Seeing him struggling in front of him, about to be strangled out of breath, his father rushed forward and knocked the man to the ground with just one punch.

"Cut, hit the old one, come the little ......one," the man wiped the nosebleed from his face and kicked it over - however, his father was an old hunter in the village, how could he be knocked to the ground by the young man who had been overdrawing his body with cigarettes and alcohol all year round, and shook the little young man's fist, and another punch hit the little young man in the chest, and the little young man fell straight backwards.

However, at this moment, as if a ghost had sent a god, his wooden knife, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, slashed at the man's neck.

Blood spurted onto the roof, and the man gradually stopped breathing.

The father and son were a little stunned, however, there was still a determination in his eyes.

"He's dead—I killed him." The father's throat squeezed out a word, and since then, he has lost his life, there is an important person.

That was the day.

As his father was leaving, he stood at the door, looking at the figure that was fading away, and the little ripples on the ground in the drizzle. The wind was a bit strong, and the rain blew through the door, blew on his face, and slid down his face.

He laughed!

His face stiffened, the corners of his mouth grinned stiffly, a bitter smile slowly emerged, and then he began to crack the corners of his mouth even wider—like a clown in a comic, crazy, elusive, just kneeling on the waterlogged ground,, casual, laughing madly—the world, how crazy, how scary, why...... Why not kick the world hard?

Well, visually, this child only sees his own pain, but it doesn't matter, it's all blackened anyway.

"Huh...... Hey hey ......"

His eyes were red, and he kept kicking and pounding the wall, the skin on his fist was worn out, and bright red blood flowed out, and his foot kicked against the wall, but there was a crisp sound of bone cracking.

It seemed endless, as if it would never stop, and the tapping, the excitement, the laughter that did not look like a human being, came from that big mouth.

"Haha...... Hahahaha...... Ha ......"

Later it was said that the child was crazy.

It is also said that the child is stupid.

With extremely excellent results in the high school entrance examination, the child left the city.

"Classmate, congratulations, you have been admitted to our Modu University!"

He didn't say anything and hung up the phone silently.

"What, don't you hurry, you want guests to eat on such dirty plates?"

He didn't speak, but lowered his head and went on with his work—it had been like this for years anyway.

I'm about to enter the university of my choice.

……

It's still that old house, Xue Zhi glanced at Zhao De next to him.

"It's you, right? You're that kid. ”

"How is that possible? That can't happen. ”

Zhao De smiled and patted Xue Zhi's shoulder.

"You think I'm kidding, right?"

Zhao De was stunned for a moment.

"How so?"

"I was joking, but now, I'm sure."

Xue Zhi smiled brightly and was reflected in Zhao De's eyes. It's as if everything is so natural, Zhao De is the murderer.

Tut-tut, it looks strange, but some people also think that all this is logical, isn't it?

So, in fact, Zhao De didn't kill people with his own hands? Actually, that's not right to say that - it's true that Zhao De is a murderer, but that kid?

Strange...... It stands to reason that Zhao De loves that group of children, but what?

It's really ...... Interesting......

I'm excited.

"How much treasure will you have?"

"Yes, but I didn't." The corners of Zhao De's mouth did not have the seriousness of the past, but aroused a hint of banter, the corners of his mouth curled, and he looked at Xue Zhi, as if the other party knew nothing.

"Not you? Who else could it be? Xue Zhi leaned against the wall, looking indifferent.

"That'...... You see, there are so many villagers, and you don't have any evidence...... You're here to keep me safe......"

Xue Zhi's smile stiffened.

"Yes, you see, the two of us are standing here, the children in the family are still starving, let's go, go back, don't ...... the truth that doesn't matter."

"When your brother asked me to come, he said that if he can't protect you, he will hasten your death. I didn't want to do that, but I think I understand what your brother meant. ”

With a smile, Xue Zhi walked out of the door and walked towards the village alone, leaving Zhao De alone.

There is no truth, no evidence - the age of the deceased is known at a glance, all evidence has been erased, this is not a big city or town, where is there any fingerprint check, it seems that everything is broken. It's as if you know that the other person did it, but you are at a loss.

……

That year, his life in college was quite smooth, two or three classmates, all friends, he never revealed his origin, others will not find themselves boring to ask, the owner of the shop returned to his hometown to marry his daughter-in-law, and now this small shop is directly given to him - the store is an empty shell, and the land is not very expensive these years.

Hahh......hh

I'm going to open this shop so that the villagers can see how I'm doing now, and it's time to visit my father again.

"Dad......" looked at the gray-haired one-armed middle-aged man in front of him, he burst into tears, looked at the man, and shed a few tears. Well, manly ......" The middle-aged man smiled resolutely, just as he had when he left the village, like a rocky reef in the sea.

"You've worked hard......" His tears still flowed.

"It's okay......" said his father, coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood. The harsh environment in the prison did not crush a man's will, but it crushed his body. The fragile body, the sick soul, this is the father of this child, his father, his father, who is dying, father.

Standing alone at the prison gate, looking at the gray sky, the light rain began to fall, just as it had been.

He smiled, still ......

Inexplicable, crazy......

However, there is also a bit of misery, he is so incapable. I hope that my father's life on it can be better than now. I hope so, that your father will not worry about him—your son, who is about to go away.

This time, it was no longer a drizzling rain, this time, it was a torrential rain, and the whining cold wind blew on people's faces, that sad place, that sad, ...... place, will ......

Hehehe......

See......

It's raining in the sky, it's raining......

Hey, hey, hey...... That's right, fortune teller, you're right the first time...... Hellish Star......