His name is Majira.

This year, he is exactly forty years old. It is said that a man is at his thirty years old and is not confused. He is just about to be forty years old. The head of the family is in a rental house in the suburbs of Longjing. There is a two-story house in his hometown. The house is not big, but it is enough for a family of six to live in.

He has two children, the eldest is a daughter, and is now preparing for the college entrance examination, and the younger is a son. He is currently in junior high school. Both children are very sensible and are top students, but the investment in education is also amazing. Ma Jiliang and his wife have worked diligently for twenty years, hoping that their children can grow up quickly.

He is a truck driver, his salary is not high or low, and he is just right to make a living.

The monthly income is 8,000 yuan, and his wife is a shopping guide for supermarket chain stores, and she earns 4,000 yuan a month. But just a few months ago, the supermarket went bankrupt, so his wife became a business. Only Ma Jira has 8,000 yuan a month for six people in the family. They save money, but after excluding expenses every month, they can only save two or three thousand yuan.

Originally, Majira didn't smoke, and only tasted wine.

When he goes to bed at 11 o'clock in the evening, he has to sleep for eight hours every day. Before going to bed, he must drink a glass of warm milk. When he gets into bed, he can go to bed immediately.

You can sleep until dawn and never leave fatigue or stress until the next day. The doctor said that he was in good health and was normal in all aspects.

My mother has diabetes and my father has Alzheimer's disease, so my family still has not had a good life.

But an accident two days ago brought him to the edge of the cliff of his life.

Two hundred thousand, the whole 200,000, for this family, which is not wealthy, is like a huge rock, pressing on the hearts of every family member, making them breathless.

Perhaps 200,000 is nothing for those white-collar workers with medium and high incomes, but for Ma Jiram, it is a fatal thing, and it is a hundred times more uncomfortable than killing him.

When a man reaches this age, he does not live for himself, just as Ma Jira has five mouths behind him, and he has six.

The operation company learned about this and detained Majira's truck...

Majira is the survival tool that lives on.

Now he is standing on the top of the 18th floor of the Longjing Trade Building. Just like the 18th floor of hell, he feels his life is dark.

Once upon a time, when his eldest daughter was just born, he swore to tell his wife that he would move to Beijing and then take his family to live a good life, buy a courtyard house within the Fourth Ring Road of Beijing, raise his daughter in wealth, and spoil his beloved daughter as a little princess.

But now when you look at it, these are farts.

He was not shaving, and there was a bottle of Erguotou around him, and he had already drunk half of it. Looking at the high-rise buildings around him, Ma Jira felt that he was as small as an ant. The ant on the soles of the human feet. As long as the person on him trampled on him casually, he would be trampled to death, crushed, and turned into dust, as if he had been to this world since the future.

Maybe only the wheel marks he left on the mountain road can prove that he has survived...

"I just want to live, just want to live... Why do you have to force me so much..." He covered his face and cried. Forty-year-old men would hide and cry secretly, and would not let anyone see it. Just like when an old cat knew that his deadline had come, it would go out quietly, and then go to a place where his owner could not find it, and die quietly.

Let the master know that he has just run away, not dead, so that although it is dead, it can live in the master's heart forever.

At this time, the black gas above Majira's head was already so thick that it was scary, like an upside-down pyramid. The majestic black gas filled the sky, and various monsters had risen, and the black gas above Majira's head began to entrench.

The black smoke is like a black dragon, hovering, permeating, accumulating, just waiting for the moment of explosion...

He rubbed his red eyes hard and let out a long sigh, as if he was about to sigh all the joys and sorrows of the world. He picked up his mobile phone and typed at his daughter's WeChat: "Yanyan, Dad loves you... Tell your brother, Dad loves you too... Dad won't go today. You, Mom and Grandpa, have dinner first, don't wait for me, Dad is a coward..."

He stood up and suddenly saw the abyss under his feet. He began to feel fear. He suddenly did not dare to jump down. However, when he thought of the debt of 200,000 yuan and the detained truck, he felt desperate and jumped downstairs...

However, just as he fell, he suddenly found that the space around him was still. A man full of golden color appeared in front of him. He was the Blood Demon. The Blood Demon smiled and said, "What a delicious and sad..."

"Who are you?"

"Who am I? I am the despair in your heart. Once you die, no one will feel pain because of your death. Except for your family, but those who hurt you, those who ruin your family, will continue to rage. Are you willing? Are you willing? Are you really willing to let go?"

"I..." Majira gritted his teeth, and hatred burst out in his eyes. The sorrow that had been suppressed for forty years was suddenly raised in an instant, and a large amount of negative abilities had already soaked his chest.

"I hate, I hate it so much..."

"Yes, hate a little more! Hate a little more, hurry up..." The Blood Demon laughed, and he guided Ma Jira, "Hurry... Hurry, you want to kill someone, you want to take revenge, whatever rules and laws are all farts! You are yours now, and you have to make all those bastards pay the price!"

"Yes, I want to kill them all..." Majira was bleeding and tears, his face full of hatred.

The Blood Demon went around to the other side of him: "Yes! That's right. I crossed all the worlds just to find someone like you who is unwilling to be humiliated. I give you the strength to get what you want!"

Suddenly, a bloody energy had already entangled Majira. Majira felt unprecedented pleasure. It was a husky full of shit. The owner was very doting on it. It kept barking at the pedestrians, but no one dared to stop it.

A little girl passed by and was sobbing that she was barking by the husky, but the dog owner was playing with her cell phone and didn't mind her dog barking at all.

Suddenly, the Husky's eyes turned red and he bit his thigh at the owner's thigh!

The boy wearing wide-brimmed glasses immediately screamed: "Dabao, Dabao, let go!"

"Ao!" Husky's eyes were red, like a beast out of the cage, and began to bite its screaming master in big mouthfuls.

At this moment, the dogs on the whole street raised their heads, their eyes dyed with blood...
Chapter completed!