In the early morning, a touch of sunshine is dedicated to the earth that has slept all night. The morning stall at the entrance of the community has already emitted a tempting fragrance, a young man walks through these busy people who get up early and has a piece of freshly bought baked cake in his mouth, grabs and drinks half of the soy milk in his right hand, and carries the fresh vegetables that have just been selected from the vegetable market in his left hand, everything is very ordinary, isn't it?

But disharmony always exists, and a housewife whispered encouragement to the child eating breakfast: "The exam is coming, you must review well and strive for good grades, otherwise you will have no education or diploma in the future, just like him." As he spoke, he quickly pointed at the young man, and the child agreed with a "woo" full of breakfast. Another middle-aged woman whispered: "Actually, that child is also to blame for the poor parent's divorce since he was a child, which caused his introverted and withdrawn personality." followed his hard-working mother and brother-in-law, and later his mother and brother-in-law passed away one after another, and the relatives at home did not help this cold junior, and the district committee took pity on him and told him to find a job in the community to work......"

The young man didn't hear it, as if this scene would come every day, and when he heard the "unsuccessful brother-in-law", a murderous intention flashed away, and then walked towards his residence without looking back.

Why do people treat this young man as a negative teaching material? The reason for this is his attire - the security uniform of the community. The young man's name is Li Haoran, outsiders only know to call him Haoran, as if he doesn't know his surname like pity, he was originally going to change his surname to the same surname as his mother, "Li" from his father gave him too much hatred and too much pressure, this surname caused his mother to die early, and his uncle was discredited, in order to remember this hatred, he resolutely accepted this surname.

Just after the handover of the night shift, he still has the habit of catching up on sleep, and the slightly rusty key opens the door, "I'm back." As if he was going to move at any time, the tidy three-bedroom living room sounded with a clear sound. Haoran put the dishes in the kitchen, walked through the living room, glanced at the two black and white photos on the wall, showed a rare tenderness on his indifferent face, and then whispered, "I'm back." After saying that, he fell asleep.

When I woke up, my tired look was reduced a lot, and after making lunch in the kitchen, I ate it briefly, and looked at the morning was still very good, but now it is cloudy and cloudy weather, which seems to be unique to this year, and Haoran said: "What about the impetuous monsoon." ”

Turning on the computer, Haoran backhanded his fingers and began his otaku afternoon - writing, which was a promise he and his uncle. Every time I think of my uncle, the characters in my uncle's works seem to have been guarding him next to Haoran, he is the first person to read every novel of my uncle, and he has inherited his uncle's sense of responsibility for his own works. After finishing today's serialization with quality and quantity, I started browsing the web.

"Hmm~ Today's forum, the post is as energetic as ever." Ever since I started writing, my favorite thing is to watch other people's worldviews collide with each other, and the most direct thing is the forum posts. What I found today is about eschatology, a post by an existential fanatic about the recent anomalies in the climate, and as a nod to the truth, Yang scattered thousands of words, juxtaposed with pictures and facts. Haoran, who watched it, nodded from time to time: This buddy's post is really standard.

But there are resources in the world that will never be scarce called violent replies and saliva parties, and they have a mysterious and unpredictable ability to turn decay into magic, which can instantly make this relatively normal post suddenly spartan, and Haoran's dedication to these people cannot be denied. As a writer, for his own works, he has seen the performance of this group of people, and he has also "fought" with this group of people. Haoran dragged the page down, and the content below is quite exciting.

The guy who grabbed the sofa replied after sending a yin dang emoji: Is it the end of the world, are you sure that the recent weather anomaly and even thunderstorms are not the prelude to someone's crossing?

Not to be outdone, he saw the word "crossing" and estimated his blood, and began to change the topic: crossing, in the recent sudden death incidents, the wind is rumored to be sad to cross? Wow Ka Ka, I strongly recommend that you don't have to mourn for the teenagers who died suddenly, you have to be happy for them, maybe they will cross the ......

After calmly reading the heated discussion below that is becoming more and more nutritious, it was already more than a hundred floors when it was his turn to reply, rubbing his swollen eyes, looking at the sky outside, it was already thundering, thinking about it, Haoran replied with a relatively non-nutritious reply: There is thunder outside, and I don't know which brother is about to cross by the will of the world.

Seeing that the time was close to dinner time, and after dinner, he had to take over the night shift of the security guard, "The relaxation time is always so short," Haoran thought and turned off the computer

In the bathroom, the water in the basin was already halfway through, and for a short time when the water was released, Haoran was stunned for a while, "This feeling is really bad, is it a slight autism?" Shook his head, picked up the cold tap water and rubbed his face hard, the water droplets fell down his angular face, and looked at himself in the mirror, a handsome and cold face, contrary to the beard on the lips, shaving it can definitely cause a high return rate for girls, but Haoran wants this effect, ordinary, ordinary to the kind that can't be found before entering the sea of people, this home needs a quiet life, and any disturbance rumors are not allowed. He didn't dare to look in the mirror, the face in the mirror always reminded him of that man, a man he couldn't control his killing intent. He always reminds himself to be calm and calm, he can't be filled with hatred and faith, and he will go crazy before he can complete his long-cherished wish in a world where he can only rely on himself. Hurriedly pour out the washed water, and the meal in the microwave is already hot, dozens, hundreds, thousands of times? How many days have been repeated, Haoran never saves the meal until the next day.

While he was eating dinner, he was pondering his writings again in a daze, "Are the disadvantages of living alone becoming more and more obvious in my case," a strange throbbing suddenly broke Haoran's contemplation, and just now, Haoran had a feeling of being watched, and through the kitchen window, he looked out, albeit in vain. Haoran knew that in addition to a few of the agreement, there were many people who wanted to kill him, if he knew the exact information, the vengeful minions rushed to this community, and this fleeting sense of watching made him very unhappy, "Mood swings twice a day, you shouldn't have made two looks just now, damn it, aren't a group of people afraid of death." At this time, Haoran was full of murderous opportunities, and a pair of sharp eyes seemed to be about to see through the barriers of space. adjusted his mood, took a deep breath, recovered his slightly depressed appearance, and was putting on his security uniform, ready to go to change shifts.

"So, who is 'favored' today?" I opened my uncle's room and muttered as I looked at the books on my uncle's bookshelf. In the next second, Haoran touched a framed book and smiled slightly: "It's still my uncle's "The Legend of the Planetary Heroes", tonight, it belongs to you and me~" walked to the living room and looked at the two black and white photos on the wall, "I'm out." ”

The weather is impermanent, and at this time under the sunset, Haoran's shadow is long, and with the frustration that he is not close to people, he looks extremely lonely. Who would have thought that a little security guard who everyone said had no interest would be an avenger with endless murder methods? Everyone has their own secret, but this secret makes Haoran, who is alone, almost breathless.

ps: "The Legend of the Planetary Heroes" is a blood-poured work written by my uncle to inspire his nephew Li Haoran, unpublished, the only book, which will be explained in the future side story.