Headache, as if someone was holding his head with an iron head. He only vaguely remembered that it was about his fifth birthday. His mother looked condescendingly at him who was thrown out of the door, and her bewitching face was full of happiness.

"You're finally five years old Jack," the woman twisted her waist and kicked him out the door, watching him fall in the pouring rain. You should learn to stand on your own feet, and may God grant you peace. ”

The woman drew a cross on her chest, and closed the door with a "bang", so that no matter how much he shouted, he would not open the door.

Little Jack didn't understand why this was happening, why did he have to kick him out today, even though his mother had put her arms around him to sleep yesterday?

"Mommy, Mommy, did I do something wrong? Jack will change, Jack will be the best child! Mommy, let me go home?"

He banged on the door vigorously, but "suddenly" his mother, who was cold and hard like a stone, did not respond. After being washed by the rain for a while, and knowing that he had been completely abandoned by his mother, he dragged his young body and hid next to a garbage can, although he was still in a troubled mood, but the sound of the rain was like a first-class hypnotic music that made him fall asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up again, my head hurt like this.

I think it's a cold

As he thought this, the tip of his nose began to sour a little - if he had put it aside, his mother would probably have given him a bowl of hot water and covered him in the quilt......

Why did his mother not want him anymore......

Mother is so good, there must be a hardship.

The little man muttered over and over again in his heart, as if he could add something to this.

Then he walked to the church.

They should take him in, he can do laundry, he can cook, he is very well-behaved, not only does he not need to be carefully taken care of by others, but he can even help take care of other children who need care.

He is so obedient and well-behaved, he will be taken in by priests and nuns...... Right?

Pursing his lips, he looked at the still lit church, his eyes filled with hope.

But he never imagined that this would be the case. Ran out of the church. He couldn't keep his nose and wanted to cry again. He just wanted a place to live, so why did the priest and the gentle and friendly nun who should have been full of love seem to have changed after hearing his request to live in the church?

He really won't cause trouble to people, he obviously won't let them bother to take care of it. Why is it so hard to just find a place to live?

"Obviously I didn't do anything wrong, why don't people even want to give me a little accommodation......

Jack wanders the streets alone, thinking that the life of a homeless man is nothing more than a fixed place, and that people should be friendly and friendly to each other. But real life hit him a huge blow. He fought with the adult wanderers for the food and water that the adults needed. In order to win the so-called respect, there is a relatively quiet living atmosphere, and those wandering children and children with families fight.

He still didn't understand why people were so full of malice between people, but he had understood that if he didn't want to lose sight of the next day's sun, then living as the kind of person he had never understood was the choice he had to choose.

This is probably the reason why those people live like this...... Right?

In this way, day after day, Jack gradually grew up in the wheel of time. His mother is a female branch girl, he has a fascinating face, although the life of a homeless man does not fully provide all the needs of physical growth and development, but he has a flexible mind and dares to fight, he is not like most malnourished homeless people, his face is yellow and thin, and he is used to stumbling and his body is thin but can still be seen to be very "strong" - this is of course relative to most homeless people.

The days that followed. It's like a nightmare. With a good face, he was targeted by many gangsters. At first, Jack didn't dare to resist too much, although the wandering life has worn out a lot of his kindness, but it is not easy to kill a person's nature with more blows.

He thought that as long as he escaped, he would be fine.

But he didn't expect that he had escaped the first, he had escaped the second, and the news of his beauty had reached the leaders of the gangsters who had not entered the ranks. When he was twisted in front of that "big brother", the whole person was stunned. No matter how much he begged for mercy and screamed, they just pinned him to the ground, and he could only watch as the "big brother" tore his clothes with a look of surprise on his face, and made him suffer the disgusting "Dunlun".

He didn't know how he had spent that day, all he knew was that when he had regained his senses, he found himself sitting in a pool of blood, clutching in his hand a knife that he usually used to cut meat. The knife, which was usually rusty and dull and even cooked meat, took a lot of effort to cut it, and actually killed the entire gangster who humiliated him.

"This ...... This ......!"

Pursing his lips stiffly, he looked at himself infected with this blood and a kind of gangster who stared at him with dead eyes, and his eyebrows, which were usually not murderous, were gradually infected with the black qi that originated from killing.

He took a few deep breaths to stabilize himself. Looking at the disembowelment corpses on the ground, the corners of Xiumei's mouth curled up happily. Humming a long, long time ago, I liked to listen to my mother's humming tunes, like when I was a child, I cleaned up the stumps and severed arms in this place in order to please my mother.

He hadn't noticed it before, but this bright red color not only didn't make him afraid, but it was unexpectedly cute!

What surprised him the most was that probably because of the gang and this person, the news that the base camp was being washed in blood spread very quickly. He was still quite afraid that these messages would shatter his life that he had just settled down again. But when he saw that the original people of the gang did not say anything about the suspicion and the target was placed on him, he was relieved at first, but he was still relieved at first when he watched the people he usually came into contact with mention the murderer one by one. He should have kept a low profile and continued to be obscure, but he felt a little uncomfortable inexplicably.

I killed it, why wasn't it me who was feared and worshipped?!

PS: It feels like my procrastination has reached a high level............ , and one more, I'm trying to get it out today QwQ

PS: No one is watching the little fan about gin?