I am a "mouse" who wants to die.

These days, I have been anxious about how I should die. My body is extremely uncomfortable, but I didn't go to the hospital because a fortune teller told me in the past few years that I have died this year. There are hundreds of days and nights.

After careful consideration, I still chose to go to the streets to kill people.

In these years, I have been arrogant to human beings, and the food that people exchanged for their blood and sweat has been brought into my black hole. I have more than a dozen villas, and each one has a "small honey". I am afraid of light and I dare not go. On the street, "The mouse is on the street, everyone yells". Now that I finally realize my mistake, let my death come to people to sin! Maybe later the "rat" made a punishment.

An hour and two hours passed, but no one shouted. No one even looked at me. I walked slowly, waiting for the death.

I blocked a young lady who was screaming, I wanted him to yell and let those who "hero save the beauty" kill me. I looked at her waist and said, "I want to be rude!"

The lady not only did not shout, but also reported to me a wink and said: "Look at your head, not a big money is a big official, I am jealous of you."

The sweet words that sounded in the past, today sounds so harsh, I throw her away, hug my head, I think this is what she expected!

I ran far away, and she kept asking "how much is the phone"...

I am coming to an old woman who is facing me. I think she is old and has a lot of social experience. She can recognize that I am a "mouse."

But she passed me calmly. I grabbed her sleeve and said, "Don't you recognize that I am a mouse?"

What is your relationship with "mouse"? There are so many people on the street now! Don't bother me, I have to buy food. Her sleeves glimpse, like a lot of young, like a liberation, flying away.

Quirky! Quirky! Is my understanding wrong, or do they have other expectations?

Suddenly, my eyes are bright, right! The police have guns, like peanuts, as long as they fly over.

I came to a policeman and said, "Comrade police, I am a 'mouse', you killed me with a gun!"

The policeman saw me, and the sound of "啪" was upright. "The Secretary is good!"

"I am not a secretary, I am a mouse."

"You are the Secretary. You also had dinner with our Royal Bureau two years ago."

"Your king is also a mouse."

"How are you mice? You are mice, then we are the sons and grandchildren of the mice. Later, please tell me more in the king's game. My name is 'Upward Official', call 5188."

I walked slowly on the street, and my heart was in a mess. What happened to this society? How do my understandings differ from their expectations?

I sighed in the sky: "Who will kill me, this mouse that wants to die."

Second day: Anonymous