The best way to protect yourself is to make yourself worse than the bad guys. Every time I fall asleep, I will walk into a movie without a previous synopsis. I can be the terminator or or the rewriter. It seems to be a nightclub. I look at the walls around me. I walk through the corridor. In the center of the house is a pool. There are white smoke and fat men bathing in it. It reminds me that when I was a child in the countryside, I used to take a hot bath for the pig every big day or before the butcher killed the pig years ago. The scalding hot water is poured on the skin, giving off the taste of skin tissue. Then it is shaved to expose the white and tender body, and then it is thrown away from the stomach with a bone picking knife.

       There is a kind of thing called "pig bubble" in the pig's body. I don't know its scientific name. It's white and looks like a balloon. When I was a child, the butcher killed the pig and cleaned the pig bubble. He blew a balloon at the mouth of the pig bubble, but I didn't like playing. I didn't like the smell of shit on the pig.

        I stared at the man in the lower right corner of the pool. He got up, wrapped in a bath towel, and raised his head to face him. What I hate most is the scream, he yelled, the men in the pool looked at me, and several men in black rushed out of several rooms next to me. There is a samurai sword right behind me. It just appears behind me. I pull it out and think of umaserman killing in the big sister's Wine House in Kill Bill. The difference is that the sword I take is not a samurai sword half hidden in my clothes.

        Killing is an artistic act. The water in the pool is dyed red and alternated with the yellow body. It looks like a ink painting. The water is red ink. I guess there will be a car outside that let me escape. The car is an important item in my parallel world, which keeps cycling. Driving to the distance, it's more about escaping and experiencing the feeling of the last maniac.

        I don't know where the car is going. Sometimes it will appear on the path surrounded by mountains and rivers. The trees are towering. The car will turn and turn continuously on the road, or in the fields in the countryside. The car drove for a long time, stopped in front of a house, and I got out of the car and walked into the house.

        There was a gunshot downstairs, and I crept up the stairs with my knife in my hand. At the end of the room was a bedroom, from which the gunshot rang. I went in and saw two bodies. A man and a woman lie naked on the ground. The curtains are pink and white. The whole room is full of pink when the sunlight comes in. It's sexual. Her eyes were still open, her head was askew to one side, and the corners of her mouth were covered with blood. I touched the bullet hole in her breast and above her navel. The blood was still warm.

        Next to the man died, even the genitals were cut off, lying straight beside the bed, two people died in a right angle. The wall above the bed is hung with wedding portraits. The man in the black suit is not the corpse lying on the ground. I closed the woman's eyes, put the bed sheets on the ground on her body, and then left the house. The living room on the first floor was working normally. There were old stage plays on the TV. The rusty fan was squeaking and turning, as if the next second would break and hit the floor. There's still soda in the fridge. I took a bottle and opened the can. I swallowed it with a mouthful, which made me uncomfortable. When I opened the door, I turned around and looked up at the pink bedroom. Then I took out a bucket of gasoline from the trunk, sprinkled it around the house, lit the lighter and threw it into the house.

        Don't look back while driving. I don't know how long the fire has been burning. If I had a vicious dog, maybe I would let him eat the woman's breast and the man's genitals. I can't save that woman. I'm fascinated by the way she died. When the car drove to the exit again, I knew it began to cycle again, but this time I arrived a little earlier.

        I broke into the house before there was a gunshot. I saw a man with a gun shooting at a woman, next to the dead man. I went to another parallel space, they could not feel me, but I could touch the object and temperature of the world. My husband killed his wife and adulterer who betrayed him. I was just wondering if he would regret looking at his wife's body after I was impulsive. Killing my lover and her lover is a perverse idea in my mind. He has helped me finish it.

        My relative forwarded me the news of foreign countries during the period of the virus, and she asked me if I had any thoughts about immigrating abroad. I smiled and smiled. If that goblin like man ever offered me a move, he said that he could let me have a lot of money and sell it with his own photos. My answer is still that I will only be the exploiter in this industrial chain and will not be exploited. I love money, but I will not take my picture to pose my awkward position, and then I will be pleased with some sick people. I laugh and say to him, "maybe I can make your wife into a man * and then sell it to Latin America. She looks good and should be worth 44 bitcoins".

         I've been followed by a skinny little man whose looks disgust me, rough skin and greasy hair, and cheap looking purple shirts. I know that he works in a securities company, and that he likes his nephew best. I know what his nephew looks like. It looks like he's a stalker when he grows up. I don't know that I am the first few women to be followed by him, but I'm certainly not the last one. Parallel world and reality intersect. I've been guessing that I killed the one who infiltrated from reality to parallel world, then picked up the scissors and cut the same short hair, and lived in the intersection of reality and parallel world. I'm not afraid of abnormal men. I bought a knife. On the last night he followed me, I told him it was a bone picking knife. I could chop his bones and boil them into soup for wild dogs in the mountains to drink, and crush the head of his favorite nephew.

         The people around me didn't find out that I was passing through the parallel world. I obeyed the jungle rules of the two worlds. Jungle law is the law of natural selection, survival of the fittest and law of jungle. It includes two basic attributes: natural attribute and social attribute. The nature attribute is influenced by the nature objectively, not by the human nature and social factors. The resources in nature are limited. Only the strong can get the most, which is reflected in the plant kingdom. Social attributes are embodied in the animal kingdom. Man, as a higher animal, can change the natural attribute of the jungle law.