Wielding the weapons in their hands.

Shouting and rushing all up!

Xia Sibai's heart instantly mentioned his throat!

If he's not mistaken!

When he fell from the third floor just now!

The moment she received him, her hand seemed to hurt!

So many people!

What to do with her!

Xia Si's white eyes were cracked, his eyes were fierce and gloomy, and he crawled forward vigorously.

Damn it!

Damn it!

That pretending to be a coer!

But—

His body was less than three paces away.

The weapon in his hand has not yet been used.

Suddenly—

The group of men in front of them all fell to the ground with a bang!

Hold your stomach, legs, wrists, arms, and all over your body one by one!

Screaming in pain.

And the boy, she still didn't even mess up her hair.

Holding a steel pipe in one hand.

Just against the light, in this dark night, he walked towards him step by step calmly and powerfully.

He was like a messenger coming out of the depths of hell.

Covered in blood.

Every step was like stepping on the tip of his heart.

The Hellbringer bent slightly over him and held out his hand to him, "Follow me." ”

I'll take you home.

......

Xia Sibai has been in the past fifteen years.

No one gave him a good look.

When he was in elementary school, he didn't know what a chicken was.

But the big guys all say that his mother is a chicken.

He's a wild seed.

At that time, he will fight.

But every time, he was beaten down by a group of people.

He came home and his mother asked him what was wrong.

He was silent.

In the evening, Dad lost his gambling and came back to quarrel again.

Dad said everything, and scolded Mom for being a *son, a *goods, and a tattered shoe.

The sound of ping-pong smashing things in the room was accompanied by the mother's screams of pain.

Resounding throughout the night.

He didn't dare to go out, he was cowardly, he held his arm and squatted behind the door of his room all night.

He didn't cry.

At a young age, he was in the violence he was accustomed to day by day.

Gradual numbness.

Until he was in fifth grade—

On that day, Dad lost a lot.

When he came back, he hit him and his mother hard.

He was eating when he was hit in the eye by a fragment of the chopsticks that his father threw out.

The left eye was blind at that time.

The mother carried him and ran down the street that night, looking for the hospital, shouting "Who's going to save my son!"

She was sweating profusely and her face was stained with tears.

He still didn't cry.

That was the last time he felt his mother's arms.

Until the eighth day of his blindness, he was wearing gauze in his left eye.

With his right eye, he saw his mother hang herself at home.

All over his body are his father's forcible j, beatings, abuse, and all kinds of scars.

He crossed his arms and crouched down on the door, through the crack in the door.

With one eye, I saw my mother hanging in the center of the living room.

He's still ...... Didn't cry.

He was numb.

Because mom died.

He couldn't bear this garbage-like family.

He chose to leave.

Mom was gone, and he thought his father would repent a little.

But no.

Not only did they not, but they beat him even harder.

Beat him when he was drunk, beat him when he lost gambling, and beat him when he was happy.

It's like beating him has become a bad taste.

Every time he hits him, he asks, "Are you a robot!?Why don't you cry!Why don't you scream!Damn it!You're a wild seed that your mother made out there!"

He got used to it, and he grew numb.

Until one day-

He saw a movie on the TV at his grandmother's house next door.

It tells about a homicide case of psychological crime.

The grandmother next door felt sorry for him and gave him two zongzi when he left after watching TV.

On that day, it was the Dragon Boat Festival.

Father is in a good mood.

He drank and was drunk.

began to curse and curse all kinds of vicious curses on his dead mother.

Xia Sibai's mind was buzzing.

It's the same movie I watched during the day today.

Until—

The clock of the hour hand strikes at one o'clock in the morning.

This old and remote suburb is in a small dilapidated house.

Died a one-meter-eight adult man.

The man's body was chopped into dozens of pieces.

Cooked.

Abandoned in the backyard of the well.

That year—

Xia Sibai was ten years old.