When I woke up, I was lying on the floor in a restaurant full of HelloKitty, surrounded by white pills and three corpses that had stiffened and blued.

Memories and nausea welled up in my body told me that two of the three stenching corpses were "my" parents.

There was a pleasant sound of "jingle bells", and I followed the sound, and it turned out that the door of the store was not closed, and the wind suddenly poured in, shaking the pink wind chimes hanging on the door.

I couldn't help frowning: there are so many HelloKitty in this store, which makes people look upset.

The back of the head hurts suddenly, and it hurts even more so that I grinning my teeth, and there is a dull stinging sensation when I touch it with my hand, which is estimated to be accidentally bumped into by the owner of this body before......

I roughly recalled the original experience of this body, and it was so bland that there was almost no bright spot.

The previous life was ordinary and uneventful. It wasn't until a certain virus broke out and the business in the store began to change day after day that the atmosphere in the house began to change slightly.

The mother of this body originally planned to persuade her father to close the store to avoid the virus, but her father didn't take it seriously, thinking that XIZ was similar to the previous bird flu, SARS and the like, and it would naturally subside after a while, and there was no need to close the store so seriously. And my mother only persisted for a few days, given that after all, there were still many bills to be paid at home, and at the same time, there was really nothing major happening around her after observing for a few days, and then she slowly gave up and acquiesced to Dad's ideas and practices.

But one day, a strange customer came to the store. He walked around the shop with a strange look, refusing to order anything.

Dad happened to go to deliver food that day, and there were only two people in the store, her and her mother - the family's business originally did not include takeaway services, but because of the recession of business, they had to add outside services recently. I didn't expect to encounter such a thing not long after it was added.

The two of them were naturally very scared, not to mention driving the man away bluntly, and they didn't even have the courage to come forward and talk. Mom carefully took out her phone to tell Dad to come back soon, but was seen by the guest.

I saw that the guest rushed straight up, snatched his mother's mobile phone, and showed a weird smile.

Mom immediately screamed, and then reflexively protected her behind her.

In my memory at this time, the owner of this body closed his eyes because he was too scared, but after waiting for a long time, he still didn't hear any sound, and he couldn't help but open his eyes with some fear to see what was going on.

The scene at this moment had a great impact on the owner of this body - the guest was tearing the skin on his right cheek and neck with one hand, and the other hand was holding his mother's mouth, and then stuffing the torn bloody and tattered skin into his mother's mouth, full, directly through the throat, despite her retching after flurry.

The first instinct of the owner of this body was to pull the guest who was torn by himself and wanted to rescue his mother. But because the impact of the scene on her was too strong, before she could hold the "Woo Evil ......", she couldn't help but cover her mouth again, feeling uncomfortable tumbling in her stomach one after another, and her eyes were a little black.

Just then, Dad returned. Seeing the scene in front of him, his first reaction was to immediately drop the things in his hand and rush up to grab the man who kept stuffing something into his wife's mouth. But as soon as the man turned around with a grin, Dad immediately let go of him with a shocked look on his face, and took a few steps back sharply.

But the man moved faster than his father, and he jumped to his father's side and stuffed another torn blood clot in his hand into his father's mouth.

Dad reacted from the shock and immediately spit out what was stuffed into his mouth. After seeing what it was, he reflexively retched a few times, and then angrily raised his fist and slammed it at the man in front of him, who was still grinning and tearing at his skin.

However, the man suddenly pulled a knife from his shirt and stabbed his father in the stomach with a fierce blow.

The gushing blood just poured on the perverted man's body, and also fell in front of the wide-eyed and pale "me".

The memories of that day were like hell - "I" just wanted to help my mother who was stuck in her trachea, and on the other side my father was stabbed in the stomach again. Before "I" could react to what was happening, the perverted man was already walking straight towards "me" with his usual weird smile......

The last fragment of the memory is that "I" was also forced to stuff a lot of flesh and flesh into it. Because "I" didn't care about anything to save my life, I was very cooperative in swallowing those pieces of meat, so although I was choked, I couldn't breathe smoothly without being blocked by the trachea.

"I" was desperately pinned down and forced to swallow pieces of meat, while looking at my parents on both sides with the corner of my eye.

One was still struggling with "uh-huh", and his face had already begun to turn blue. The other was writhing on the ground with his stomach pressed and panting, his face all red.

"I" couldn't help crying, swallowing the disgusting smell of blood as I struggled to break free from the shackles of that perverted man and save my parents.

But after all, "I" is still just a child, and my strength is really limited. It wasn't until the man finally couldn't hold me back because of excessive blood loss that "I" finally broke free. At this time, Mom and Dad were already lying motionless on the ground, and their bodies were full of panicked cold temperature.

"I" wandered between Mom and Dad's corpses in disbelief and helplessness, trying to hold on to something, but unable to do anything.

In the end, "I" fell to the ground because of the sticky blood stains that came out of my father's side, and immediately couldn't help crying, I didn't know who to vent to, so I could only beat my thigh fiercely while crying, and I was so disgusted that I couldn't do anything to the extreme.

At this time, the perverted man actually moved again, took out a bottle of medicine bottle-like things from the pocket of his jacket, and repeated "I'm sorry" hoarsely with his bald lips, which were already half missing, while swooping down on "me" again, desperately stuffing the contents of the medicine bottle into "my" mouth, and crying "I", even if I struggled again, I had to swallow several unknown pills.