The little mongrel nodded.

His heart hurts, it's an inexplicable pain.

His brain also hurt, a strangulation pain.

The killer saw that there seemed to be an inexplicable liquid falling from his small pointed chin to the ground along with the rain on his delicate face.

The appearance of the little mongrel suddenly reminded the killer of his dead wife and children, and his heart throbbed.

He suddenly burst out laughing, very arrogant and arrogant.

Laughing enough, the corners of his mouth were salty, and he grabbed the little bastard by the neck and lifted him up.

It can be seen that this feeling of suffocation is very painful for the little mongrel.

But the killer didn't have a trace of mercy, and he didn't even reduce his strength by half a point, he grabbed his neck like this, and said coldly: "Do you think I really want to take you to that hell!?" ”

His words made the struggling little bastard suddenly stop and look straight at him.

After a few seconds, the little mongrel had already begun to roll his eyes.

The killer sighed and threw the little bastard to the ground, and the latter gasped for breath.

The killer crouched down and looked at him and asked, "Why aren't you struggling?" ”

The little mongrel soothed, looked at him calmly, and said, "The struggle is weak. ”

The killer said, "Then why are you struggling with it?" ”

The little mongrel said, "I thought I wouldn't die then. ”

The killer sneered: "You think I won't kill you? ”

The little bastard said, "If you want to take me away, you won't kill me." ”

The killer said, "But I don't want to take you away." ”

The little bastard said: "Then even if you don't kill me, if I kill someone, I will also die." ”

Neither he nor he believed that the police would not be able to find out the truth about the murder if they burned down the house, not to mention that this was London and there were many admirers of Sherlock Holmes.

The killer was stunned, and Ha Lu Ha Da Lu laughed, and this laugh was more than a minute, until he bent his waist and smiled, until the passers-by by happened to see him as a madman, until the little bastard had already stood up from the rain.

He stopped laughing and said to the little bastard very seriously: "I can take you away, but you have to cut off the feelings!" ”

"What feelings?"

"And you...... Mother's feelings. ”

"You want me to kill her?"

"If you don't kill her, you will live in a predicament forever, of course, maybe she will sell it soon, and then the organs will be gouged up."

"But she's my mother."

"She doesn't treat you as a son, she only treats you as a catharsis, a prop for money, and she doesn't have any feelings for you."

"Maybe I can try to change this, that man is dead."

"As you just said, if you don't come with me, you're dead. But if you want to go with me, you will kill her, and cut off any bonds with this most earthly world. ”

The killer became fanatical: "Only then will you become the best killer, and only the best killer will get what you want!" ”

The little mongrel thought for a moment, lowered his head and picked up the curved dagger that had just fallen to the ground, and said, "I know what to do." ”

……

When the woman stepped out of the building, the first thing she saw was a small mongrel.

She opened her umbrella, even though the rain was waning.

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you."

"Looking for me?" A slap in the face, "Don't go begging, what are you looking for me for!?" ”

The little mongrel got up from the water stains on the ground and said like a robot: "I found a leather bag of money, but I dare not take it back." ”

The woman's eyes lit up: "Really? Where is it? ”

The little mongrel turned and walked in a certain direction, and the woman knew his character and hurriedly followed.

In a hurry, she didn't even care that the water in the puddle splashed the newly bought black silk.

At the mouth of an alley, the little mongrel pointed to a garbage bin inside: "I put it there." ”

"Really? I don't care about you! ”

The woman excitedly pushed the little mongrel aside, knowing that the little bastard's head hit the wall and the blood was flowing, ignoring it, and putting all her mind on the garbage can.

Lifting the rusty lid, she poked half of her body inside.

The little mongrel quickly got up, reached out and took out the curved dagger that had been hidden in advance, and walked quickly to his mother.

The sound of the dumpster churning was accompanied by the woman's scolding of 'the little mongrel hid things so deeply', and the little mongrel had come behind her.

In just a few steps, his heart was still struggling.

But when he came to her back, the dagger had already stabbed out with both hands without hesitation!

The sharp dagger pierced through the back and stabbed deep into the flesh.

The woman screamed in pain, her back straightened, her body tilted up, and her head slammed into the tin lid.

Under the survival instinct, she kicked backwards in a panic!

The little bastard fell to the ground on his back, opened his mouth to vomit, but immediately got up again, resisted the throbbing pain and discomfort in his stomach, and re-grasped the dagger.

When he stood up, the woman had also crawled out of the dumpster.

She looked back in a panic.

Click!

A bolt of lightning illuminated the alley and the blood-soaked face of the little bastard.

She could clearly see that the little face that she hated was as stiff as a dead man.

Those eyes, which had not shown their brilliance for a long time, bloomed with indescribable light!

It's like a terrible ghost crawling out of hell!

For a moment, she thought of how she had treated this biological son all along, the cute and sweet little face of the other party when she was just born, and the despair in her heart when she saw the little face that belonged to the white race.

She struggled in a panic, holding on to the garbage bin with the pain in her back, trying to get up, trying to escape.

But with the blood, the strength has long been lost.

She barely stood up and fell, but the power of despair still led her to crawl deeper into the alley.

Now she just wants to leave her children far away.

The rain reduces the interest rate, and the small mongrels move slowly.

She fled more and more slowly, but his steps remained the same.

In the midst of his mother's loud begs for mercy, the little mongrel suddenly finds himself in love with the feeling.

The refreshing feeling of numbness all over his body made him step forward and hug his mother's jade neck with his arms, and straightened his mother's body like coaxing a child, making her lie on her back in his arms.

Then he looked at her beautiful pleading eyes, and slowly aimed the curved dagger at the side of her neck.

The dagger slowly pierced into her skin, but she had no strength to struggle.

With the loss of blood, the flesh seems to be numb.

The woman could barely feel the cold, hard dagger stabbing into her throat, but her eyes could not take away from the delicate, dagger-stiff face.

The dagger pierced deeply, but the rain stopped completely.

The last drop of rain that fell on the woman's face did not come from the sky, but from the son's eyes.

The pupil finally lost focus, and the drawn dagger fell to the ground.

The little mongrel wrapped his hands tightly around his mother's neck, allowing blood to flow all over his arms and body.

After a tear fell from his eye, no more tears flowed.

His whole body hurts, but the most painful thing is some illusory and real organ.

In the shadows, the killer slowly walked out, looked at the gradually dissipating dark clouds, and said with unclear semantics: "Cry out, roar out, and vent your feelings at the last time, so that from now on, you will not have such boring things again." ”

In the middle of the night, the lone wolf-like howl that I thought should have sounded did not appear, nor did the miserable and sad scream.

He looked in amazement, only to find that the little mongrel had his hands tightly around his mother's neck, and his body was trembling wildly.

But his eyes, his face were still as calm as water.

The quieter the expression, the more trembling the body!

His lower lip was already bleeding from his teeth, but he didn't make a sound.

The killer's heart is shocked!

"He doesn't want to lose his feelings!"

"That's right! He heard me and didn't want his feelings to go away! ”

"He is afraid that he will never be able to experience his feelings again, so he is unwilling to vent!"

He ...... I want to suffocate all the negative feelings such as pain and sorrow back into my body! I'd rather seal it up than let it dissipate! ”

The killer was deeply shocked by the boy, and his eyes were fixed on the latter.

Then his eyes fell on the skin of the little mongrel.

The skin is full of scars, and there are green worms swimming fast inside!

It's like a bug, it's like a current!

This scene was so familiar, he had seen it many times!

But the child was only seven years old!

At only seven years old, he ......

Accomplished what everyone else ever dreamed of doing!

Chromosomal recombination !!!