On a dead winter night, a faint wind blew by the windowsill, and with a slight chill, it invaded this small space through the cracks.

As the curtains flickered, a small shadow stopped outside the door. It silently looked up at the bed. on the already sleeping child, and then made a slight squeak.

"Squeak-squeak-"

The ears of the hamster, which was also asleep, suddenly moved, as if inspired by the sound, and woke up from its sleep, and then its eyes rolled, revealing a little doubt.

However, this voice did not end with the hamster's awakening, but seemed to be more harsh.

The hamster in the plastic box became agitated little by little, and it crashed like crazy. Hit the plastic box, little by little, until the plastic box fell off the table, falling rapidly, making a "bang" sound.

Lie in bed. Komatsu seemed to be disturbed by the sound, and he woke up in a daze, his sleepy eyes wandering in the darkness, and finally stopped at the empty desk.

That hamster!

Where did the hamsters go?

Komatsu jerked out of bed. Shang sat up, and a chill slowly rose in his heart, making this cold night even more weird.

An unreal feeling enveloped the twelve-year-old boy, causing his heart to thump and his blood to freeze, except for the sound of rapid breathing echoing in his ears.

"Click......"

The strange sound made Komatsu slowly hold his breath, he clenched his teeth tightly, and his eyes followed the overturned plastic box on the ground until he reached the destination where the sound came from......

The little beast that disappeared during the day because of the sudden intrusion of his mother appeared inexplicably in the room at this moment. It lay in the corner of the room, its body shrugging slightly at the strange noise. It moved, as if it was chewing something, making a crunching sound.

The sound reminded Komatsu of the crispy bones he had once eaten, and when he bit into it, the real bones mixed with the brittle bones, and his teeth fell out...... The sound was so similar to what it was now!

I couldn't tell if it was the chill of the surroundings or the fear that rose in my heart, the shivering Komatsu crept up from the bed, and then gently headed towards the little beast in the corner.

Every step is like exhausting the courage of the whole body.

Until the little boy was already standing behind the little beast, his weak breathing was like a weapon to break the silence, causing the little beast to suddenly pause in its eating movements, and slowly turn around.

At the moment when the eyes of a man and a beast met, Komatsu's pupils suddenly dilated, and with the help of the street lights refracted outside the window, he could vaguely see that in front of the little beast, a messy hamster corpse was being displayed.

Like a miserable white fluorescent lamp, the boy's face turned paler and paler, his heart beat wildly, and that incredible bloody picture naturally appeared in front of him.

The hamster's intact fur had become fragmented, and the severed skull was white and bonely, with only half of the bloody fur wrapped, and the limbs had long since been broken into several pieces.

The disemboweled, disemboweled, and the hamster's weak body could not hide much blood, and the only plasma was enough to penetrate the ground, and the thin layer of fear in the little boy's heart penetrated him, causing him to cry silently.

Is it fear? Is it sad? Or are there other complex emotions that are difficult to explain?

Komatsu looked at the thing in the little beast's arms, which was the hamster arm that it pulled off alive, as if he had returned to the rainy night when he decided to feed it, and the little beast was also holding a black thing like this.

Why is this happening?

The little beast's gaze was fixed on the boy, its eyeballs rolled, and it clearly saw the boy's expression in the dark night, and its heart seemed to let down its vigilance, and it turned back and attacked the broken hamster carcass over and over again.

It's a provocation, more like a scorn that controls everything.

You can't ask your parents to know about it......

In the chaotic consciousness rusted by the night, a clear and unambiguous decision was breaking out of the cocoon in the boy's head.

It's just that, because of the dim light, what he didn't notice was that the fur on the back of the little beast was even shinier, and the slowly bulging flesh was extremely swollen.

……

"Tang Xiaosong!"

A stern shout interrupted the boy's reverie, and his stunned appearance fell into the eyes of his classmates, causing a burst of laughter.

"Okay, don't laugh!" On the podium, the rather old female teacher pushed her glasses, touched the whip in her hand on the podium, and immediately stopped the escalation of the farce, "Tang Xiaosong, the teacher told you to answer this question and stand up!" ”

The distracted boy did not hear the question clearly, so he stood up and lowered his head deeply, like a wronged little ostrich.

After a slightly punitive reminder, the female teacher shook her head, as if to convey her disappointment, and then continued with the lesson.

Until the end of class, Tang Xiaosong still stood next to his seat with his head bowed. The female teacher patted him on the shoulder before calling him out into the hallway.

"Komatsu, what's going on? has been absent-minded," without the strictness that must be played in the classroom, the female teacher's voice seemed to have a kind of magic, silently guiding the boy, "Your mother teaches at the university, and she should usually be more edifying to you." If you don't listen carefully in class, I don't want you to have a next time, delay your grades, you know? ”

"Got it." The boy replied reluctantly.

"That's good."

"Teacher!"

The boy suddenly spoke up and stopped the female teacher who was about to leave.

"What's wrong?" She turned back, but there was a childish face with confusion in her sight.

"Do you know of any animals that hunt hamsters?" He asked, his voice filled with hope for answers.

Feeling the unusual enthusiasm of the boy, the female teacher was a little stunned for a while, and then squeezed out a kind smile and responded softly: "Read less other books and focus more on studying, you know?" ”

The boy nodded blankly, as if he had already received some kind of answer.

The figure of the female teacher disappeared from the boy's field of vision, and he stood in place in a daze, like a wooden man with roots under his feet, for a long time. The laughter echoing in the corridor was noisy, and the figure on the playground outside the balcony was full of energy and enthusiasm, but, for some reason, he felt that at this moment, his heart was as cold as falling into an ice cellar, unbearable.