[I am suspicious by nature, even if I am bathed in the sun, it is difficult to drive away the darkness in my heart, they are hidden in a corner of my body, deep-rooted. This may have something to do with my unfortunate background, the environment made me feel less like talking to people anymore, so I always talked to the person in the mirror, and I could hear him talk over time.

At the age of fourteen, a year before entering high school, my moody personality finally proved in my world, and it all came from a rabbit. I have a docile personality since I was a child, kindness is an adjective that has been with me for a long time, and honesty and timidity also come from this, especially when children of the same age snatch snacks or toys from me, at that moment, I gradually become a laughing stock in their eyes. I love small animals very much, and I am often with them, even if I can't understand their conversations, but it reassures me, at least more than people, and my habits of isolation begin to evolve from that moment, like the hollow amaranth rooted in the rice fields, the phoenix eye blue floating on the shore of the lake, unattended, will multiply unchecked, crowding out other plants or suffocating them, as if isolating the emotional color of my nature.

I've never met people who are like-minded to me, and even those lovely female classmates who may whisper in my ear how much they like those pets and enjoy the pleasure of caressing their smooth coats, but when they get tired of it, they will avoid it and become impatient. In short, I have never looked at them squarely, even if there are two beautiful girls who have a crush on me, I always resent and resist them in my heart. Sometimes I dreamed more than once that I held a knife in my hand, silently slashing through the neck of the sow like a butcher, and the blood gushed freely, just like the joy that was out of control in my heart.

The rabbit's head was very large, and its whole body was dark and glowing, especially in a dark corner, or behind a wooden cabinet, and it was less beautiful than a ten-thousandth of what it could describe. After attending my grandfather's funeral, I undoubtedly found it in a cemetery halfway up the mountain, and I thought it was very special, even so clever, squatting on a grave, hiding behind a flower plant, staring at me as if I were looking at it, whether I was going forward or backward, it was always staring at me, staring straight at me.

Looking out the window, I always find that people love their faithful dogs, feed them like their own children, and don't need to further explain the joy they get from it. If you have tasted the bitter taste of the injustice of the people in society, then you will never forget the self-sacrifice and selfless love of beasts.

I often hold it in my arms, sleep with him, feed it myself, and even feed it the same food as me, perhaps because I am very infectious, so he even eats meat. Dipping my fingers in the tender and delicious gravy, it always trembles and licks my tongue with excitement, which makes my heart itch and I am in a good mood. I named it "Luopu", and my grandfather's elder was from the Lidong people, which means "spiritual thing" in the Lidong language. It was really spiritual, and wherever I went, up or down, even when I went out, it followed me, and there was always a bunch of neighing dogs chasing after my ass, and I had to hold it in my arms. Later, this dependence did get worse, and I couldn't get rid of it even if I tried my best to get rid of it, even if I locked it in the closet, and the next morning, out of nowhere, it came out again, haunted me, and rubbed back and forth at my feet.

It lasted until a month before the high school entrance examination, and I invited a female companion to my home to review her homework, she was just my classmate, sitting at the table in front of me, and all I was staring at her black and bright hair, and there was a faint smell of daylilies. Although her appearance is not as outstanding as her studies, she can be regarded as a petite and lovely beauty with those whispering adjectives hidden in the class.

As soon as she entered the house, the damned rabbit spotted her, and then went mad at her, and my shouting didn't help. But unexpectedly, this also won the favor of my female classmate, so I squatted down and hugged it into my arms, which was terrible, it kicked its limbs and legs, desperately rushing into its arms, making the girl giggle. Later, when I was tutoring in my room, I didn't listen to it at all, and my ears kept echoing its unbridled cooing, and this guy climbed over the desk several times, bouncing left and right on my messy textbook. Seeing the change in mood, I don't know where the anger came from, grabbed its two towering ears, pulled it up, angrily pushed open the door, and threw it out. Poor guy thumped and fell on the wooden chair in the corner.

But it didn't take long for it to come again, and it croaked like a nasty crow in the window outside the balcony, and it stung my eardrums, so I threw it all over the wooden cabinet in the basement, and there were two brick boards pressed on it, and I guess it must not be able to get out now. At last, I was cleared, but my temper changed because of this, and I became moody, getting worse and worse day by day, squandering uncontrollable bad emotions at every turn, completely ignoring their feelings, and whether I could accept them gladly. In one class, I actually insulted the girl in the front seat, so frightened that she cried bitterly, and even the teacher was terrified, because I willfully picked up a steel ruler and slashed at her head, but I used too much force, my feet slipped, and I fell to the ground and fainted.

Later, I was invited to my parents and went to the campus infirmary, where a middle-aged woman in a white lab coat explained that I was suffering from pre-exam anxiety and adolescent rebellion. After a period of meditation, I was able to heal myself, so I took a two-day break from school three weeks before the high school entrance examination. When I got home, I didn't do anything, I sat in front of the yard in a daze, and the brown curly dog next door came out of the fence hole with its tail wagging its tail. It must have raised its forelimbs and threw itself on my thigh, but instead of touching its small, sluggish head in a friendly way, I stood up and gave it a grumpy kick. Whining...... With a few hoarse wails, it rose into the air, fell heavily into the grass, limped back to the dog cave with its tail between its legs, and for the rest of the year I was always looking for every opportunity to spoil the poor creatures, but I felt pity for Lope and could not bear to do it.

Late one night, when my parents were out and I was home alone, I went upstairs to find Lopu hiding at the top of the stairs and staring at me. This guy ran out again, and for some reason looking at its honest expression, there was an indelible surge of anger in my heart, and I couldn't bear it anymore, so I used it as a punching bag. As I sat on the couch reading a book, Luo Pu passed by, and I knew that this guy was avoiding me, worried that I would lock him in a dark wooden cabinet again. So, with lightning speed, I rushed over and grabbed it with a wave of my right arm. It screamed like a human, and when it saw my fierce face, it couldn't help but bite my index finger, leaving a small tooth mark.

The sarcastic tooth marks, like its contempt for me, suddenly I was possessed by an evil spirit, and I was furious, and for a moment my brain was dull and forgetful, and the once good soul broke away from my shell, as if it had been squeezed out and dissipated by the cold eyes of men. I thought I was a vicious devil, and I was so fierce that I grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table and grabbed the beast's throat. Then I stared at its watery eyes, as if begging me, but I completely ignored its pitiful feelings, and pried its two sharp teeth and gouged them out viciously. Still frantically struggling, blood soaked my fingers red, and shredded flesh splattered on my chest.

The next day dawned, and the blinding light of the dawn woke me up from my couch, and when I regained my senses, I regretted all the sins I had experienced, and even though my face was red and shivering, it was at best a faint and vague feeling. The depths of my soul are still untouched by it, so when my evil thoughts extend and my anger rises, the sins of my actions are forgotten. I thought it was all coming to an end, after all, the poor beast hadn't been seen since, and I knew it had been avoiding me, and it was afraid of me, just as I felt a little guilty about it. Sometimes, as I walked down the hallway, it would run frantically downstairs or disappear into some corner of the grass in the backyard, and I could only catch its frightened phantom and weak mood.

I thought this was the end, but it wasn't until after the high school entrance examination that the pre-exam anxiety that the middle-aged woman in the infirmary had said was finally a thing of the past. But one night, around mid-August, my parents went to a dinner party at a neighboring city, and the weather was so hot that even if I turned the air conditioning to the lowest, it didn't get any better. So I went to the bathroom to shower and soaked my whole body in the cold water of the bathtub, leaving only one face on the murky water, gasping for relief.

Just as I was enjoying the moment, suddenly, I heard a noise outside the bathroom door, grunting...... Cuckoo...... It's the beast that's barking! The sound reminds me of its twisted mouth. In fact, I also felt sad because it disliked me, after all, it used to love and stick to me so much, and after all, I had a good conscience. But when I got up and stood naked in front of the mirror, the irrepressible anger rushed to my heart, and evil thoughts gradually devoured my brain. Out of this deep desire in my heart, the desire to seek trouble for myself, to go against my nature, to do evil for the sake of doing evil, I went so far as to continue to poison that innocent beast.

I grabbed it, and yes, let it hide in a chest in the basement, and I found it anyway! I tugged at its two long, paralyzed ears, lifted them up, and hung them in front of my eyes. It wasn't struggling, it wasn't moving, maybe it knew it couldn't do anything about it, it couldn't escape my clutches. Even the eyes of supplication dimmed, lost their luster, and were drowsy. I hung my head stiff, my face grim, and my pupils wide open, just to see its dying side more clearly. It seemed to laugh at me, to show disdain for me, and thus to provoke the atrocities I inflicted on it. Yes, yes, I gouged at its pupils as hard as I plucked out its teeth, and its body twitched indirectly, until I held those two gray eyeballs in my hands, and it lost its shaking.

In the sink, the blood washed the white bath, and I felt that my hands had become even more gray, perhaps the nails had penetrated the blood of the beast, and it was inexhaustible, like a muddy soul that could not be purified. As midnight fell, I dragged Lopu's body to the front yard and tied a long wire around its stiff neck, wrapping it around until its fur was thick with blood. Hanging it from a branch, tears welled up in my eyes, and my heart was full of remorse, it died, it finally died. I did this because I knew the rabbit had doted on me, because I knew it hadn't offended me, and because I knew it was unjustifiable. The sin of going into hell is so heinous that my wretched soul will never be reborn, and if it were possible, not even the merciful and awesome gods would be able to forgive my sins.

I was so grief-stricken that my vision was blurred, but the man in the mirror was still laughing, and this heart-rending laughter resounded in my head, and then I started laughing, laughing heartily, because I knew that the person who showed a grim smile was myself.

Fifteen years later, my wife died at home, and when I found her body, she was hanging from a branch in the front yard, so I buried her body overnight on a mountainside not far away. I knew that weeping wouldn't save her soul, so I scraped the dirt against her petite body in search of psychological solace. As I was leaving, as dawn approached the next day, I found a rabbit at the grave not far away, and it was very special, even very clever, crouching behind a flower and plant, staring at me as if I were looking at it, whether I was going forward or backward, it was always staring at me, staring at me.

My heart was empty, and I was left with only loneliness, so I stepped forward and picked it up, and the cute guy kicked his limbs and legs, desperately rushing into my arms, making my heart itch and feel good. 】

The campfire made a slight explosion, and as it approached midnight, everyone fell silent in this strange story, and they all looked at Mu Tianyu with surprised and blank eyes. "Yes, this is the first job I got when I first started in the industry, and when I took the medical book and saw him for the first time, I knew it was all too late, he was terminally ill, and the depression of mental anguish prompted him to completely lose his nature, who would have thought that he was once just a poor child. That's why I chose this job, in this unforgiving world, there will always be someone who needs help, and I may not be able to help the world, but at least I can do my best. Of course, in fact, Mu Tianyu didn't say that this was the first time he came into contact with the supernatural event, evil spirits lurked in all corners of the darkness, and once the people with weakened wills met, the evil power would occupy their entire hearts.

"And what about later? What happened to the man? Tan Lin, who rarely spoke, finally spoke, and she asked very curiously.

Mu Tianyu didn't expect her to ask such a question, after all, such a story has no ending, after thinking for a while, Mu Tianyu shook his head and sighed: "Unfortunately, he committed suicide in the end." He got up and walked towards the tent on the left side of the bus, leaving a deep voice behind his back. Even psychotherapy could not save his already corrupted soul, and once the killing began, it was impossible to stop. But I found that exposure to such things could not change the status quo, and I could not do anything about it, so I had to resign and go away to live a life that I could live. ”