The bats rushed to my face, and then I picked up the fire fold next to me, lit it, the stone box that fell, had helped to block the strong wind, the fire fold was thrown to the other corner, the sharp-toothed bats flapped their wings, a few whirls, greedily threw themselves into the fire, they were infatuated with the light and heat, just like humans are endlessly obsessed with money and power. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, money and power itself are not harmful or beneficial, but its good and bad are given by people, and its meaning is changed.

At this moment, the doctor threw the dagger on the rocky surface in front of me, and quickly picked it up, and the sharp knife stabbed at the flesh of the bat, and stabbed it into the flesh, and through the belly, pure killing, and the pleasure of disorientation, killed only one, and the blood of the bat flowed out in large pieces, and flowed down from the small hole in the bottom of the grotto, and the other bats swooped down. Thrown down by the dagger in my hand, the sharp knife, slashing through their wings, they screamed in the air, gasped in death, sang in their souls, stared at the tip of the knife, and then fixed their hideous eyes.

I took a few breaths, and I, who had always loved small animals, killed three or four in succession, as well as some crippled, broken bats, fluttering, slamming against the rock walls, struggling on the surface, screaming, and sticking out their mouths.

At this time, I remembered when I was a child, I found that every rainy day eve, ants began to move, my home, those seams, is always full of a large number of ants, sometimes even crawling into the cupboard, sometimes even crawling into the cabinet under the cabinet of instant noodles, biting through the plastic paper, with pliers to gnaw up, this ant is not outdated at all, it seems to see what to bite.

And there seem to be moths, caterpillars, praying mantises, locusts, seven-star ladybugs, and a group of ants summoning a group of ants, although they are small, but the pincers seem to contain great power, which is a typical more to bully less.

But it seems that no matter how powerful and many creatures are, they can't withstand the aggression and offensive power of humans, just like the astonishing number of bats that seem to fill the rock cave, but a detonator, almost all of them are blown into minced meat or disabled, only a small group survives, but they are also quickly cleaned up, but even if human beings are strong, sometimes unfortunately in danger, it is easy to die, so nothing is absolute.

The memories continued, before the rain, the ants seemed to start moving, in short, in the aisle, in the cupboard, or in front of the yard, the ants always lined up neatly, I pinched them to death with my fingers, I always happy to pinch these ants to death, and gradually became my hobby, these cute moving animals, small insects, I don't know how many, died under my fingers.

Later, I inquired, and even my friends were interested in rubbing these ants to death, and I thought I was the only one who was so cruel and funny.

So when they came to my house, we crushed the ants who had fled from outside the cave to death.

I don't know why I did this, I looked at the dagger with blood, these hands of mine, killed, countless small animals.

I looked at the bloody dagger and remembered the scene again.

In the summer, it is the time after school, in Fujian Quanzhou, the road to school, is a huge stone factory.

There are also a lot of green grass that can cut people, they are bright green, and they can also cut people, as long as you gently slide your finger between the leaves, you will soon cut the skin of your fingers, and there will be red-line scars, but that summer at that time, I know the most, and it is also the summer that I remember the most, the summer is hot, but it is not hot.

Dazhi is a little parked on the high wall of the factory, and some are parked on the paper tree, which is tall and can be used to produce paper.

In order to estrus and courtship, as long as they bark loudly enough, long enough, and loud enough, they can attract mates and mate, how happy and simple it is.

It's always like human beings, it seems that falling in love, getting married, all in one set, and even easy to fall into various traps, or unable to extricate themselves from all kinds of broken love, and they can't help themselves.

That routine, interlocking, passion to stop, can't stop, then fall into the trap, the friendship boat is said to be overturned, and the love ship is said to sink into the dust.

It's just that the male knows, and the male hormones will naturally surge in this season, and the love that will be done will fly to the back of the magnetic knowledge of the chirping and singing, and after a burst of clouds and rain, he will start to start a new life movement.

This doesn't even need to be paid for falling in love, just singing a love song to each other, it's enough to fall in love, how pure, cute, and marriage is also omitted, even the cannon doesn't need to be dated, and it flies away directly, the magnetism knows, shy, and also makes a comfortable and painful chirp.

And under that knowledge, there are factories one after another, and in the middle are those long grasses that can cut people's hands.

That summer, under the sun, I walked by with my schoolbag on my back, of course I didn't walk in a straight line, I always looked east and west, and took off for a while before returning home.

It's just that in front of the green leaves, under the green leaves, there are a lot of cute little ones, they will also call, it seems that they have just begun to learn to speak, screaming, and seem to be looking for it, peeping into it, the male god in their minds, the goddess knows, they hold it in the best and most hidden position they think they think are the best.

And it seems that in youth, the fresh hormones, the cute first love, the shy blush, and the whispering.

Or it is also better than whose singing voice is better and whose story is more moving.

But then my shadow came darkly.

Huge hands reached into the grass, and I said to myself, wow, got it.

One by one, I was so happy that I grabbed it all over my hand, and I picked up a tin can and put it in it.

They screamed in despair in the jar of darkness.

Mommy, Mommy, Daddy, Daddy.

And the father and mother attached to the wall of the factory, watching their children being arrested, angry, resentful, eyes staring at the tin can in my hand, I grinned, as if they were not used to seeing me hanging like this, but they couldn't beat it, helpless, my mouth grinned deeper, deeper, until it became a slit.

But I still don't think it's enough, these adolescent knows, all the way, almost all the grass, as long as there is a sound, I will hear the sound and go away, catch them, or some of them are very responsive, it seems that they have been frightened by other children before, and they have antibodies, conditioned reflexes, and some have not made a sound, but they have also been discovered by me and buried in my death jar.

Returning with a full load, when I was about to get home, there was still a zongzi leaf tree on the side of the road, on its body, and the grass under it, there were many adolescent acquaintances, they seemed to only open to learn to rap, and they were swept away by me, because it was a small slope of grass, next to a large field of lush green plants, I seemed to be trapped in a small bush, stepped on the air, the whole person almost rolled down the slope, I gasped, grabbed the jar, that is, grabbed all the way to the present, dozens, still screaming in the jar.

In the jar, what happened? I miss Mom, Woo Woo, where are we now? I want to go home, what about my goddess? What about my boyfriend? What about my cousin? What about my sister? Where are you? Woooooooo

I was so upset that I shook the tin cans to calm down, but the protest was louder.

When I got home, in the bedroom, I picked up my mom's orange-red plastic box of knitted clothes and put various colors of wool, but these knew that they were going to fly away and jump away, and I told my mom that I was going to raise these little knowers, you see I caught so much, I showed off my mom to show off my booty, hoping to get her encouragement.

But my mother said that this box can't support these people.

At this time, I was a little lost, because I knew that I was not well-behaved, it was not easy to be controlled, and I was jumping and flying, so I was in another bedroom, in the corner, there was a potted plant, a pot, sprinkled with some soil, and then plugged on, grafted a night primrose in front of the yard.

I just tried it a few times and then gave up, and I knew that I put it on the pole and ran away after a while.

So I started playing the slaughter game, and I picked up the tiny needle, which was my spanking cold and fever needle, and I collected some of it.

So these unfortunate and poor people knew that I used the needle to go from one end of the eye to the other, because these insects knew that there was no bleeding, and there did not seem to be anything unusual.

I don't seem to feel their pain, and there are some syringes, which were given to me by my classmates, small syringes, and I don't know what those syringes are used for, and I always feel that those syringes are worthless, and I put them coldly on the table, so those who were grabbed by my two fingers know, tearing and screaming, they can only do this, keep tearing and screaming, and there is no strength to break free from my strong fingers, for them.

One by one, the tiny needles passed through their eyes, and I counted them, and there were more than twenty of them.

At the time, I thought that they would now seem to be taxidermies, and at that time, there were many specimens of insects and leaves in the texts, small nature textbooks.

But finally I killed them, and their eyes, through the sharp needles, I seemed to think that this hatred was beautiful, and called my mother to see it.

At this time, my mother pouted, oops, why is it so cruel.

I said, it's beautiful and can be made into a specimen.

Mom said that after a while, it will rot, how to make it, how to do it.

But I still thought it was okay, since I couldn't feed it, and I would run away if I jumped around, so I made it into a specimen.

And my mother said she wanted to use the sewing kit, and I had to wash the tin cans and put them in.

Later, I caught a snake or a big loach-like fish in a relatively fast river, with sharp horns and fins on its head, and when I caught it, I seemed to have caught a behemoth, and I clung to it and did not let go, and screamed, I caught a big fish. It was the biggest fish I had ever caught with my bare hands, and it wasn't an ordinary fish.

My friends were very envious, and on the issue of feeding, I first thought about whether it was feasible to know whether it was feasible, but when I opened the lid of the tin can, we were nauseous.

Since then, I have sometimes had nightmares, those corpses, piled up, blackened, limbs began to rot, and inside were the most disgusting things, some maggots that had entered inexplicably, and I screamed when I saw that scene, and hid away, I didn't dare to think about that scene again.

And the big fish, after about a week, also died, and it seemed that it didn't eat anything, such as rice, but the earthworm and the like swallowed it in one gulp, but also because of the trouble of catching earthworms, or not diligent, and not diligent in changing the water, finally died one day, the body turned white, turned white, I was a little afraid to approach, the stench, finally my brother was instructed by my mother to pack the black plastic bag and throw it away, and the iron can, I also threw it into the black plastic bag, and threw it away.

These poor beings, artificially but unconsciously and unconsciously did it so naturally and my cousin found a lovely newborn little wild cat, and instigated and called for help to call me, and snatched it in the crack of the stairs, and.

It was the meeting that dragged to an end, and those sharp-toothed bats were basically no threat to us, dead and wounded, crippled, and some groaning screams.

Finally, we could be relieved from the thrill in the rock cave just now, and without taking a few breaths, the stone box that was blown off by the detonator explosion, at this time, the rotten piece of flesh inside, maybe also the heart, the internal organs, but also shaking, it was amazing, we held our breath and stared at the stone box.