Light and shadow.

There is always darkness that the sun does not shine on.

There is no absolute light, and there is no absolute darkness. Light and shadow comedy.

In the time and space where light and shadow are intertwined, only the banner of discipline is waving in the wind, and someone once asked him, "If life could be repeated, would you still choose the current life?" ”

Is the current life trajectory normal, what is the beginning and end of the life that can be restarted?

He is a little devil, neither a demon nor a human, an alien born in the cracks of the human psyche, a little demon hatched from the devil's egg. The little devil, who is neither a demon nor a human, sways from side to side in the gap between the two, and is disgusted by both humans and demons. Demon mother, demon, takes pleasure in chasing and killing little devils, and humans don't want dark little devils to exist in the world for a long time. Since there are little demons left, and they don't recognize their existence, human beings are such a complex of contradictions.

There is a third party.

A humanoid person who can be summed up with madness.

Dr. G is the third group. He discovered the devil's egg, he found the little devil hatched from the devil's egg, men, women, the elderly, young children, as long as there are people with hearts, who can guarantee that the soul will not be polluted, who can guarantee that the soul will not produce cracks, the slander and ridicule of colleagues and superiors, the cold eyes of classmates and partners, the white eyes of the opposite sex, there are too many unsatisfactory things in life, saints will cry and scold their father, not to mention annoying. It is possible for a human being to give birth to a demon egg, and the possibility does not mean that it is certain. A person who can give birth to a demon egg is also a strange being. In the devil's egg, the little devil absorbs many dark elements such as human darkness, cruelty, despair, and slaughter, and people are surrounded by hope and despair, hope and despair wrestle, and in the case of unequal circumstances, the state of resentment is inevitable.

Dr. G found a dying woman, a woman like her, who was ordinary, young, and ordinary, found a man as ordinary as her, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, mated, and reproduced the next generation of ordinary people. Life passes through the silence and ordinary, until death.

Life is a splendid firework, everyone is a firecracker, and the damp firecracker must always be recognized.

The subject of Dr. G's research is the damp firecracker, the sad and ordinary woman who should have married, had children, grew old, and died like an ordinary woman. Once the course of life is disrupted, women are hit harder than men. The unfortunate woman, whose husband and daughter had died before her, and whose body was numb when there was no hope of life. Looking back on this life, women sadly find that there is nothing to love in life and nothing to think about in death. People say: Mourning is greater than heart death. Can you ever know that the heart is dead.

There are no memories, and memories are a mess that you don't want to take care of.

There are no relatives, and relatives are people who can speak human words and wear the skin of relatives under bit by bit.

I have never loved, what is love.

I have never pursued, the pursuit is a kite with a broken line, yearning for the sky, but falling lonely.

At the last moment of a woman's life, in her empty heart, there was a dark red demon egg, although weak, but also sub-healthy growth.

In the hospital, there is hope of survival, and there is also a lonely death, and death nourishes the demon egg in a woman's heart.

"I need love."

The demon egg murmured before it hatched.

After absorbing the remnants of the mother's spiritual power and vitality, the demon's egg broke out, that is, a weak little demon, a shriveled body, cowering eyes, and a desire for life, a complete annihilation of human nature. Unprecedented despair and hope urge the little devil to find a better way to survive, different from the mother's wonderful way of survival.

Overstaffed.

People float in the world.

"I am a living being like no other."

The little devil breathes in the suffocating smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Someone grabbed the little devil with his hand.

The person who appeared in front of the little devil was none other than Dr. G.

In Dr. G's opinion, the dying will also be of the greatest value, with fresh organs and demonic eggs nourished by desperate souls. Dr. G is waiting for the little devil, the little devil who was born from a human being, but is not a demon.

The little devil looked at Dr. G, who had been wandering around the hospital for many days. Healthy people in the hospital, can't see him. In addition to the vigorous babies and toddlers, the little devils can be seen, but also the dying.

The beginning of man, the end of man, how similar, the arrival of the red stripes, the departure of the stripes. A child who is detached from the mother. Palace, buried in the Son of Darkness. Palace. Babies don't communicate with the little devils, they just simply regard the little devils as a little friend who can relieve boredom, and the old people often say that babies will see ghosts because the eye of heaven has not yet closed, and they have their own reason for saving zài.

The little devil follows Dr. G out of the hospital. Because of disgust, stay in the same place, strange corners are no longer strangers, strangers become strangers, familiar people, sleep and never wake up. The little devil gradually deviated from the normal trajectory.

"What awaits me?"

"Rebirth, or ruin."

Dr. G was conclusive.

The little devil believes it or not.

Always find some joy in life, because to live.

In Dr. G's real yàn room. The little devil finally knows what life is better than death, and the desire for immortal death. Dr. G is even more terrifying and interesting than the little devil imagined.

Because it is an important body, Dr. G's classification of the little devil is: the body of diffuse phosphor powder.

The little devil that Dr. G discovered, his body was covered with scales, and the scales wrapped around his weak body, a thick protective layer, separating the little devil from the present world. Some people will stay in their own world, and so are the little devils, more persistent than those who are bound to a small circle.

Life in the real yàn room is interesting and painful.

Staying in one place, people will feel repulsed, bored, want to leave, but also miss.

The body of diffuse phosphorus powder, because he hates the caretaker of the real yàn room, so when he leaves, it is extremely refreshing to make that person's chrysanthemum feel refreshed.

"Why, Little G said I'm incomplete?"

The little devil has no solution.

The little devil left from Dr. G, and Dr. G did all kinds of real things to the little devil, which people could not bear, and the little devil had no feelings, and he didn't feel anything about Dr. G, because he was bored, and he left with Dr. G, because he was bored, and he was a beautiful man quietly, and he was a little devil of Dr. G. Because I was bored, I left.

A sense of belonging.

The little devil can't find a sense of belonging. From the moment he was born from the mother's heart, he took away the mother's remaining vitality. Yan zhòng lacks maternal love, or what? The flickering scales on the little devil's body will fly out when rubbed together, and the living creatures contaminated with phosphorus powder will dry up their hearts and urgently need to find a replacement for their mother's love.

"Oh, isn't this the poor little devil."

In front of the little devil, a woman appeared.

The woman wears sunglasses, curly blond hair, and a strand of high-dyed silver hair on her forehead blocking the outside of the sunglasses.

“…… Who are you? Why can you see me? ”

The little devil asked.

The woman casually waved her right hand and blew away the phosphorus powder that the little devil had released at her.

"A weak little devil like you, let you roam the city, how long can you live?"

Seems weak.

The woman's hand grabbed the little devil's arm, scratched, pulled.

A large mass of scales was torn from the little demon's arm, and the woman directly touched the scales and phosphorus powder, unaffected by them in the slightest.

The little devil was surprised.

The woman rubbed the scales in her hands into a handful of shiny dust, raised her hand, and spread them.

The little devil avoids the woman.

If she did it, the little devil believed that his body bones would turn to ashes if he rubbed them in someone's hands.