I am a genius, and I cannot prove it, just as I cannot prove that you are fools, so it is a false proposition that I am a genius or you are fools, but I believe that you cannot change a fact that you believe, just like all true knowledge, you cannot accept all believers who accept his baptism, because they also believe.
I feel tired. I have never been so tired as I am now. I am worried about the future. I increasingly feel that there is not enough time. There are many unknown worlds waiting for me to explore. Sometimes I am full of curiosity. I feel that there will be infinite possibilities. There will be countless points on the horizontal axis of time and the vertical axis of the end. They are all my achievements, some big and some small, It never mattered much, but a pair of invisible hands often grabbed my brain and turned my head to the right track. What they often said was: Don't be silly, there is nothing there, you are wasting your time; One day you will regret that it is futile to try harder on the wrong road.
Their hints made me suspicious. Yes, I am a genius, but I am not omniscient. Their hints will accumulate once when I occasionally fail. The more I explore, the more times I accumulate. Finally, like the straw that crushed the camel, I gradually become afraid, full of fear and no longer curious about the world, I will hide on an island, away from them.
I began to learn some special skills, such as using an axe, growing crops, drying salt and building a house with stones. None of them knew that when I was alone. When I learned these special skills, I often imagined that I needed to relieve my loneliness when doing these things, Sometimes I imagine myself lying on the Alsophila spinulosa tree on the island and looking up at the blue sky. The sky is as clean as a wash. I put a big windmill in the northeast corner. At the foot of the windmill, green grass seeds are sprinkled. They grow and germinate, some grow into grass, some grow into trees, and some bloom four petalled flowers. I walk along the small river at my feet and sometimes jump into the water, Sometimes I ride a giraffe and hug its neck to pick red apples. When the wind blows, a large group of rhinoceroses run from the wind. I clap my hands and race with them.
But my mind gradually began to feel uneasy. As the preparation work became more and more sufficient, the anxiety became more and more intense. It was just my fantasy, never verified. If I failed, I would not even have the opportunity to start again this time. If you tell me that tomorrow is the end of the world, I will never be afraid, because it is also the end of anyone. Let's face it calmly together. In this way, I am not different. How can I be such a person? I am a genius, not a social animal that needs companionship. Am I afraid of loneliness? Loneliness? What about death? Am I afraid?
"I'm not afraid." I swore to myself: "Don't be killed by unknown fear first."
"When will we start?"
"Tomorrow, there can be no more delay"
"Are you really not afraid? Are you not afraid anymore?"
"How many times have I said that I am a genius"
"But you are a person first"
"Do you believe I killed you?"
"I'm just reminding you how you can kill yourself"
"Don't force me any more," I said, "I've made up my mind. I can't delay a minute or a second tomorrow."
"Why don't you start now?"
"I have one last thing to prepare"
"You're still afraid. I can't see what's not ready."
"I'm not afraid. I say again, I've never been so sure. Believe me, I've never been so sure."
"Well, let me remind you for the last time..."
It's dawn, in the dark basement, in front of the dark walnut desk
"The autopsy report has come out, so it is ruled out that he could be killed." The coroner pointed. "The murderer is this apple covered with cyanide and bitten."