eat, drink, and have fun, without any worries or distress about their future.

However, all students who have certain plans for their lives have already started preparing in their junior year.

Those who want to take the postgraduate entrance examination have already started practicing English for the entrance examination every day. After all, for a purely liberal arts major like [Chinese Language and Literature], English is a factor that pulls down the score in the entrance examination.

Those who want to take the civil service exam have already bought the "Application Essay" and "Administrative Strategy" materials from tutoring institutions such as Huatu and Offcn, and are practicing questions hard every day.

For Chu Tianjiao, his original intention was to wait until he graduated from his senior year, return to his hometown, and find a job directly in a state-owned enterprise.

But his parents told him that he must not do that.

"Going to university, is this all you want?"

"If I support you to go to college, you will just come home and collect the 4,000 to 5,000 yuan salary every month."

"Then what's the point of you studying in this university?"

"You are a college student, and college students must stand out."

At the strong request of my parents at home.

Chu Tianjiao was asked to grasp it with three hands.

On the one hand, while preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, one must not fall behind in studying.

At the same time, I reviewed "Executive Strategy" and "Argumentation" in preparation for the civil service exam.

Do you think that's the end?

While being asked to prepare for the postgraduate entrance exam and the civil service exam at the same time, Chu Tianjiao was also specifically told by his mother:
"You can't just focus on reading. While you're reading and studying, you also have to pay attention to adding some internship experiences, improving your resume, and paying attention to next year's autumn recruitment."

"You can't hang yourself on two ropes. You have to know how to leave yourself a way out."

Everyone knows the truth.

But Chu Tianjiao didn't understand his parents' suggestion:
"I am just one person, and my energy is limited. How on earth can I do this—"

"I was preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam and the civil service exam at the same time. While I was concentrating on the postgraduate entrance exam and the civil service exam, I even had to take some time out to look for a job."

"Where do I get all this time and energy?"

But in response to Chu Tianjiao's doubts, his parents responded with one sentence, and they made him speechless:

"Other people's children can do it, why can't you?"

"We didn't have the conditions for you at the beginning. If your mother and I had the conditions for you to study, we wouldn't have ended up like this..."

The old story of [crossing mountains and rivers to go to school] is about to be mentioned again.

Chu Tianjiao hung up the phone and stopped his parents from speaking in time:

"I will learn. Is it not okay for me to learn?"

Just like that, Chu Tianjiao, who was still a junior in college, resolutely embarked on the difficult road of preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, taking the civil service examination, and finding a job.

Two-thirty in the afternoon was the time Chu Tianjiao planned to prepare for the civil service exam.

He took out the test paper and started to practice the questions.

On the "Xingce" test paper, there is a question like this:

[When you were 25 years old, you finally wiped out your enemy's entire family. But when you were about to leave, you found a child about four or five years old hiding on the table. The child stared at you with fearful eyes. At this time, a problem arose——]

[Should I kill this child or not? ]

[If you killed him, where is your conscience when you were so cruel to a child who was only four or five years old? ]

[If you don't kill him, this child might become a serious threat to you in the future. After all, your enemies spared your life out of mercy, which allowed you to grow up, and in the end you slaughtered the entire family.]

[If you were at the scene right now, what would you do? (15 points, please answer point by point)]

When Chu Tianjiao saw this question, he was instantly confused:

"Is this a fucking strategy???"

“Isn’t this topic a bit too advanced?”

Chu Tianjiao thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a suitable solution.

He was holding the test paper and asked Jiang Hai for help:
"Brother Hai, how do you think we should solve this problem?"

As we all know, the "Policy" of the civil service examination every year will have some very strange questions, such as "Trolley Dilemma" and "Brain in a Vat". Although others will subconsciously feel puzzled when seeing these questions:
"Can this be considered a civil service exam???"

But for Jiang Hai, he had already gotten used to these strange questions.

In fact, this type of question is a means of training your thinking. It doesn’t matter whether you kill or not, you just need to give appropriate reasons.

"If it were me, I would..." Jiang Hai pondered for a moment and gave his answer directly, "Let the child choose for himself!"

"What do you mean?" Chu Tianjiao asked.

Jiang Hai slapped the test paper in front of Chu Tianjiao and said in a deep voice:

"I will leave a knife and a candy for the child to choose."

If he chooses a knife, it proves that he has a strong desire to kill, and this boy must not be kept.

If he chooses sugar, it proves that he is extremely cunning and must not be kept.

If he chooses all of them, it proves that he is greedy and this child must not be kept.

If he doesn't choose, it proves that he is a traitor. This boy must not be kept.
After hearing Jiang Hai's explanation, Chu Tianjiao felt numb:

"The main one will die no matter what you choose?"

"Then why do you let people choose a market?"

Jiang Hai disagreed with Chu Tianjiao's words:

"Letting him choose is just a formality."

"Since they are already the children of our enemy, there is no need to be merciful."

Touched by Jiang Hai's words, Chu Tianjiao also found his own solution to the problem.

"That makes sense."

It was as if he suddenly understood something.

He picked up a pen and wrote down his own answer on the test paper:

"I always believe that the life and death of a child should be in their own hands, so before I make the final decision, I will ask him a series of questions -"

"Do you miss your parents?"

"think."

"Okay, since you miss your parents so much, I will send you to see them."

"Do you miss your parents?"

"Do not want to."

"Unfilial, I will send you to see them"

"In fact, regarding this difficult question, as early as the Three Kingdoms period, the Martial Saint Guan Yu had already told us the answer: Guan's big sword does not kill the old or the young, but Guan also has a small sword."

Chu Tianjiao wrote three or four hundred big characters on the paper with a flourish of his brush.

Looking at the answer he wrote, he couldn't help but feel proud:
“I’m a fucking genius.”

Some people are answering this ridiculously exaggerated question on the test paper.

But some people are actually facing this test.

Ansan City, Gyeonggi Province.

Looking at Cho Doo-soon's wife, who was huddled in the corner and shivering with her hands and feet tied up.

Park Junzhi, who was already bloodthirsty and covered in blood, suddenly spoke with an uncertain tone:
"To kill, or not to kill?"

“That’s a problem.”

(End of this chapter)