A man locked in an iron cage, about to starve to death, woke up. He knew he had committed a crime, which was why he was locked up there, but he couldn't remember what crime he had committed. Across the crossroads, there were two more iron cages; a sign on one cage read '*sex offender,' and a sign on the other read 'murderer.' In the *sex offender's cage lay a curled-up grayish-white skeleton; in the murderer's cage crouched a dying old man.
The man couldn't see the sign on his own cage and didn't know what crime he had committed, so he begged the old man across from him to read the sign. After glancing at the sign and the man, the old man spat in his face with disgust.
A few nuns passed by and prayed for the *sex offender. They brought water and food to the old murderer. But when they saw the crime written on the man's sign, the nuns turned pale and walked away in tears.
A robber rode by and glanced at the *sex offender with no interest. When he saw the old murderer, he split the lock on the cage with an axe and freed the old man. He then came to the man's cage and read his crime. The robber smiled faintly. The man also gave him a faint smile. The robber raised his gun and shot the man in the chest. The man, about to breathe his last, shouted, 'You have to tell me what I did?!' The robber said nothing and rode away. In his final moments, the man asked with a struggle, 'Will I go to hell?' What he heard before dying was the robber's cold laughter.
(This text is dedicated to assassins, Webmasters, and Qian.)
I am guilty.
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