Qiao Qiao, who was in a daze, suddenly heard a cat meow. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info is indeed the sound of a cat. It was the same just now, but this time the voice became clearer and clearer. A terrible wail of death.

"What's wrong?" Puzzled, Qiao Qiao raised his feet and walked towards the place where the sound originated.

Four or five men and women were gathered in a small alley in the middle of nowhere, and it was from there that the sound came.

"You ...... What are you doing? ”

I was startled by the sound of a burst in. The group turned their gaze to Qiao Qiao.

A little Lori?

Raising his eyebrows, the man who seemed to be the leader spoke in a rather unkind tone.

"Haven't you ever seen anyone doing performance art? Go, go, go, don't mess around here. ”

From the gap between the group of people, Qiao Qiao saw the object that made the sound—a stray cat that had been half-skinned.

The group was carrying disposable gloves stained with blood. The fur of the feral cats stained them. He wailed, prayed, longed for the group to stop. Hopefully they can let him go.

However, such a plea did not win their sympathy, and they continued the torture with a cruel smile and skillful methods.

He was looking forward to someone to save him. Heaven may have heard his prayers. Torture, abruptly stopped.

"Huh? Is this art? Qiao Qiao asked suspiciously.

"Of course, that's the only way to be art. Perfect! Shocking! It is admired by people all over the world! ”

The woman who said this had a fiery expression on her face. The others also looked approving. It is possible that they regard it as the highest faith.

"So, do you hear him crying?" Qiao Qiao asked again. With the meaning of irrelevant.

"What's the mess with the kids? Go and go! The man in charge who heard her say this waved her hand and drove her away.

"Can't you hear me?" Qiao Qiao muttered to herself. "No wonder! All those who despise life do not seem to hear the cry of life! ”

"What are you talking about?" The man said with a frown. "Did you say this is art? Do you understand art? And it's just a stray cat. It's not a precious animal, what kind of life is it? If the child doesn't understand, get out of the way. Less here to mix and make up what lively pretending to be the Virgin. ”

Qiao Qiao seems to have some kind of magic in her body, and most people deepen their love for her to the deepest and reduce their disgust to the lowest. Therefore, even if he doesn't like it, even if he dislikes it, he won't really hurt her. But even with people's bodies, there are no limits to the mind. Something in words hurts the most.

However, if she had done it herself, it would have seemed that the magic would have gone away. For some anomalies, this magic seems to become nourishment. Nourish their souls and fill the emptiness in their hearts. Love, sometimes it's that simple. However, this ...... Is it really a love affair?

"Is that so?" Qiao Qiao lowered her head slightly and said. The long eyelashes trembled slightly. "Because it is not counted as life in your eyes?"

"That'...... You don't count as a life in my eyes. She said it softly, but with the cat's wailing there was a creepy flavor.

There was a sense of foreboding in his heart, and the man in the lead didn't know why he felt fear. However, that feeling was brought about by the girl in front of her, who looked to be at most sixteen years old. A subtle but real sense of fear. It's like being in an ice cellar. He didn't know if his companion felt the same way. But he knew. Finished!

A scalpel appeared in Qiao Qiao's hand. It was also stained with the blood of the cat's hair. One of them looked at his empty hands, and his face turned pale.

This man...... When did you come over? This...... Is it really human?

I hate violence, I hate blood, I hate death, I hate dying life that can't be muffled, I hate the fragility of life, I hate objects that despise life. I hate life!

Whether it's beautiful or ugly, everything happens right before my eyes. But there is not the slightest fluctuation in my heart. I hate myself so much. The self with empty eyes, the self that can't see anything, the self that has no emotions but seems to be the most emotionally rich human being, and the self that is like a monster.

I didn't understand the meaning of my birth. I don't know what the value of life is. A car is no match for a life, and a life is buried by a country. Incomprehensible. What is life?

Everything is the same in my eyes. Beautiful, ugly, unsightly, so, until I figured out what the meaning of life really was, I decided to respect every life. It doesn't matter what he is. It doesn't matter if it's beautiful or ugly. Until, I understood what life really is. Until, I realized, what I am.

Monster? Or human?

Ugly? Or is it beautiful?

Ah He said, my heart is too gentle. I'm too gentle. But what is meekness?

Ah also said, I am too cruel, no matter what I do, I always maintain the same mood, attitude, and even inner emotions. But what is cruelty?

Some people say that I am like a god on high. Come what may. No matter what someone else has done. The way I look at them is always the same. But, it's always the same. No matter what they did for me or what they did to me, there was always ruthlessness in my eyes. Always gentle. What treats the world is also treated. But it's not just about them.

Is it ruthless?

What is it exactly?

"How shall ye atone for your sins?" Tilting her head, Qiao Qiao seemed to be the most innocent girl with the most innocent expression and asked the most cruel question.

This man is the devil, right? This man must be the devil.

"If you don't say it, I'll talk about it." After waiting for a long time and not seeing their answer, Qiao Qiao said to herself.

And at this moment, the woman who walked behind her at some point raised the iron rod in her hand.

"Bump~"

There was blood running down Qiao Qiao's head. She turned her head to look at the girl holding the iron rod. "Then peel off the skin from your hands. Rest assured, with the current medical technology, you can recover the same as before after only one month of treatment. Then wash away your sins. ”

The girl with a bloody face said so lightly. In her eyes is disregard for the world and tenderness. The cold wind blew, and the young men and women shivered.

They don't know why they don't run away? They don't know why they didn't resist in the first place. All of this seems to be a matter of course.

Qiao Qiao and this group of people are fighting against each other. Or rather, the group was looking at her warily. Be prepared to kill her before she can do it. Or wait for her to bleed out and faint before leaving. Of course, they will call an ambulance after leaving. After all, it's a human life, even if it's a countryman, it's a person.

Wounds heal quickly and bring familiar pain. Qiao Qiao didn't seem to feel this sharp pain. She carefully wiped the blood and hair belonging to the cat from the scalpel. In fact, it didn't take more than five minutes for all of this to happen.

The cat is dying. He seemed to have lost the strength to wail after losing too much blood, but the faint, almost undetectable exhalation made Qiao Qiao more uncomfortable than wailing. I don't even know where I got my discomfort from.

The group of men and women moved. They fled in five separate directions. Obviously, there are many people. However, that feeling of fear made them choose to run away rather than fight.

Qiao Qiao tilted her head. The blood seems to have coagulated. Instead of chasing people, she walked up to the cat, which looked ugly because it had been skinned. She knelt on the ground and carefully picked up the cat. But the cat trembled at the slightest gesture and howled in pain.

"Major Chu, is he still saved?"

"Unfortunately, no." A man said in the shadows.

"That's it!" Qiao Qiao muttered. She gently placed the cat on the ground, and the scalpel slowly approached the cat.

"Let's go!"