"Why?! Why do you want to do this to us?! ”

No matter how long it has passed, there will always be such voices echoing in my head, every year, every month, and even every minute and every second of every day, these voices will always sound inexplicably, as if the souls of those people who were killed by murderers in the past have a grudge against the murderer who is the executioner, and are unwilling to die, so that every moment, this voice will resound in the heart of the murderer, torturing his heart. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

"Enforce justice? Hahahahaha! No kidding, you're just an executioner! It's no different from what we do! ”

From time to time, the appearance of those scum who make murderers want to eat their flesh and drink their blood will come to mind, as the reason for everything to begin, they are naturally stabbed by murderers at the beginning of everything, but ...... He slashed them, but there was no way to calm the anger and hatred in the hearts of the murderers.

"We who turned a blind eye to the tragedy but still hurt her intentionally or unintentionally, they caused the tragedy because of their own yankuai, no matter which side they are, they are all at fault, but if I really have to choose...... No matter how many times, no matter how many times you do it all over again...... I will choose to kill them who caused the tragedy......"

The murderer made a choice at the beginning, and finally embarked on a road of Shura that could not be turned back, he never regretted his choice, from the past a long time ago, to today, many years later, he still can't let the murderer let go, free from the endless shackles and shackles, not the unwilling torture of the dead, nor the hatred and anger of those scum in his mind, just a girl, a ...... Because of his naïve and immature behavior, he was killed in the end and even lost his life.

It was a pain that still could not be relieved in the hearts of murderers. Even if he was no longer willing to remember his name and touch that black memory again, the murderer was never able to put that thing and the girl down, so he naturally couldn't move forward to a new future.

Let's start from the beginning, this is not a story of a murderer, but a story of a dead child whose memory is no longer remembered by the murderer, and is full of beautiful and painful pasts.

The family of the deceased child is not rich, and can even be described as poor and poor, and under the influence of the thoughts of the elders in the family, the parents of the deceased child believe in the old saying that a good person comes out under the golden stick and a filial son under the stick, so in addition to those good memories, the life experienced by the dead child is often accompanied by the picture of the father holding the stick to teach him, as well as the language stimulation and education of the mother.

The first thing to do wrong is not that it is wrong to do so, nor is it to educate yourself that it is wrong to do so, and it needs to be corrected, and the first thing a dead child faces is often a beating by the father with a stick, and then the mother is angry on the side, saying how she gave birth to such a stubborn and disobedient child as you, while educating him that he can't do this.

The dead child still remembers that when he was very young, his father taught him to write his name, but for a young dead child, his name has a lot of strokes, so he always can't learn to write his name correctly, once he writes it wrong, his father hits him with a stick once, and then writes it wrong, and continues to fight, while the mother sighs on the side why her child is so stupid, and even her name can't be written correctly......

I made a mistake, typed, wrote one more stroke, hit, even if I made a pen down, but I succeeded in writing my name, the same to beat, the father was very strict with the dead child, requiring him to write the name in the correct order, and the dead child, until now, I can't remember how many beatings he has received for this name.

The father is very heavy every time, and every time the dead child has to ache for several days to recover, and the mother always sighs in front of the dead child that he is stubborn and stupid, and always compares himself with other people's children.

For stubborn children, it is indeed much faster to use pain to make them remember their mistakes than to verbally educate them to correct them, so the dead children do not hate them, they are indeed for their own good, hoping that they can live a better life in the future, perhaps it is this intention that causes them to be unaware...... What you do will really hurt the dead child's unfully developed mind.

The relationship between the parents is not harmonious, they often quarrel, from the time the dead child remembers, almost every day to quarrel, even the two quarrel in a hurry, will do it, the dead child more than once to pull the parents, hoping to calm them down, but the final result, but they were rudely pushed away, and after he fell to the ground, he stopped the quarrel, and ran to care about whether he had fallen.

It's just that this doesn't work, because the next time they fight, they will still do this, pushing the dead child away and making him fall to the ground......

However, the dead child never hated his parents, he always remembered that when his father went to pick him up from kindergarten after work, he would take him to buy his favorite cream bread, and he would always remember that his mother, who should have rested more due to inconvenient legs, worked tirelessly to take him to cram school even if it was windy and rainy, and then waited for him to get out of class.

“…… Ah, when you grow up, you must become a good person, a righteous and upright person......"

Of course, there is nothing more vivid in the memory of the dead child than his father's teaching, because this is what he says to himself most often.

Maybe it's because of the dead child's own personality, or it may be related to the parent's education style, and the long-term obedience has made the dead child who finally grew up through childhood become a cowardly, introverted, like to read quietly, and is not very good at interpersonal communication.

Well, teasing, at least at first, it was indeed a trick without malice, but after a long time, after discovering that he was a cowardly and fearful child, this kind of teasing became more unscrupulous, and even turned into malicious bullying, and some students with excellent academic performance, I don't know what psychology, joined the ranks of bullying him.

The dead child didn't understand why someone would have unwarranted malice towards him, and according to what his father had taught him, it was not right to use violence to solve it privately, so the dead child tried to ask the teacher for help, and the teacher naturally called those top students to ask, but in the end, the teacher would rather believe the lies of the top students than believe the truth told by the dead child......

After asking for help to no avail, the dead child was naturally greeted with an intensified bullying, this time not only beating, scribbling on his books, or throwing away his school bag, but also those classmates...... No, a creature dressed in human skin but with a twisted heart, gathered to laugh at the dead child's mother as a cripple and a disabled person, which made the dead child surprisingly angry, he had been bullied for so long, he tried to resist for the first time, but in the end he was beaten badly because of the large number of people on the other side.

When he came home that day, the dead child was covered with wounds, and his father, thinking that he was making trouble outside, beat him without listening to his arguments, and the dead child, who had long been accustomed to this, had no other thoughts, and there was only one question that echoed in his heart - why don't you believe me? What do honor students say...... Is it true? Are the words of students with worse grades than them lying about it?

However, the life of a dead child is not dark, even if he is bullied, there is still light in the life of a dead child. Not everyone hates him, not everyone bullies him, and he also has friends.

"Ah~...... Are you here so early today? The sound as crisp as a silver bell pulled the dead child back to reality, looking at the athletic girl with short hair in front of him, and the dead child with ointment on his neck and face showed a shy smile: "Ah...... Ah, yes...... Today...... Didn't feel sleepy today......"

"Cut! Who are you fooling? You were beaten up by your dad again yesterday, right? I know by looking at your cowardice that you must have run out without breakfast, right? Let's eat it! The athletic girl snorted lightly, took out two sandwiches from her school bag, and stuffed one directly to the dead child, looking at the sandwich lying in her hand, the dead child asked with some puzzlement: "Isn't this your breakfast?" If you divide me, you won't be able to eat ...... in the morning."

"Let you eat, eat! What so much nonsense! The athletic girl glared at the dead child, which frightened him so much that he swallowed the second half of the sentence back into his stomach, and honestly unpacked the sandwich, but when he was about to take it, he was interrupted by the energetic voice of the athletic girl: "Wait! Don't eat it yet! ”

The dead child, who thought that he had done something wrong again, was suddenly startled by her, and after keeping his mouth open for nearly a second, he asked timidly: "That...... What's wrong with it? ”

"It's just a simple sandwich, how boring! Of course, I want to add some ingredients~" The athletic girl winked at the dead child, and then pulled out something from the schoolbag that made the dead child's heart tighten, a long tubular one with the Nestle logo on it...... Condensed milk!

"Don't, ahh!!!h

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