Enacyrin quickly got his hands on the memoir, and as soon as he picked it up, he realized that the memoir was on his own, and any attempt to throw it away was a failure.

However, Ernacillin opened it without care, but the expected scene switch did not appear, only the text kept appearing on the memoir, as if there was an invisible hand holding a pen and writing.

"People have always hated demons because they don't need cannibalism to sustain their lives, but they like cannibalism and are keen on cannibalism.

Unfortunately, Joel is a demon, a high-level demon.

But Joel doesn't feel unlucky, he, yes, that's right, for high-level demons, we should be called 'he', that's the least politeness, remember that, is watching the psychic of memories.

He felt that it was an honor to be a demon who could eat people and vent his emotions at will. He has a special ability to peel off the skin of the person he has killed and put it on, and he can become that person and have all the memories of that person.

This ability gives him more shortcuts to cannibalism, which he indulges in, often abusing his abilities.

About seven or eight years ago, he discovered a child who had a strange scent that only demons could smell, like the smell of the most delicious food in the world.

Joel certainly wouldn't let the child go, he didn't hesitate to attack the child, he had a hobby of torturing his prey until he was exhausted before eating.

It's just that this time Joel perfectly missed out on this delicious prey because of this hobby.

Because at the time of the attack, a drop of the child's blood splashed on the lips of the (here the characters are confused) who happened to be passing by.

He had no interest in eating humans, and he had always found the act of eating humans disgusting.

But for some reason, (Confusion) licks the drop of blood off his lips, and then (Confusion) feels like entering a new world, and that blood is ten thousand times more delicious than anything (Confusion) has ever eaten.

So (character confusion) took the child away and imprisoned, completely ignoring Joel, who was trembling on his knees. ”

“......”

Enacyrin read this, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, he was really tired this time, this memoir is very chaotic, and the reading experience is as bad as the canned expired herring sold at the Ryant grocery store across the street.

Anacyillin then reads down:

About half a year later, just when Joel thought it would never be possible to find such a delicious snack again, he saw the kid again!

It was a miracle!, he thought, but Joel didn't dare to act now, he found that the child had been protected by the Psionic Society.

It seems that it has to be abandoned. Joel thought so, but his actions showed that he had no intention of giving up.

Joel travels to another city and kills an old friend of the child's father, named Crean, thus taking his place and setting up a breakfast stall in the child's city.

He would go there every day and set up a stall for seven or eight years. Joel could see the kid every day, and the kid who didn't know anything just regarded him as his father's friend and affectionately called him Uncle Crean.

Only Joel knew how uncomfortable it was to watch a delicious snack sway around in front of her every day, like throwing a thirsty man into the desert and leaving him looking at the water but not drinking.

As the child grew older, from being powerless to being a psychic who could threaten him, Joel began to get anxious, he couldn't spend more than a decade without receiving any goods, so a plan appeared in his mind.

It stands to reason that even if it is an ingredient, it should be a little emotional after more than ten years of raising, not to mention that Joel has completely replaced Crean as a person.

But it's a pity that Joel is so cold-blooded, he has lived for hundreds of years, and there are countless people who have been substituted, so how can he care about the children and his parents who have watched him for more than ten years?

So, on a night when everyone is captivated by the loud noise, Joel kills the child's parents and the neighbors of the entire street.

He eats half and burns half of it, and he also piles the ashes at the door very thoughtfully, as long as someone opens the door, the ashes will be scattered everywhere.

Joel looked at his arrangement with satisfaction, imagining the child's expression when he returned, as he walked leisurely down the street.

But fate is always dramatic, and just as he is halfway down the street, he meets the children who are coming home.

Joel could clearly smell the strong smell of blood and sea water on the child's body, and he even felt the breath that made him want to tremble and kneel, which belonged to the (character confusion) aura.

He panicked, but his abilities brought him into the role of Crean, who smiled heartily and said kind words to the child, and then quickly left on the grounds that he had something to do.

Now do you understand what happened? Actually, after all, you killed the neighbors of the whole street, didn't you?

Don't deny it, ah no, you don't want to deny it at all. You're living in uneasiness, you're scared you're going to be lonely, but the truth is, you're going to be more and more lonely!

There's only so much a creature can get! You get too much! So you have to go through the process of gaining and then losing!

The memoir is written at a slower to faster pace, and the more distorted the writing becomes, like a man full of jealousy writing something, who can remain calm at first, but the more he writes, the more jealous he writes, and the more distorted the words become, until at the end of the day, Enacillicline can barely tell what he is writing.

Syllable.

Eneracillin closed the memoir and rubbed his brow with his eyes closed, he was tired now.

"Enacylin?" Leloya frowned worriedly, "Are you alright? It won't ...... You've got all the details, right?"

"No, it's not. Ernacillin shook his head, took the water in front of him and drank it before he came to his senses, and said, "It's purely because its words and writing are too ...... Individuality. ”

“...... Wouldn't it be good if you just said that it was ugly and the writing was bad?" Leloya, who knew her friend very well, pursed her lips, never believing the "personality" in Enasilin's mouth, which was no different from the meaning of ugly.

Ernacillin ignored him, and simply retold what the memoir said, in fact, he was in a very bad mood now, he really didn't expect that the uncle he had called for so many years was actually the culprit who caused him to be imprisoned by that guy as a reserve food.