I was jealous of him, and I couldn't even hide it. He could also see my resentment, but I was even more annoyed by his neglect - he was so indifferent to this kind of thing.
In his eyes, I'm a person whose anger doesn't even matter, right?
We have the same appearance and the same family, but Ye Zenan and I are from two different worlds.
We look the same, have the same genes, and have nothing different about us.
Why……
Why!
Is it because of the years he was gone? He returned home with so much money, won everyone's praise and applause, and then naturally skyrocketed, becoming a disgusting success.
But he... is obviously a hypocritical and selfish bastard.
I always remember the look in his eyes on the stage, without any empathy or pity.
It was like looking at a pile of dilapidated garbage in the mud - am I garbage?
I am trash, so what is he?
This is a big joke. I've always been smarter and better than him. In the past, everyone praised my growth and achievements, but he abandoned his parents' expectations and left home without leaving a letter. No trace of him could be found.
Everyone was worried about his situation. No matter how good my grades were, I could only greet their sad faces with a smile. I stayed where I was, following all the correct instructions and trying to fulfill all their wishes. When I called back, I could only hear sighs...
"It would be great if Zenan was still here..."
It's like he's dead.
He deserves to die too.
But now...why?
Why? Obviously I should be the one looking down on him.
At that point, I even naively wanted to question him.
I was so embarrassed that I walked up to him surrounded by everyone. With humility and shame, I asked in a low voice: What did he do?
"Zenan has always been smart, is it any wonder?"
Someone praised.
"This is someone else's trade secret, don't ask anymore."
Someone advised.
He just shook his head again...and again, with the same dirty smile on his face as always, he continued to falsely narrate those "successful" stories, stories full of hypocrisy and arrogance.
Only I...only I know that those are all fake.
No one knows him better than me. We have grown up understanding each other since birth. I saw him put his deskmate's eraser in his lunch box, and I also saw him throw broken pieces of chalk into the teacher's bag. He is a completely hypocritical person who can smile even when facing people he has made embarrassing.
What an irony!
They don't know anything about it! ! !
I even despaired of imagining that everyone in the world was a villain.
money? Just because of this kind of thing... Just because of this kind of thing...
I know he's lying. He has a secret, and his success comes from a shady source. We are twins, we share the same breast, and every thought is involved... I know every expression of his, every lie he tells, and I must see through... all the truth!
Just then, the devil found me and asked me to question him.
Why is he like this?
If there is a god in the world, and God is above, I finally know what his secret is - as expected, he is still a disgusting guy.
I told him I knew his secret and that he had gained more money. Now that I know this, as your brother I will join in, and I say this in the presence of his equally filthy companions.
He wanted to maintain his hypocritical face and was determined to have no reason to refuse. I've said before that I understand the farce of brothers' feud, but he doesn't dare to expose it openly.
Sure enough, after I asked him to give me what I wanted, he agreed smoothly after being stunned. Driven by dirty interests, he finally showed a surprised look in front of me, which finally made me feel superior.
There are conditions for everything. He said he could let me try. This was just as the devil expected - indeed, he really wanted to get rid of me. Sure enough, it was the dirty him who let the beast he had kept out of the cage again. But he didn't know that I had already prepared it - burning that piece of paper would turn all interests into ashes. Even that man's lackey didn't dare to act rashly.
A lighter can actually become a weapon. The devil is indeed a devil, and almost everything cannot escape his imagination. But before I could make the next step to counterattack, an accident happened.
The sudden appearance of the police brought me back to reality from the ocean of imagination.
Temporary delusions are inevitable. I couldn't help but start thinking, could I let Ye Zenan be arrested in public and die in shame and abuse?
This is Ye Zebei's thought. I can make all his evil deeds public to the world, make him ashamed, and make him lose face. And I straightened my back and stood above his pain.
Maybe I even became my old self in that moment.
But... I hate him for being so superior, I hate his numerous evil deeds, and I feel sick when I see the dirty money he earns!
He is obviously such a disgusting thing...how can he be allowed to end in a step-by-step manner so easily?
He doesn't even deserve to go to jail!
As long as he exists in this world for one more minute, I will have no peace.
Ye Zenan cannot exist...but I cannot deny that his name has been implicated in mine. That was the name given by my mother, but it has become a nightmare for me...
I can't hate my mother...but Ye Zenan is still alive in the world!
The new plan starts from there, that is my deployment, which is more detailed and meticulous than his.
I left from there and came to him again. I decided to question him again, acting like a fool and saying I wanted to find out the truth.
He believed it and showed such a hypocritical expression of compassion.
Haha, he thinks I am such a fool, I am not surprised, and he is not surprised either.
Did he think I was short of money and greedy for profit?
Sorry, he was wrong.
No amount of money can make me feel relieved. I want to kill him, I must kill him with my own hands. No matter how many trump cards he has and how much confidence he has, he can't defeat the calculations of me and the devil. It only takes a little medicine to make him lose his ability to defend himself, and then die like he has killed countless others.
There is no doubt that as the man expected, it was Ye Zenan who died.
He himself thought his death was ridiculous, right? Even at the last moment, he wanted to reach out and grab me, but found that he was unable to do anything. The thing that made him really die was the weapon he was preparing to use to kill me.
Who hasn’t watched the news? Now that I know what his hand gestures are, I also know how to reproduce his actions. That beast should have been here a long time ago, and it would naturally become a confirmed murderer.
It's natural for him...
I didn't have time to think about it and watched him fall. I put on his clothes and replaced his with mine. That was the place he chose. He thought he could bury me there... He was indeed despicable, and he saved me the trouble.
It's a pity, it's a pity, all the mechanisms have been exhausted... but it's me who is secretly happy.
He must not have expected such an ending. He is such a pathetic person from beginning to end.
I love remembering his last look. Even though it was a face we shared, I could tell the difference between him and me in the photo at a glance. Maybe at that time he felt resentfully that I should be the one who died?
This almost became my greatest pleasure, for I never tired of speculating on his final, unspoken words. Just like we once made a bet in the shade under the tree at school, guessing when the teacher will get angry next and at which classmate.
However, the story is not over yet.
The previous problems were still unresolved and came to my mind again. At that time, it was just a vague idea, but now, I have to make a final decision.
The agreement between me and the devil was to end everything after killing him, but I had my own ideas.
There is no doubt that I am smarter than Ye Zenan.
He can do it, why can't I do it? He can control it, why can't I control it?
His accomplice is a beast. I can't predict what will happen when he learns the truth, and I can't predict whether he will kill me for revenge and let me be buried with him.
That's a real beast and I've seen him with almost overwhelming power. I can't kill him, but I can trick him!
Just to save my life...yes, just to save my life! Even the devil has no right to accuse me!
I just want to survive! ! !
I want to continue this story, not just to kill him with a borrowed knife... I want to become him!
There is no physical difference between us. I know everything about him and I should enjoy it all!
I can have his life!
Not only can I enjoy accolades, but I can also become the person who controls life and death, control a beast in the shadows, and let him do everything for me that I have not done... This is me.
Yes.
His password is always his mother's birthday, just like mine.
I know him and I know myself.
So now, it's my turn to eliminate dissidents - with the plan and identity I wrote down, with my more than ten years of lurking and calculating, and with the procedures and secrets I left behind.
He was dirtier and more unscrupulous than I thought. But now, he is dead.
He is dead!
I am going crazy in my own records. Those who betrayed deserve to die. They are the filthiest garbage!
No matter whether I have money or not, as long as there is such absolute trust, I have the most powerful weapon in my hand to work for me!
I am Ye Zenan...I am Ye Zenan...I am Ye Zenan...
Ye Zebei was the dirty, ugly, burned corpse.
I am Ye Zenan, I am Ye Zenan...
As long as I have this name and exist as this person in this world, I can do anything. We can even enjoy the same memories, so what's "can't"?
I am... yes, my name is Ye Zenan.
This is my new life.
