Murder is the best solution

Maybe you are a worker uncle, maybe you are a farmer uncle, maybe you are a prostitute sister, maybe you are a student sister, none of these matters. Suddenly, you are a young writer in New York (more appropriately called a writer). You have published a book and are rushing for the second one. Your wife is a young editor of a magazine. You are in desperate need of a house under the fence. Life is cramped and Ruan Nang is shy. You have searched almost all of New York, and you can only choose one apartment in Brooklyn. Everything is perfect, but you have an old lady who is nearly a hundred years old and the neighbor lives upstairs, and you can't drive her out. The old lady roared on the TV at night until the dawn. During the day, she taught you to take her to the pharmacy, store, bank, and count the pills, coins and grapes one by one. She asks you to repair water pipes, take out the garbage, dig out the drains, and do all kinds of chores. If you don't do it, she immediately hires expensive workers, and you have to pay a few hundred dollars because you are the landlord. She took a group of old ladies upstairs to practice orchestral music on Saturday morning. She summoned you and spied on you, and her parrot attacked you. Her presence made you unable to work. Now that you have a home, you have to go to Starbucks to write a book. And your wife was fired because of her. After you worked so hard on the street to write a book, you kindly helped her beat the mice, and she was able to throw your notebook into the fire, throwing your future, your money, and your hard work into the fire. What's more, even an insidious policeman is here to help this old witch bully you, making people secretly question whether racial discrimination is justified.
The existence of the old witch has turned your life into hell, and all of your hard life is this house. Is there any way to solve it? If she disappeared, wouldn't everything become perfect? She is almost a hundred years old. She doesn't care about her relatives. Her disappearance can solve the troubles of the two young people's lives. There is simply no reason for her not to disappear. The existence of some people is the hell of others, so getting rid of them is simply the most self-evident truth in the world. Murder her, kill her, kill her, get rid of her, like wiping off water stains on a dining table, like fixing a non-lighting light bulb, like throwing away a piece of stinking meat. Everything is so simple, and life will return to peace.
But, goddamn conscience, why did you put out the fire around her at the last minute? Why did you save the unconscious old witch and her parrot that should have been plucked and chopped for soup? Just because of human-specific conscience, because you can't see the moral bottom line of a person dying? You saved lives, but who will save your lives? The old woman is alive. You sold out your property, repaired the house, accepted the slaughter of the real estate agent, packed your things, and started a homeless life with a heart of sentimentality. It's another day of victory. The vicious and rampant old women, the treacherous real estate dealers, and the lowly and domineering black policemen who were rescued by you all celebrated their victory. They really made a fortune on you, and you can only find it in the book. Imagine an ideal home here.
People with conscience, you will eventually end up being swept out and homeless. Why, why can't you be more practical, find a solution to the problem while discovering the problem, and then just do it? Everyone needs to protect their lives, and conscience should be put aside when it is violated. To this day, thousands of people still live lives that cannot be called human beings, and the high wall that prevents them from pursuing the happiness they deserve is called conscience.

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