Even the Joker in "Batman", he pursues chaos and disorderly personality, he likes to find pleasure in other people's perceptual subversion and intellectual madness, and his character who wants people to wander between good and evil has gradually evolved step by step.

Even Zhao Fukong in "Infinite Terror", when he grew up to be a murderous pervert, when he faced the final death, there was a hidden unknown touching and love exposed.

Even the naked corpse Tibetan in "The Shining", in his immortal life, it is not difficult to find the true reason for everything he did.

I'm going to tell the story of a powerful murderer, but the theme of this story, I call it......

People who ignore life are actually only seeking something more important than life.

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Rainy nights in London, cold, icy and desolate.

The thunder was like a drum roaring.

Lightning bolts pierced the night sky, blasting the room through the window.

In the messy, alcohol-filled, garbage-filled room, the nine-year-old boy's face turned even paler.

The little mongrel does not reject the roaring thunder, or that only the roar of the thunder in the ears can suppress the crazy wails of women and the roars of men.

He was thin, thin, ragged, and no different from a little beggar.

He has silver hair, black eyes, and white skin, and is even more beautiful than a small porcelain doll.

He was even worse off than the beggars on the streets of London and on the Underground.

Pick up food discarded by others from the dumpster and drink from your head under a rusty pipe.

Sitting on the side of the street, receiving coins and change thrown by others, he didn't dare to spend them indiscriminately, and wanted to take them all back to the woman he called his mother.

What's even more tragic is that every time that woman is abused by that man in bed and vents, she will vent her anger on herself like crazy.

As it is now.

The decaying wooden door of the door frame made a creaking sound when pushed open, and the red fruit woman with a pale face characteristic of a drug addict but an incomparably graceful body strode in.

She is the biological mother of the little mongrel, and she doesn't care about her body being exposed in front of her son, even if the black and purple lower body and the yellow and white intersecting mucus drips, she is not ashamed.

Like a queen, she condescendingly pointed at the little mongrel and said, "Come here." ”

The little mongrel who had been kneeling raised his head, his delicate but bruised little face without a trace of fear, and his eyes were as calm as stagnant water.

He got up and walked over to the woman.

The woman leaned down and took him in her arms—not a mother's affection for her son, but a different kind of madness and hatred.

She tore the little mongrel's already tattered shirt with all her might, revealing a miserable young body full of bruises and scars, and then her eyes erupted with incomparable resentment, opened her beautiful mouth, and bit down on the shoulder of the little mongrel, her teeth entered the flesh, and the blood instantly flowed all over her shoulders and down her chest and back.

At the same time, her ten fingers, which had been painted with red nail polish, slammed into the flesh of the little mongrel, and she couldn't wait to deduct a large piece of flesh.

As if she couldn't understand this, she shifted her mouth to the other shoulder, biting it desperately, and her two hands pinched and twisted the little mongrel's body, almost venting all the strength of her body.

The little bastard was in pain, but not enough to make him moan.

First, he was used to this kind of pain, even numbness, and second, he also knew that once he screamed, he was afraid that this woman would abuse him even more frantically.

His gaze is like a pool of stagnant water, and there are no waves in the ancient well.

After venting for a long time, the woman finally looked tired, stood up and breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her smooth wrist, and then slapped the little bastard in the face with her hand, knocking the nine-year-old child out of the air.

It's the same vent, but the woman's smooth body is much more intact than that of a little mongrel, because the man won't let her body have obvious scars, and he also needs her to go out to make money, to earn money for him to smoke and drink, and for herself to earn money to buy drugs.

She pointed at the little mongrel viciously and said, "Put on the clothes for the old lady, don't let outsiders see it and think that the old lady is abusing you!" ”

The little mongrel got up and put his torn shirt back on his body, and the torn parts were barely tied together, making him look more like a beggar.

Ignoring the pain in his body and the blood in his shoulders, he let his clothes stain red with blood, and turned to walk towards the door.

As soon as he arrived at the door, a wine bottle flew into the air, smashed on the door frame, and shattered.

The splinter cut a bloody streak on the little bastard's face, but he didn't even wipe it, and he didn't look back.

The man's roar came; "If you don't beg for Lao Tzu's wine money tomorrow, Lao Tzu will beat you to death!"

The little mongrel calmly opened the door and walked out of the rainy night in London.

The rain poured down, drenching the body, and the rain-soaked wounds became more and more painful.

Although the little mongrel is young, he also knows that it is impossible to beg for money on the street now, so he wants to go to the subway station to beg.

The heavy rain soaked every corner of the body, the biting cold seeped into the soul, but there was no joy or sorrow on the face of the little mongrel.

He has been subjected to such abuse since he had a thought, and he has always been cautious, but no matter how much he tries to survive in the cracks, he cannot stop the abuse that has befallen him.

Although the woman is married to a man, the little mongrel is not the son of a man, and he doesn't even know who his father is—and the woman doesn't know either.

Eight years ago, when a woman was a sister, she had never been clean and self-loving, and gangsters, prostitutes, handsome guys in bars, and even beggars under the bridge were her guests. Until the same rainy night, the woman saw the man who was the boss, and at the same time knew that she had a child, so she pretended to seduce the man to bed, and then threatened the man with the life of the little mongrel who was still in the mother's womb and married herself.

The woman's sweet appearance, coupled with a little drunken strategy, made a Chinese man marry her, who is also Chinese.

The problem is with the little mongrel, who is a mixed-race Caucasian with black eyes, silver hair, and white skin.

A child born to a Caucasian person and a yellow person can be white or yellow, but a child born to two yellow people without white blood can never be a white race.

The man was furious, but because the divorce party would divide half of his property, he could only choose to continue living.

His tragedy is not only about being a father, two years later, the man went bankrupt.

So the man drank too much, the woman took drugs, and the only income for the two was the money earned by the woman using Miaoman's body.

After being beaten several times, the woman chose to give in to the man, and after being caught and beaten a few times, she no longer dared to run away, and could only vent all her frustration on the little mongrel.

She hated him, and she felt that if it weren't for him, she could have a better life, like the ladies in the rich districts of London, living a luxurious life.

But the little mongrel still has a glimmer of hope for his mother, or he is very longing for the harmony he sees on the street, so he does not want to run away, or dare not run away.

He was not qualified to fight.

He hoped that when the man died, maybe his mother would become more in love with him.

This thought went on for several years.

The streets are silent, and the original streets that never sleep in London are also depressed under the heavy rain.

The bastard was turning into an alley, and he had already memorized the topography of London, so he knew which road was closer to the Underground.

The alleys are dirty and chaotic, and even if they are watered by heavy rain, they still can't suppress the smell of fish, and this corner of London, like many places in the world, is as unbearable as many places in the world, and this alley, I don't know how many men and women have copulated here, and then it is convenient.

He walked straight ahead, only to see a scene around the corner that shocked him.

The tall Caucasian man was pressing a short Caucasian man against the wall with his iron hoop-like palm, smiling hideously.

He said, "For what?" ”

The other person said, "I ...... There is no ......"

He said, "I have seen with my own eyes that you failed to save my wife and my child was stillborn, am I blind!?" ”

The other person said, "That...... That's just...... That's just normal surgery failure......"

He looked very hideous, very angry, and the slightest cold air came out of his body, and even the rain on his body froze: "The operation failed!? It's just premature birth, thousands of women in this world are born prematurely, why is it that only my wife will die!? ”

The short man was obviously a doctor, and although he was stuck and could barely breathe, in order to survive, he still said a lot of medical professional terms.

The tall man obviously disdained the other party's defense, and he smiled evilly: "Since my wife and children are dead, then you can also die for me!" ”

As he spoke, a strange curved dagger appeared in his hand, slowly stabbing into the doctor's throat from the side, and then gently flicked it, and the white throat bone emerged from the gap along with blood.

The doctor's eyes widened in disbelief, and the pupils slowly dilated.

For some reason, watching the man's movements, a strange feeling faintly appeared in the little mongrel's heart.

Some excited, some impulsive.

He inexplicably knew that the other party was letting the doctor taste fear.

The man threw the doctor's dead body aside, gasping for air, and inadvertently turned around, only to see the little mongrel standing in the rain.

His pupils shrank, and his heart pounded.

He is a very powerful killer, and it is absolutely impossible for anyone to pass by within a hundred meters of his body without noticing.

It was undeniable that he had been negligent in his anger before, but even now that he closed his eyes, he could not detect the boy's frozen body at the moment.

There is life in the living, there is death in the dead, and there is no anger in this little child.

Born killer!

The man admired in his heart, but the hideousness on his face did not dissipate, and he opened the murderous aura on his body to the maximum, so that the wet walls around him were faintly attached to a thin layer of frost, and the strong murderous aura fell straight through a distance of more than ten meters and landed on the little mongrel's body.

The little mongrel's face was as usual, but his eyes were hot.

He could feel the biting cold fall on his skin like pins and needles, and he could feel his heart pounding!

When the man walked towards him step by step, he was always used to facing pain, and even had the urge to turn his head and run.

But he didn't run.

This impulse, this tingling, gave him a strange pleasure.

The man walked slowly until he came to the little bastard, and there was an expression of extreme admiration on his face.

He has experienced countless lives and deaths, including his brothers and comrades-in-arms, and has long looked down on death. The wife and children took revenge, and this memory sank into my heart.

Or drinking alcohol later will be painful in retrospect, but the pain should never be savored now.

He smiled, looking like a star who used to be called Beck: "What's your name?" ”

"Little bastard."

"Little bastard?"

"Yes."

"What did you just see?"

"Kill."

"Why don't you run? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you? ”

"The first time I've seen killing." The little mongrel tilted his head to look at the corpse in the distance: "Can you kill people quickly by sticking a knife in your neck?" ”

"That's called cutting your throat." The man laughed wider.

The little mongrel looked up at the man: "Can I learn?" ”

The man froze.