You don't have to be in 19th-century London, you don't have to walk through dark alleys in the dark, and you don't have to be old prostitutes who need to pay protection fees, but you can meet Jack the Ripper. He seduces you with a bunch of sweet and juicy grapes, persuades you to step into his carriage, induces you to drink a glass of narcotic wine, and then, with the knife in his hand, drops six feet of blood from your throat or heart. column. It's scary because you think you're innocent, you think you're just being persecuted by a powerful and paranoid cult like Freemasonry. But if you are like the heroine Mary, you hide when you need to hide and go when you need to go, maybe you can bring the royal descendants to the sea and the spring flowers bloom.
You don't have to live on drugs and opium all day long, you don't have to go all out to sneak into the Infernal Affairs, and you certainly don't have to fall in love with an unfortunate red-haired girl while you're still bereavement, but you may indeed meet Ripper Hand Jack. He challenges your visual senses, challenges your patience, and even challenges your limit on the consumption of flame sugar cube psychedelic absinthe. The final victory does not belong to you, but to the cult that is loyal to the royal family. It's scary because you think you represent justice, and you think it's inhumane for a cult to murder someone with just one person's secret. But if you, like your boss, are not afraid to face a bloody and bleak life, and wear a Masonic ring that has been spurned by others, maybe you can also be promoted and rewarded with self-righteous fairness.
You don't have to be keen on a certain type of movie according to other people's preferences, you don't have to be afraid of bloody horror scenes because you just ate a meal, and of course you don't have to add decadent and blurry descriptions to Uncle Depp in the comments. But you may indeed meet Jack the Ripper. He numbs your ears with sweet words, gougs out your eyes with a smile that is not so innocent, and then reaches out to dig out your burning heart. It's scary because you don't realize you've become a puppet because you think all compromises are for one word. But if you're like Sister Bridget Jones, who dares to be brave, doesn't suppress yourself, and would rather be silly than miserable, maybe you can meet a lover like Mr. Darcy.
There is a ripper in everyone's heart. To get rid of him, just thinking is not enough, and action must be taken.
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