There are many small alleys with a great sense of history in Haitian City, which are places that have not been taken into account in the process of urban development for the time being, or places that have not been taken into account for the time being.

The infrastructure here is very old, and even the street lights are still using energy-intensive LED bulbs.

Most of the people who live here are people who don't see hope in life and worry about their next meal every day.

In a modest room, a middle-aged man with a red rosacea was sleeping on the sofa, and the wine bottles in that place already indicated the man's identity as an alcoholic.

In the middle of the day, the wind-blown curtains left a shadow in the house.

Suddenly, the shadow rippled shallowly like the surface of the water, and a short figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

Looking at the middle-aged man who was sleeping soundly, Zhou Xiaomeng felt that a voice had been echoing in his head.

"Eat him!"

"Eat him!"

"Eat him!"

Zhou Xiaomeng looked at this middle-aged man, feeling like looking at a suckling pig that had been roasted. And he was like a man who had been hungry for three days, and just wanted to pounce on it and nibble hard.

But the last vestige of reason in his brain told Zhou Xiaomeng that this drunkard was his father.

In Zhou Xiaomeng's memory, his father before the age of six was a very warm person.

Although the daily work is very hard, the father who comes home is like a sunshine that can illuminate Zhou Xiaomeng's life.

But since he was six years old, his father has changed since his mother died due to a serious illness and no money for treatment.

The originally warm man seemed to have lost the light of the sun and lived in the shadows.

The father began to drink heavily and became strict with him.

Playful, play!

Don't study, fight!

Don't do housework, hit!

Zhou Xiaomeng had not been beaten before he was six years old, and since his father began to drink heavily, he will not be beaten until his birthday.

On that day, my father would not drink, but he would prepare a table and bring his mother's picture to the table, just like when his mother was still there, and the family would eat happily together.

The next day, Zhou Xiaomeng continued to be beaten.

Zhou Xiaomeng once felt that his original simple but warm home had ceased to exist since the day his mother died.

He was beaten by his father from the age of six to twelve!

Zhou Xiaomeng felt that there was no hope in his life.

What often echoed in my ears was my father's stupid pig, rubbish, useless stuff and the like.

He hated his father!

He wanted to kill this man who kept beating him every day in his dreams countless times!

But every year's birthday, Zhou Xiaomeng saw the father he once liked and loved deeply.

Birthday is an anticipation that can support Zhou Xiaomeng for a whole year!

However, on this year's birthday, Zhou Xiaomeng's expectations were shattered.

On that day, Zhou Xiaomeng prepared all the materials, and waited with great anticipation for his father to come back to show his skills, waiting to see his father after a whole year.

However, what he was waiting for was a drunken drunkard.

A drunkard who threw all the materials he had prepared as garbage and beat him up!

A year's worth of anticipation was smashed to shreds.

Zhou Xiaomeng felt that this kind of life had come to an end.

He ran out, walked aimlessly down the street, and eventually he came to the bus stop, the place where birthdays were turned into death days.

Later, Zhou Xiaomeng didn't know anything.

It's just that when he wakes up, he finds that the world he knows has changed.

He seems to have turned into a monster that doesn't starve, doesn't die.

He could weave through the shadows, as long as the surface of the shadows was large enough for him to pass through.

The only thing that makes him feel alive is to play – to play with people.

At the beginning, Zhou Xiaomeng just hurt people, such as reaching out in the shadows to make those people fall, or suddenly coming out from behind them and kicking them to make them fall and eat.

Looking at the painful expressions of those people, he felt inexplicable joy.

He would feel extremely happy to see the heartache of those people's relatives and friends.

At this time, Zhou Xiaomeng still had a bottom line, he was just trying to prank.

However, Zhou Xiaomeng later found that the painful appearance of those people no longer made him feel happy.

He wanted to play with it a little more advanced.

He wants to kill people!

So, Zhou Xiaomeng began to look for a target.

The guy who looked like an otaku became his target.

But when the man was desperate to save him, Zhou Xiaomeng suddenly felt that his behavior was very shameful.

So Zhou Xiaomeng hid in the shadow of the man and saw what happened later.

It's just that when the woman who looked like the painting was easily killed by the man, Zhou Xiaomeng inexplicably had a sense of fear for him.

Zhou Xiaomeng hid.

At this time, he suddenly felt a feeling of hunger.

He wants to eat, he wants to eat living flesh and blood!

And the biggest attraction to Zhou Xiaomeng turned out to be his alcoholic father!

There is a smell on his body that can stimulate Zhou Xiaomeng to secrete saliva.

Since coming back to life, Zhou Xiaomeng has not felt like swallowing for a long time.

When this emotion reached its extreme, Zhou Xiaomeng found that he had returned home, lying in front of him a mass of meat that was supremely attractive to him.

Zhou Xiaomeng's bloodshot eyes turned red instantly, and there seemed to be only one voice left in his mind.

He finally took that step and began to approach his sleeping father.

The moment Zhou Xiaomeng's hand stretched out, his sleeping father suddenly turned over and revealed a wet photo pressed underneath.

It was a photo of the family of three playing in the park before.

Zhou Xiaomeng's gaze was fixed on the photo, and the blood red in his eyes gradually receded.

His hand slowly fell to his father's forehead, smoothing out the wrinkles on it.

He turned and crouched down and began to pack up the bottles.

Zhou Xiaomeng began to clean the house and even cooked a meal.

He didn't worry that his father would wake up, he knew that once he had drunk, he would have to sleep for at least a day.

When Zhou Xiaomeng finished everything, he brought a blanket to cover his father, and finally took a nostalgic look at the place where he had lived for twelve years, and slowly melted into the shadows.

A cool breeze blew, rolling up a hint of the aroma of food.

The drunkard, who was asleep, twitched his nose a few times, got up and looked blankly at the blanket on his body, and then saw the neatly packed wine bottles and the food on the table.

The drunkard suddenly jumped up like crazy and shouted, "Xiao Meng?!" Are you back?! Where are you?! ”

The drunkard searched everywhere in this small house, and the house, which had been cleaned up, was immediately a mess again.

Finally, the drunkard found a clearly written sentence on the small clean desk.

"You deserve a new life of your own."

"Daddy."

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