There is no doubt that Britney Spears did not escape the clutches.

The black, ugly black man, Bobby, was a miner at the Watgold Mine, fifty kilometres away, who lived alone.

Britney was in a room with no windows and no sunlight, and it was only when Bobby came back that she was released to work in the yard.

Bobby was an alcoholic, and every time he came back in that beat-up black convertible, he was drunk and full of nonsense, often making fun of Britney and beating her all over.

The following year, in the winter of 1960, a thin boy fell to the ground.

"If I'm not mistaken, that little boy is you, Professor Thomson. Professor Wind whispered.

The others let out a shush and looked at Professor Thomson in surprise.

"Yes, you didn't guess wrong. Professor Thomson replied, and he continued.

The stout man did not restrain himself from the birth of the boy, and he complained that Britney had brought bad luck, often beating the child's mother, and when his son tried to protect her, he beat him with him.

In fear, the little boy grew to the age of nine.

His name wasn't Silas at the time, though he couldn't remember the name his parents had given him. His drunken father, a stout dock worker, was annoyed to see the birth of this albinistic son,

One winter evening, Bobby lost a lot of money gambling and entered the house with red eyes and swearing, carrying a bottle of wine that was empty.

"Go, buy me wine!" Bobby yelled, pointing at Britney's nose.

As usual, they had a heated argument, and Thomson stood in the corner shivering.

"No money, no money, what should I do? It's easy to do, I'll sell you, and I can get some money, and it's enough to gamble a few more, haha." Bobby burst out laughing.

Mother hates gambling the most, and her father sold himself to Bailey because of gambling debts, and this man actually said that he would sell himself to pay back.

The mother instantly went crazy, picked up a yellow wine bottle and slammed it on Bobby's head.

Bobby was blindfolded, he didn't expect Britney, who was usually cowardly, to dare to beat himself. A stream of blood ran down his head, down his cheek, and onto the ground.

Bobby was like an enraged lion, punching Britney like a tree stump until she lay motionless on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face. Bobby was still angry, grabbed Britney's body, and threw it out the door.

With a "snap", his mother was thrown into the yard, she lay down permanently, never to make a sound again, and he stood next to his dead mother, feeling an irrepressible sense of guilt rising because he felt that he had not been able to prevent it from happening.

As if a demon was controlling him within him, Thomson slowly walked into the kitchen, and when he came out, he had a sharp cleaver in his hand, and walked up to his father, who was drunk and unconscious, and without saying a word, stabbed him in the back until the room was silent.

"Bobby is also dead. Thomson said, his face calm, as if telling someone else's story.

Thomson glanced at the crowd and exclaimed, "Why did Britney die?

There were whispers from the crowd, and Bai Lotian didn't speak, but he didn't agree with Thomson.

Later, Thomson was sent to an orphanage. There, I endured the white eyes, bullying and insults of others, and even was locked up in a dark room with saliva all over my face. At one point, when he couldn't bear it anymore, memories of fear and hatred came out of the ocean like a sea monster, and fourteen-year-old Thomson snapped the neck of a bully.

Professor Wind sighed slightly.

The child escapes from the orphanage, but discovers that the streets of New York are just as unfriendly. He was forced to live in the dilapidated basement of a factory, and the stench of rotting cabbage, the stench of human urine and feces, and the crawling of rats are forever remembered. His only companions were the tattered magazines and shabby books he had picked up from the garbage heap, which he had read by self-study, killing time, and as time passed, his mind filled with books.

Because of the turf struggle, Thomson was beaten again by the wanderers, covered in blood, and walked to the door of the church, hoping that someone would help him, but he could not find it. In the end, he was too weak to fall there, unconscious.

"Violence, control is the king of this world. If you are cowardly, you will only be crushed to death by others like an ant. Thomson said, continuing his story.

When Thomson awoke, his bed was as soft as a cloud, and the air around him was filled with the sweet scent of candles.

A man in a black robe was staring at him with a gentle smile on his face.

"Don't worry. My name is Jensen, and I was sent from Heaven to save you and the world. ”

"Where am I?" Thomson asked in a low voice.

"The 'Future Alliance', a religion established by the will of God, is the only hope for the future of the earth. ”

Mr. Jensen told him that those who threaten others with force will be reciprocated by force, and will be steadfast. Those who sacrifice for their faith deserve praise and respect.

After Mr. Jensen's death, Thomson became the head of the church, inheriting everything the Future Alliance had to offer, including its ardent supporters and large economic base.

Thomson glanced around, raising the decibel level of his voice, gradually breaking free from the grip of the force that had pulled his thoughts back to the past.

He raised his arms and shouted, "Dear children, tonight, the earth will be reborn, it is the will of God. ”

Everyone cheered, and it lasted for a long time, filling every corner of the vaulted building. Except for three people, who stood there silently, not saying a word.