CK, is Shen Ke dead?

Yes, ck. Ceekay C.K. Place of death: Hospital process: Unplug the infusion tube. Cause of death: suicide. At the last desperate moment, C.K. took more than 80 sleeping pills and injected methamphetamine. He repeatedly cut his thigh and wrist with a dagger, and his wrist sawed out deep bones, but his aunt found him around 9: 00 the next morning. He failed to commit suicide and was taken to the hospital by ambulance. The first night after the successful rescue. She chose to commit suicide again. Unplug the infusion tube. C.k. is not dead. Ceekay's death was suspected to be hype. His real name is unknown. He was born in 1987, and his English name is CEE Kay. He is a half-breed from Shaodong, Hunan. On February 13, 2008, he committed suicide by cutting his wrist because of love. I worked as an intern pharmacist in a pharmaceutical company in Nanmen, Changsha. "Because of his parents' frequent absence, Ceekay was withdrawn, and he started taking drugs at the age of 17. Ceekay himself mentioned in some diaries in 2003 that he took methamphetamine and marijuana, and also took Xinshengfukang pills. I checked online and found that Xinsheng Fukang Pill is a drug for drug rehabilitation. " "Ceekay once said in her blog that she was bisexual. She talks about spiritual love with boys, while she is physically entangled with women. She has the habit of self-mutilation. She often cuts herself black and blue with a knife and draws blood with many needles. Every day, someone cries. She is in great mental pain. She once punched five holes in her body, an eyebrow nail, a tongue nail, two lip nails, and a more horrible chest nail! " There is no log in its QQ space except a photo (yellow diamond level 7). It is unclear whether Ceekay deleted the blog in the space himself, or what his friends did, and who renewed the fee for the space yellow diamond. [Anyone who wants to know about CKQQ can leave a message below] C.K. Ceekay is not dead. Now many people think that Ceekay is dead. Legend has it that she is dead. Is she really dead? Who has proof? With those so-called photos? Do you really believe those words claiming to be her friends? Why don't you think, if she is really dead, why are there no photos on her funeral tombstone? But they are all so-called life photos. Don't you think it's suspicious that the truth has surfaced? A friend of mine is from Changsha, Hunan. He also likes Ceekay very much. In order to prove whether this is a scam or not, he personally went to the company where Ceekay worked, that is, the pharmaceutical company in the south gate of Changsha. Read Ceekay's file. It was confirmed above that Ceekay did swallow diazepam, and his pulse was cut in February this year due to emotional instability, but he was rescued after being taken to the hospital. It's not like what the outside world says, the blood vessels are pulled out after waking up. It was at this time that her mother came to see her and took her abroad for recuperation. My friend wanted to use this file as evidence, but her company refused. Said it was Ceekay's personal privacy. As to which country Ceekay went, they also kept silent. Now it's all out. The news about her death on the Internet was completely fabricated by Ceekay and her friends. The purpose is to copy, in order to improve visibility. Then at some point, Ceekay will come forward and explain to us that she didn't spread the news about her death. She knows nothing about it herself. In this way, she not only got rid of the stigma of a liar, but also got our understanding and love. Kill two birds with one stone. Seeing this, some people may say: Ceekay is a low-key person, and she will cheat everyone for this? If you think so, you are wrong. Who doesn't want to be famous and popular? Who can have no vanity? Where did Sister Furong and Muzimei come from? Without these false news, Ceekay would never be so popular. First, because she takes drugs, her image is very problematic; Second, she is just an online singer, and it is difficult to get attention. The news of her death attracted our sympathy, and we didn't care about everything before her death. This method is really clever. I have to admire it. I also like Ceekay very much. Even now I know she is cheating us, I still admire her. But I just don't know what people will think. All in all, what I said was from the bottom of my heart and well-founded. Believe it or not. I just wish you would stop reading Ann's books. People are not dead at all, so don't worry about it. As for Ceekay, I will continue to support her, and I hope everyone will love her as always. Because she is really a talented person. As for C.K., her grandfather is Irish, and she is a quarter of Irish descent. To tell the truth, she looks a little scary. Actually, she's cute. Too bad she's dead. She's actually quite talented. Many record companies have looked for her, but I don't know why they didn't know her until she died. She is a pharmacist and a Gothic woman. She has a small face with a pointed chin and a black scorpion tattooed on her left face. I punched five holes at a time, an eyebrow nail, a tongue nail, two lip nails and a horrible chest nail. She said: I will die again and again, proving that life is endless. She has a special voice and writes special lyrics. She, C.K.//Ceekay, has a special name, a special surname and a special death fan. In a word, she is special. Let's remember C.K. and that mysterious woman. C.k.' s last diary is so hurtful. Weird posture froze in the soft chair. Sweating all over. Probably hungry. I stood up in high spirits and went to find some baking soda cookies to eat. My stomach is cramped. Rush into the bathroom and retch. I can't spit anything out. I can only habitually squat down and pick my throat. When I put my finger in, I felt sick. Finally spit it out, and the gastric juice lubricated the esophagus. I just want to get rid of this discomfort. Digging for a minute or two, the fingertips are getting harder and harder. There are blood drops on the white tiles. I don't know if my nails hurt my throat or I have a nosebleed. In short, the throat and nose began to spray blood, mixed with stomach acid and filth. Your face and hands are covered with blood and saliva. I am hysterical. I just want to throw up everything in my stomach, so I will feel better. My eyes are black when I stand up. Stumbling against the wall for a while. I stared vaguely at myself in the bathroom mirror. This scene is repeated almost every year. I'm so tired. What festival is it today? It seems to be New Year's Eve. Fireworks were set off everywhere, and the night outside the window was like day. Ears, but can't hear any sound. The nosebleed is still running. Slip through the corners of your mouth, drop down your chin and drop on your collarbone and chest. Sweet smell of fish. Wash your face with cold water at will. He cocked his neck motionless and finally stopped the nosebleed. Go back to your room. Go online. The dim light of the computer. Look at her signature and make fun of Mr. and Mrs. White. After watching her for a long time, she is still a door. Suddenly I cried. What C.K. said to everyone was taken from C.K. space. I'm not an artist or a public figure, so I don't need to put up with anyone and please anyone, especially just the Internet. Read if you like, and leave if you don't agree. I still habitually delete all those who deliberately criticize me for making trouble on Q, and I still habitually delete all those words that I don't like to hear in this space. Whether you have a personality or not is none of my business. I didn't mess with you. I sleepwalk on my own small website and never bother anyone. Your paws are scratching me. I can kick you out anytime. I'm not bothering you, so please don't bother me. Someone added me to brag about your so-called music, so-called HIPHOP, so-called rock. Sorry, none of the above interests me. Accurately speaking, I don't hate music, but what I hate is mostly these self-righteous rock music and black bubble music. One by one, I fantasize that I have the sharpest insight, the most talent and the most temper in the world. It's just that your talent has not been discovered, and you are full of extreme stupidity. Forget your own vanity and fantasy, and let me agree with you. If I reply to a message slowly, I can make you swear. Doesn't it hurt the liver? So maybe I can't respond to your excitement and enthusiasm, make you feel hurt in self-esteem, make personal attacks on me angrily, or take the initiative to delete me, and publicize to your equally lovely circle of children that ck wants to talk to you today and you ignore her. What a boring person she is. All right, then you stay there. Do you think I am as empty as you? I ran to your site and pulled a bunch of nutritious things, then sneaked back and spoke ill of you to my friends everywhere. Or make up some stories, even better. I have a crush on you and admire you until your behavior is out of control, so you should not be careful to have an affair with me. What are you trying to prove? Prove that you are the embodiment of light and justice. Or prove that you are Godzilla, you are the darkest, sexiest and invincible in the dark world. Transformers, right I really can't learn to take you seriously. In view of the above groups. Love who. And then about this space. For some well-meaning friends, you are always welcome to come here if you like. It may not make you happy, but at least it will give you a moment of peace. I noticed everyone here. Thank you for every little blessing and greeting you left. I sincerely hope that when you leave, you didn't take away the negativity here, and you didn't take away your happiness and enrichment here. I like everyone who can read this small room. Therefore, I am willing to open my door only to these people, so that my good friends can feel the short-term warmth in this illusory darkness. Even if it's only for a second. Then it is very valuable to me. For some friends who are too curious or heroic, I have to explain here that I am really a smart, sensitive and suspicious person. Especially online. I'm definitely not as mysterious as you think, I'm just talking to myself. Simply put, I want to eat lesbians when I leave the computer. So you may sometimes read one of my logs, or see which photo makes you have questions about me, and you will boldly start asking questions. The starting point may be care, pure curiosity, sarcasm, sympathy, whatever it is, but you will find that I am not so friendly to you. Because of simplicity, I hate talking about emotions. Especially since we don't know each other very well. I don't care what you think when you ask questions. In short, your questions will hurt my self-esteem. Then, if there are any problems in the future, those who just want to chat and make friends in adolescence, I suggest not to add me QQ. I'm afraid your impression will be damaged. I'm sorry. I may not be what you think at all. Not so easy to get along with. To be precise, I really belong to the type that hates stars. I don't like you if you put a period. And it seems that all my friends who have known me for a long time know that once I know someone, I will have a bad temper, behave violently and swear. I suggest you don't "know" me. You'll regret it. Please don't keep asking me if I want to stop with the background song. And the names of the first two songs, M and C, I swear by my family, I really don't know what they are called. I will never put anything in this space again. So obviously, all the pictures and words you see here must be my own. Then please don't put my things in your own place again, and then come and tell me that you saw them used in other places because of your guilty conscience and acted like an idiot. This is low-level. Of course, compared with some people who magically think I'm blind and hide in my Q for a long time under my nose, it's really a bit advanced to stuff my latest photos, diaries and other things into my room regularly at the first time. Finally, if it is still useful, I will reprint it here again. Please leave a message if possible. If it is a low-key or shy category, please indicate the author himself when reprinting. I don't mean to respect originality, but at least please respect me. I don't need these things to be seen by many people. The so-called click-through rate is locked. When setting up close friends, friends always ask why. I must crack down on juvenile delinquency.