Chapter 137 chapter 2

"Rebel" is the pseudonym of Eric Harris. Between 10:30 and 11:00 am, everything is ready and the last thing left is to record a final footage. "Right now, we're half an hour away from our little 'Doomsday,'" Dylan Collebold said into the camera, "I just know that I'm going to be in a better place than here." Honestly, I don't want to live in this world. I'll be happier wherever the hell I go than here. So, I'm leaving." Then, Dylan filmed Eric Harris: "First of all, I'm here to apologize to everyone for everything I'm going to do. To the people I love and love me, all I can say is, I really feel I'm so sorry. I think my mom and dad are going to have a hard time believing what's going on right now and are going to be fucking shocked."

Dylan's voiceover: "But we have to." The two took turns leaving messages to their friends.Eric finally said, "Then, goodbye." At 11:10, Eric and Dylan drove to Columbine Middle School respectively.Dylan Colebold drove their black BMW into the 12th grade parking lot on the south side of the building, and Eric Harris parked his small gray Honda Siwick in the 11th grade a little further north. grade car park.Each of the two cars faces the two exits of the school building. Eric and Dylan each carried a huge blue duffel bag and walked towards the student cafeteria. Each bag contained a homemade gas tank bomb weighing about 20 pounds. The detonation time on the timer was set at 11:17 point.Eric and Dylan spent more than a year planning the attack.According to their long-term observation and calculation, around 11:17 am is the peak time for the most students in the cafeteria.The top of the gas tank was covered with some sports clothes, just in case someone looked at it.

Eric's gray Honda had just pulled into the parking lot when Brooke Brown saw him, smoking in the smoking area outside the building's east entrance.After the fourth period, Brook hesitated, wondering if he should pry the afternoon class.According to the school's regulations, students in grade 12 can leave the campus at lunch, while "hair children" in grades 9 to 11 must eat in the school cafeteria. Brooke felt weird, wondering how Eric had pried off two lessons and then came back at noon.Even stranger, why did he park his car in the 11th grade parking lot? Brook strolled towards Eric: "What did you do, buddy? Did you forget that the third class is an exam?"

Brooke didn't think he could read the look on Eric's face, either "Oh, look at my memory!" or "I just forgot, what?" Eric smiled lightly at Brook: "That's not important anymore." Eric stood down and looked directly at Brook, "Brooke, I already like you now. Listen to me, get out of here and go home .” There is a not-so-short allusion hidden in Eric's words. More than a year ago, Brooke had obtained his driver's license, but Eric could not drive yet.At that time, there were not many children in grade 11 who took the school bus to and from school every day. Eric took Brook's car from time to time.Unexpectedly, Brooke is lazy by nature. He got up late several times and missed Eric's class, which made him very angry, and a sudden quarrel broke out between the two friends.One day after school, after a quarrel between the two, Brook left Eric in the school parking lot and walked away.It wasn't long before Eric broke the word that Brooke's car was going to be painted.

One time, when Brook stopped at a red light on the road, Eric was having a snowball fight with his classmates nearby.Eric picked up a large piece of ice and smashed it hard at the windshield of Brook's car.Although the glass did not fall, it shattered into large cobwebs.This incident finally alarmed the parents of both parties. But that's not the climax of the conflict.One day, Dylan Colebold quietly handed Brook a note: "This is Eric's website address, you must take time to check it out tonight," Dylan said, "Don't say I gave it to you. .” Seeing this, Brooke was shocked.In a series of threatening texts full of violence and blood, Brooke read his name:

I firmly believe that when I say something, it must become a reality.I am the law.If you are not convinced, you are dead.If I hate you, or don't like what you make me do, you're dead.If you think I'm wrong, oh fuck, you're dead.Dead people can't argue, whine, nag, complain, whine, brag, make small reports, point fingers, criticize, or even fucking talk.So the only way I can settle my dispute with all these bastards is to kill them all!Oh God, I wish I could kill you people right away.All I have to do is go to the center of some fucking metropolis and wreak havoc with a weapon of brute force, without giving any reason, without any excuses, without regret or shame... I don't care if I'm here My only intention was to kill as many of you bastards as possible, especially people like Brooke Brown.

On another webpage, Eric published Brooke's address and telephone number and other personal information, and listed several Brooke's "crimes".On the next page, Eric offered a reward of several dollars, urging any would-be killer who read this to take Brook's head. Horrified, Brooke's parents printed out Eric's entire web page and handed it to the police.Since then, Brooke and Eric have not spoken to each other for about a year.Until the beginning of this semester, the two took philosophy and writing courses at the same time by accident.After two or three days in the same classroom, after all, he was a child, Brooke took the initiative to "raise an olive branch" to Eric-the two got back together.So Eric says "Brooke, I like you now".

Brooke felt that Eric's tone of voice and expression when he said this were a little weird.Before he could think about it, Eric turned and left.That was the last time Brook saw his friend Eric Harris.