No one in the class knew that I was the product of this bloody plot. [There are almost all the books I want to read.,It's much more stable and faster than the general station.,There's no ads in the whole text.] -79- A year ago, my mother remarried, sent me to this house, and then left heartlessly. That was the first time I met my father, and he was very nice to me and fulfilled all my requests. The guy I was going to call my mother had a cold face, and he always had a cold face. I have an older brother who is three years older than me, and he looks at me very strangely.

My brother is very ugly, his face is full of red and dark blue 'spring' acne, and there is always a vicious look in his small eyes.

The whip was 'whipped' on me, and the 'woman' ripped off my torn clothes and sprinkled them with salt. I fainted in pain.

I hadn't eaten for a day, I was hungry and aching, and I gritted my teeth and rushed to keep a diary.

This diary was bought for me by my mother on the way to this house, and I used a pen to write something, and the pain in my heart seemed to be much less.

It's just that there is a hatred in the head that has nowhere to radiate, is it really meaningful to survive? That 'woman' abandoned me for herself, why did she give birth to me!

Why!

The pencil writing became more and more scribbled, and my heart ached when I read it. If what happened in the diary was true. So, who is the owner of the diary? Could it be that something happened in this home?

No, Ni Niandie's family has been on the run for eight years. I could feel the joy between her and her parents, and she didn't have any older brothers.

Monday, September 19

The perverted mother and son's abuse of me is getting worse and worse, I'm afraid, I'm going to be killed. [There are almost all the books I want to read.,It's much more stable and faster than the general station.,There's no ads in the whole text.] The 'woman' dismissed all the servants and stopped me from going to school. I was asked to do all the housework at home, and if it didn't go my way, he would burn me with the cigarette butts in his hand. At worst, they dragged me to the basement, tied me up, beat me up, and locked me up for the night.

I thought that my dad would organize them when he found out what happened to me. But he just squatted silently in the 'flower' garden and 'smoked', and did nothing.

I was desperate.

If this continues, I'm really going to die.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die. Even if it's like this, I want to live. At the very least, I'm going to take revenge on everyone! All those who have hurt me!

So, I can't die.

The people who want me to die, I want to let them die first.

So I began to plan who should be eliminated in this family. I thought about it all night and decided to kill the brother who raped me first. He was the most defenseless when he was lying on top of me, the 'bastard' who would sneak into my room every few days. His mother didn't stop me anymore, but just gave me a bottle of 'medicine', a bottle of contraceptive 'pill', and told me to take it every day.

Tonight, that 'bastard' will come too.

I secretly hid a small knife on my body, and then deliberately annoyed the 'woman'. After she beat me, she locked me in the basement as usual. Well, it's all in my plans.

Sure enough, just after eleven o'clock in the evening, the bastard snuck into the basement. He undid the rope that bound me unwisely, and then he couldn't wait to rip off my clothes and lay on top of me.

When he was completely off guard, I stabbed him in the back with that knife. This plan has been simulated back and forth countless times in my mind, and I also went to the study room to consult a book called "Diagram of Human Physiology". Sure enough, when the knife stabbed in, the demon 'pulled' out a few times, and died without even making a sound.

Blood splattered me, and I didn't have the slightest fear of killing. It's just very happy, there's a sense of excitement in my brain, and it's so comfortable.

Dragged the body from the basement to the 'flower' garden, and buried it in the 'hole' I had already dug. I've been 'agitating' all night, next, who should I kill?

Tuesday, September 20

The 'woman' found out that her son was missing, and she didn't care. Perhaps, she thinks her son will go to school first. Dad has been busy with work lately and is not at home. She went out in the morning and returned home at noon. It just so happened that I had time to prepare for my own plans.

Recently, the rat infestation has been rampant, and there is a rat 'medicine' near the community, and there is a burial point around the house. Although the burial site is very hidden, the property uses a sign to indicate the location of the rat 'drug', so I used the morning time to 'get' some.

The rat 'medicine' was crushed and mixed into lunch, and the 'woman' was not poisoned after eating it. It seems that what is said on TV that the current modified rat 'medicine' is not too toxic to the human body, and it is indeed true. Luckily, I prepared with both hands.

The 'woman' liked to take a shower after lunch, and she asked me to put in the bath water. I put it away and added some ingredients. Recently, I have thought of many plans for the murder plan, but each time I plan it, I realize that I know too little. Household products are all high-end goods, and there are not many strong 'drugs'. So I prepared a plan for her to die.

After a wire was cut, it was 'plugged' into the 'plug' head, and the energized end was put into the water by me.

The sadistic stepmother stepped into the bathtub with one foot, and then was violently shocked and fell to the ground. It's a pity that the electric switch tripped immediately, and the electricity didn't kill her. But it doesn't matter, I've already planned the next plan.

I took a small hammer in the tool room and crouched down next to the woman's head. The 'woman' finally opened her eyes and woke up, and I smiled at her, deliberately letting her see the hammer in my hand.

She wanted to scold her mouth, and immediately 'pumped' and 'pumped' in amusement, and her eyes were full of horror. Satisfied, I raised my hand vigorously and dropped the hammer on her forehead.

One hammer, two hammers, three hammers......

My anger disappeared a lot, and I felt a sense of enjoyment. It's very comfortable. The 'female' stared wide-eyed, and her pupils were blood-red. I knocked her head like a balloon that had been popped, and I didn't feel disgusted at all, but rather like a work of art.

A work of art that I made with my own hands.

My whole body trembled, and the heart of this 'girl' had begun to fall into darkness. Looking at this half of the diary, my mood is constantly sinking. There was a chill around me that sent chills to me. The 'girl' killed her half-brother who raped her and killed her mother, who was nominally abusing her. This kind of thing is not uncommon in the world, and every person who encounters this kind of thing has a distorted psychology. Either kill yourself or raise a knife and kill someone else. It's just that most of them belong to 'exciting' crimes, but the owner of the diary, the 'girl' child who doesn't know her age, has a 'fine' plan, and she is carrying out it step by step with humiliation.

Her behavior is hard for me to evaluate. Because once a person's outlook on life and the world is distorted, it can never be reversed. It will only become a hidden danger to society.

I silently glanced out the window, the reddish moonlight was obscured by the clouds, and the ground was dark.

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