4742 has been my life's name since I was born.

I don't know, why the name is called and what its meaning is.

It's like I don't know what I'm living for, what my value is.

From the time I was sensible, I was spurned as an alien. Because the people who were born with me have golden eyes, and I am black.

I learned the art of hunting with them, and I heard that it was to kill my own father, to fulfill my religious duties, and to reproduce the next generation in a short life before dying of old age, and I heard that my ancestors were all like this, and I was no exception. But I don't understand why my life is so short, why I can't have a seventy-year-old life like an ordinary human being. I asked the bishop, and he replied to me that this would be the only way to reproduce and not to face extinction of our species.

During a prayer meeting, I stumbled upon a yellowed booklet in the bonsai compartment of the church, which illustrated the reasons why our race became the way it was. I realized that I was a member of a cursed race, who had turned away from the Lord and embarked on a path of no return in order to survive, but the people around me continued to be busy with their short lives, they did not know how to think, and they lived like animals in nature according to the forms given by nature.

It only took three hours to learn the hunting technique, and the next thing we have to do is to assassinate our own father. The seniors said that their alertness was very poor, they grew up in a carefree environment, and once they encountered an accident, they did not have the slightest resistance. I'm going to assassinate my own father with 4756, and one of the two shaking bodies is my father, huh? Why do you have to kill them? At this time, 4756 has already started, and it has completed its mission very smoothly and beautifully. I hesitated, and rushed over. I want to see him! Because in a sense he gave me life, I wanted to look at him more, so I didn't start from behind, I faced him and called him daddy, but with horror and murder in his eyes, he reached out and touched the back of his waist, I immediately understood that he wanted to kill me, out of instinct I cut off his head with my vigorous body, but I felt very calm, as if I was born to do this. Then I began to divide him with what I had learned, destroy the marks, and engrave the letters, and then reproduce the offspring, and then my descendants would do the same. I hate this, I hate it!

4756 helped me pack the body and handed it to me, his golden eyes winked at me and said, "Go back, we have a limited life." I froze for a few seconds, then took the body and said to her, "Thank you, but I forgot something urgent, you can go back first." ”

After 4756 left, I put my emblem in my father's hand and squatted and thought for a minute.

What the hell is me? Is this how to live? But I love life! I don't want my life to be like this! You can't just turn into a cold corpse! I have thoughts! There are beliefs, ideals, and aspirations that those golden-eyed monsters don't have! I don't want life to melt slowly, I want to live my own life! Live yourself!

I affirmed my thoughts and gradually translated them into actions. After putting my father's body in the garbage bin, closing the lid and kneeling, kowtowing, I swear! I'm not a golden-eyed monster, I'm going to hunt them like zombies and viruses!

4756 returned to the church and told the bishop that 4742 had betrayed them, and the bishop was shocked and hated at first, but by this time the police were already outside to seal the dance hall.

―――――――― suddenly-look-I-is--dividing line-sheep-small-six-chase-wave-head--Hair Rogier kicked open the door of the ballroom, it was pitch black inside, he used his flashlight to look for the switch of the distribution box, and when he found it, he turned on all the lights. What catches your eye is a rectangular dance floor of nearly 400 square meters in the middle, with colorful atmosphere lights shining everywhere overhead, the surrounding lights are pink and dim, and the corners of the coffee-colored glass are neat rows of customer tables, the tables are dirty, there are half-smoked cigarettes, some have eaten a small half of pasta, there are wine glasses left, and even on the table in the corner, there are syringes, powders, and pills of unknown purpose. At the front of the dance floor is a red curtain with a black stand microphone in the center. On the right side is the cash register, which sells alcohol, snacks and other consumption.

Rogier carefully looked at his surroundings, his brain was racing, many small places flashed in his mind, and his eyes were no longer lazy, but extremely sharp, and he noticed a candlestick-shaped retro electric lamp embedded in the wall next to the cash register, and a drop of undried white paint on the ground directly below, so he walked over. He crouched down to find a cigarette butt inside the counter, next to the black footprints left by his feet stepping over the ashes, and the third curved iron rod of the candlelight was relatively new.

After his brain processed this information, he gently fiddled with the third curved iron rod of the candle lamp, and then there was a "Peng" sound from the corner not far away, which was the sound of the iron door opening.

"Sure enough, it's ingenious." He walked around the corner with his glasses on. The candle light is a secret door, because if the large venue is only this one, this is the first question, the white paint on the ground indicates that there are more people using this switch, rubbing off the paint on the wall, so it is necessary to repair the paint for a long time, how can there be cigarette butts in the internal area of the counter, which bold salesman dares to smoke in front of the guests? The third bend of the candle lamp is often touched, so it does not fall dust, and it will look relatively new.

Rogier walked slowly to the doorway of the secret door, a bottomless passage that meandered into the depths, swallowed up by darkness at the end of the sight.

In the underground church, a man dressed in a black priest's outfit is leading the golden-eyed women in prayer. It is difficult to tell whether even a very observant person is forty or sixty years old, his face is emaciated and emaciated, his skin as rough as orange peel envelops protruding bones, his brown beard has not been groomed for many days, it is unkempt, his eyes are deep-set, an unnatural light overflows, his hands are thin and wrinkled, he should be the bishop. He was standing on the stage and reading something, and there were hundreds of golden-eyed women sitting below, all praying very devoutly, and if you watched closely as they set up the reading platform, it was a pile of white bones! There are big and small, thick and thin, just like that!

"I'm sorry to spare you for the prayer time." From the back of the quiet church came a soft word, but the word betrayer was very stressful.

Suddenly, a hundred pairs of golden eyes suddenly turned to look at him, and the person who came was a handsome man with an indifferent attitude, and the man put on his glasses.

"Who are you!" From the silent church came the bishop's stern shouting.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's important to receive the will of the Lord to cleanse your filthy souls." After speaking, Rogier took out a folding dagger from his jacket pocket, the dagger was in an unopened state, just a lighter-sized bronze copper block, the copper block was engraved with a thumb-sized black and white Tai Chi pattern, he lightly pressed the "white" part of the Tai Chi pattern, and listened to the sound of "poof", the copper block became a dagger of about 25 centimeters, the dagger tip and blade were particularly sharp, and it was still dazzling in this slightly dark environment. Rogier stepped back with his left foot and put the dagger behind his back in a grappling stance with his right hand.

"I can't help myself! It's a pipe dream to challenge so many of us with your own strength! The bishop waved his hand, and sharp knives like firewood knives appeared in the hands of those golden-eyed women.

"Alone?" A sneer rose at the corner of Rogil's mouth, and suddenly, he saw that the sharp part of the dagger flashed an electric current like yellow lightning, and it was moving erratically.

"Oh? Psychic? ”

"It's Suneng." As soon as Rogier's words fell, the muscles of his legs suddenly burst out.