This is the beginning of the story, the beginning of the Sansu. A story between a pimp, a prostitute, and a perverted killer. The pursuit of justice may often stem from an extremely boring, extremely vulgar reason. As the plot progresses, this boring emotion seems to spread. I don’t believe that the perverted killer is a perverted killer’s pimp. The police who tried to track down the killer in order to save the mayor’s failure to escort the mayor are all boring for money and fame. Running snobs, and no one really cares about the life and death of imprisoned prostitutes.
Maybe it was the pimp's sense of justice that gradually emerged, maybe it was because of his concern for prostitutes, or maybe it was just anger that he was being teased, and he began to pursue it alone. And the incompetent police did not let down the audience and friends again, they were still as incompetent. The psychologist who saw through the murderer's heart made the murderer irritated, and the reporter passing by accidentally made the chief of the police station fearful. Justice for vulgar purposes makes people feel hypocritical. As an outsider, I cursed the stupid reporter while cursing the stupid policeman.
What is justice? At this time, I can’t help but have such a question. If an organization that provides justice does not exist for the sake of justice, but only exists for the maintenance of one’s dignity, I think the meaning of such an organization may not be so important anymore. . Everything looks so ridiculous, revealing incomparable sadness. The perverted murderer was released, and was retained by the brain-disabled lady boss Obasan by accident, and then continued to commit the murder, killing the lady boss and the prostitute who had just escaped from the murder house. Perhaps all this is just the arrangement of fate, which makes you suddenly feel powerless at the moment you want to grasp the fate, all your beautiful visions and hopes of life collapse under the hammer of violence.
So we can only control violence with violence. Using a hammer to kill the perverted homicide who used a hammer to kill, while being heartily, faintly felt a kind of irony. As a result, human beings, everyone, are still the same, people are just like bears, no matter what Evil or justice is accompanied by killing. As a result, I think the blood on the ground is the best proof.
Justice is impotence in the face of evil, and the perverted murderer of impotence stands up in front of all the gentlemen. With the hammer in his hand, he solemnly announces: You trash. He was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, but he was able to continue to commit crimes. Maybe he was a coward, using murder to satisfy his own desires, maybe everyone in the film was a coward, using the outburst of anger to satisfy his sense of emptiness.
The point that made me feel extremely ironic reappeared next. When the mayor who was splashed with dung walked out of the Public Security Bureau and saw a bloody pimp in the rain, he was scared, and his entourage was also scared. He could not straighten his chest and face it calmly. He quickly hid in the car and fled quickly. He succumbed to the violence. The politicians who symbolized justice chose to retreat in front of the blood-stained butcher, and still did not disappoint the audience. They were still so polite, as everyone expected.
The prostitute, died at the hands of the perverted killer, the perverted killer, died at the hands of the pimp, and the pimp survived. The police found the body, the case was solved, and the murderer was found. The merit of the righteous party is complete, and the evil party has gone to see Satan. However, perhaps no one really cares about the people who need to be cared about. The disadvantaged groups that need to be cared about are like the world in front of them. A group of people fight and fight for inexplicable purposes, fighting and killing, while the disadvantaged people are walking and trembling in the cracks. To survive, you will have to pay the price of your life if you are not careful, but no one will protect them, or that is, no one will protect their lives. Justice only protects our corpses.
The blood donation spread all over the ground in the dark space, and the lingering life made people feel extremely distressed and fresh.
I can't help asking myself, and I also want to ask others: "What is your reason for living?" It's like the question that a perverted killer asks a prostitute. In fact, I don't have an answer, and I don't need an answer. I just need to live. It's like a perverted killer. He doesn't need an answer, just assault.
The perverted killer raised the hammer high in his hand and said: "Don't worry, no one will care where you have gone, no one will worry." Then, he knocked it down fiercely. Sometimes, you will feel abnormal words that awaken the world very much.
The pimp who killed the perverted murderer stood in front of the bed of the prostitute’s little daughter, and looked out of the muddy window with his head dizzy. Outside the window, it was raining. In this brightly lit metropolis, there are countless nights under the night. The filth and beauty, evil and justice.
Here, what is your reason for living?
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