MTL - Crazy Psychologist-v2 Chapter 744 Don't you pay for jumping off the building?

In a short moment, just a drop of water fell on the stone platform, and a tear fell into the heart.

The man's heart suddenly contracted, like a shrunken orange, and after only tens of thousands of seconds, the heart expanded again. This time he could clearly feel that the expanded heart was isolating all the blood in the whole body. This is the death penalty. It looks like the blood donation is outside the heart, and the heart is empty, neither painful nor happy.

So be it, this is what I want most. It turns out that death is such a great satisfaction, no wonder so many people choose to give up life and continue.

survive? No, I don't want to live, I decide to die, to die.

Standing on the edge of the roof with both feet, the concrete floor is covered with layers of uneven black asphalt. The roof is uneven and not clean. There is a dilapidated old-fashioned washing machine on the opposite side. The man thinks that if the washing machine is bigger, it may be able to serve as a a narrow coffin.

At this time, he was still thinking wildly, and he himself admired it.

Look, I'm a good man, no, I'm a waste, a waste that can't be seen by the simplest deception, but I love her!

The first half of the sole of the foot had already protruded from the ground, and the wind on the roof was as strong as the one seen in the TV series. The man's slightly curly hair was shaking gently in the wind. If the wind was stronger, he thought, maybe there is no need to jump, just put The body is completely relaxed, you only need to completely forget your own existence, and you can enter another dimension like this.

Harm, death is not difficult at all.

The man lifted his foot gently, and carefully moved it out another centimeter. After moving this centimeter, the wind on the roof seemed to be two levels stronger, and the man obviously felt his heart suddenly start beating violently again.

Obviously not afraid at all, obviously not caring at all, just like a single-minded infatuated man, unswervingly wanting to bring a relationship to a successful conclusion. At the moment, he just wants to jump down properly.

Fear? He has nothing to be afraid of.

On the other side, a man with a throbbing chest struggled up seventy steps, past six rows of dusty windows, and checked the ground six times.

The iron door of the roof creaked and was pushed open from the corridor by the man who could barely breathe, and then he held on to the severe pain in his chest—the pain that drained his chest, and walked towards the figure beside the roof step by step.

He walks with a limp, an odd, handicapped gait, past the washing machine, past the **** heaps of cardboard boxes and Styrofoam boxes of all kinds. His eyes didn't leave the man who was about to jump off the building for a second, as if his eyes turned into a rope through his gaze. This rope pulled the man who was about to give up his life at one end, and at the other end led a man whose steps were so ugly that he could hardly move. A man walking normally.

The latter was exactly Mu Chun.

It has been a long time since he felt that someone was about to commit suicide. The last time he felt such severe pain was because Ding Jiajun planned to die in love. Although it had been a year since the incident, every time this feeling appeared, Mu Chun felt as if he had died once, suffering in all kinds of ways.

Such a thing as suicide, as long as he noticed the slightest clue, he would never allow it.

It is impossible for any religious thought to change his obsession, as long as he wants to die, he will never be allowed.

Mu Chun himself didn't know why he was so persistent, or he just hated suicide and people who committed suicide.

It is shameful to hate one's own patients. As a doctor, such an idea is disgraceful, but Mu Chun really hates it. He hates all forms of suicide.

Suddenly, after the heart returned to normal movement, Mu Chun shouted: "Jumping off buildings is prohibited here."

The man staggered and waved his arms, like a bird fluttering in a typhoon, and then in order to maintain his center of gravity, the man backed up unconsciously. Now, he was half a meter away from the boundary between death and existence.

How could there be someone here, maybe a ghost?

I've already jumped off!

"I said, you are really a troublesome person." Mu Chun put his hands on the ground, regardless of the dirt on the ground, and sat on the ground almost exhausted.

The dark clouds were low and the night was not clear. There were no lights on the roof, and the two men were both wearing black tops. Neither of them could see each other clearly.

"What's your situation? Could it be that you came to jump off the building too?" The man who jumped from the building laughed. It's so funny, I didn't expect to jump off a building and hit his shirt.

"You took my place, I come here to practice jumping every day."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Practice jumping off a building? Can this thing be practiced? Can you survive by jumping?" The man replied angrily. A dead woman, but he hasn't realized all this yet, and he is still wondering why he failed to make it.

"Well, it's just practice. Why do you want to practice this? I rented this venue from the property. If you want to jump from here, you can. Give me 500 yuan first."

Under the dim moonlight, Mu Chun stretched out his hand, with the palm facing upwards, as if begging for money.

"What? You are crazy about money." The man shouted.

"You want to die, don't you want to go crazy, and it doesn't matter if you occupy other people's space, or if you really jump from here, I will be scolded to death by the property owner here, and the property owner will lose his job because of laziness at work. The condition of the old man's family is not good. There is an old lady who is paralyzed in bed, and a daughter who suffers from three types of cancer. The monthly treatment fee is more than 30,000 yuan. The old man was hit by a car last month and his knee was broken. By the way , and his wife was sent to the hospital with a cerebral infarction last week, the old man relies on this income, if you just jump off like this, he will be unemployed, and I can't afford it."

"What? There are such miserable people? You are kidding me."

"I'm not kidding you, did you have an iron door when you came up? This is the key," Mu Chun said, taking out a bunch of keys from his pocket and throwing them at the man.

"what is this?"

"Key~www.novelbuddy.com~ If you think I'm talking nonsense, go down and see if there is a lock on the iron door. I forgot to lock the door when I came here yesterday. There is no notice to clean the water tank, forgetting to lock the door should be fine, you see, there is something wrong, there are people like you who come up and want to do bad things on my chassis."

"You're the one who did something bad. I jumped off a building. Why do you do something bad?"

"Five hundred yuan, first give me five hundred yuan to rent the venue." Mu Chun vigorously gestured a five, and then vigorously shook it in the air.

"You are crazy about money."

"Also, you only have five minutes, one hundred for one minute, five hundred for five minutes, overtime fee, three hundred per minute."

"Why don't you rob the bank!"

The man is angry, will he believe this kind of blackmail? Just want to earn five hundred yuan, dreaming? He will not give it.

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