22 September 1996

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the dim sunlight shone through the vents on the man's eyes, angry and fierce. The man turned on the faucet, the sound of the water hitting his nerves like cannon fire, he took off his hand and washed the blood off his face, he was covered in blood, the blood of the scum he had killed.

He slowly removed his hand from his face, and the first thing he saw in the mirror was his scarlet eyes, like a vicious wolf that had just finished hunting.

The man's eyes became more and more moist, he thought that he could be a good husband after retiring, living an ordinary life, commuting to and from work, picking up and dropping off, and waking up at three or four o'clock in the afternoon as usual, looking at his wife who was still taking a nap in his arms, but now everything is shattered.

"It's time, it's time," the man picked up the thorn in his hand and staggered behind him. On the ground in the middle of the cramped room, a child less than a year old was lying in swaddling clothes, crying incessantly.

The man picked up the child and held the knife in his right hand, with which he had killed countless people, whether it was an unscrupulous politician who was protected by layers or a spy with extraordinary skill, he was able to assassinate them without any problems.

The kid in front of him is the same, just like the group of scum who died at his hands, but it's just another target, just a knife to stab in, isn't it?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The man took the knife and stabbed the child in the chest little by little, and the child cried even louder, like a young deer bitten by a wolf on the throat, and his eyes were full of tears. The man's arm trembled violently as the knife cut through his chest and a trail of blood flowed out.

He gritted his teeth and frowned, but no matter how hard he tried, the hand holding the knife could not move downward.

"Uhhhh The man roared heartbreakingly, those scarlet eyes couldn't stop flowing tears, he still couldn't do it in the end, it was as meaningless as this revenge, he had been a knife in his hand all his life, and he would never be able to live like a normal person.

He threw the knife aside, closed his eyes and fell to his knees and wept bitterly, there was no salvation, no end.

At this time, he felt a soft little hand touch his face, and he opened it? eyes, seeing that the child in his arms was choking, trying to hold back his cry, pouting aggrievedly, a pair of bright black eyes were looking at him, just like his wife's distressed eyes when she saw her scar.

The child may not even know what his intentions are.

The man hugged the child with both hands, kept apologizing, and sobbed like a child.