Chapter 107: Wei Xingyun

There are two kinds of people with bad tempers in this world. There is a kind of complaining that goes on every day. Complaining that the car at the door is not parked in a good place, complaining that the food in the restaurant is not delicious, and complaining that the cashier in the supermarket is too slow and delaying time. They vent their temper at every thing that doesn't go their way, but it's just a verbal vent.

And the other kind of people, they don't like to be loud. Always silently bear everything. Whether it is the ridicule of others or the provocation on the side of the road, they always look indifferent. Until one day, they carry an axe, or simply a rifle, and vent at the supermarket.

I am the second type, my name is Wei Xingyun.

I don't have a dad. To be exact, that guy owed too much gambling debt, and he didn't know that he had been beaten to death in that ditch. The debt collector moved everything from the house. Only Mom and I were left.

We live in the streets. Pray, pick up leftovers, do odd jobs. All of this was infinitely difficult, but we still kept going.

Because I was malnourished since I was a child, I grew very thin. In the group of homeless people, this makes me very intimidating. Those beggars, homeless people always snatch things from me. Food, cans that can be exchanged for change, wires, scrap metal, and even change.

I couldn't resist because I couldn't beat them. I've even seen them bully my mom. Even though my mother covered it up well, I saw it. That scene made me angry. But I still can't do anything. I can't beat them.

I grew up, and I was still very thin. But the skeleton is not small, and the height is not short. There is a certain deterrent in size. But that doesn't stop those people from bullying us.

Mom took me on a lot of wanderings. But in the marginalized group of homeless and beggars, you will find a desperate truth. You can't find a really good person out there. Everyone is thinking about how to exploit those who are weaker than themselves. This made my personality even more silent. Because there is no one worthy of me to speak. No one spoke to me, and over time. I became like a non-existent person, and no one would pay attention to me wherever I went.

However, this is not entire. Because there's always someone else watching me. My mother, the wandering life made her thin. But she still took care of me. She taught me literacy and social common sense that a normal person should learn. He told me that one day I would be out of this life. Get back to the real world.

I never believed that, but I always tried hard to show that I believed in front of her. After more than ten years of encounters, my heart has gradually undergone a change. I felt that there was an endless abyss under my heart. It calls to me every day and makes my heart fall into it.

But in my heart, there is a faint but incomparably tough silk thread. A silk thread called Mother's Love. It was this thread that prevented me from falling into darkness completely.

The day I turned eighteen, everything changed. That day, I sent some of the waste we collected to the recycling station and exchanged it for a few dozen dollars in change. This will allow us to have enough to eat for days, and even a little bit of meat. It made me feel a little happy for the first time in a long time. But when I returned to the unfinished building where I lived, all I saw was my mother's body.

I can't believe it's true. But the truth is, she died. I asked a few homeless people around me like crazy. Something happened to my mother. But no one answered me. I could even feel that they were looking at me with contempt.

I know what they mean. Because I never resisted any bullying, all they thought I didn't dare to do anything. So they just looked at me with fear, but they didn't say a word. Look like what you can do with us.

But they didn't know when I was sure my mom was dead. The thread that dragged the heart in the heart, and the thread that did not let it fall, had already broken. At that moment, my heart seemed to fall into some kind of boundless abyss.

I pulled a dagger out of my body. This is a discarded dinner knife that I picked up in the scrap. I took it myself and sharpened it. I used to fantasize about many scenarios with this knife, but I didn't put it into practice. And at that moment, I used it.

I was the same as the days and nights of the previous ten years, and the expression on my face did not change in the slightest. But the knife in his hand had already stabbed him in the throat.

The other three people around fell into a kind of momentary silence. They were in the moment, and they hadn't reacted to what was happening. But I've moved. That's when I realized that I had very good reflexes.

Before they could react, I rushed over again and slit a man's throat. Then a backhand stabbed another person in the heart. And at this time, the remaining two finally remembered to run.

As soon as they turned around, I pounced on me from behind and pressed a man. He kept saying something. What please, don't kill me, the three of them did it, and it has nothing to do with me. But I didn't want to hear it at all, and I just wanted to kill him. So my knife slashed through his throat without hesitation.

The last man had only run less than ten meters away at this time. I picked up a piece on the ground and turned my head and threw it at the other person with all my might. The brick hit the opponent's leg, knocking the homeless man, who was already a little inconvenient with his legs and feet, to the ground.

I didn't look closely, but I thought his leg might have broken by that moment. At that time, he cried out in pain. But today there is no one around at all. So I walked over and stabbed him in the heart.

A somewhat frightening situation arose. I killed four people in less than two minutes. But I didn't feel strained. I found myself a job that I was very good at, killing people.

I'm naturally overlooked, which is a great advantage in this industry. I feel like I can do this. So I went to find some gangsters who were going to wander around the unfinished building.

I told them that if I was paid, I would be able to kill for them. But what I got was a burst of unbridled laughter from the gangsters.

"Murder? Save you? Hahaha...... Brothers, he said he would kill! Hahaha...... "They laughed breathlessly, but I wasn't angry. Because I know what I'm saying is true. Just under the grass not far away, buried the best evidence that I could kill.

When they had laughed enough, one of them gasped for air.

"Good, good, you're amazing. Just when we believe in you. Know the other group of people who often come here on motorcycles? They always rob us of this place, you kill their boss, how about we give you 10,000 yuan? ”

I don't have a deep concept of 10,000 yuan. But at least it was a huge sum of money that I never owned, or even seen. So I agreed without hesitation.

In order to earn 10,000 yuan, I did a lot of preparation. Because it was my first job to make a lot of money, I felt like I should do it a little better, um do it perfectly.

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