Men are killers.

The little mongrel is a witness who has seen through the killer's murder.

The killer looked at the child, and he knew that what he said was sincere, but he couldn't understand why such a child would want to learn to kill.

The little mongrel saw through what he was thinking: "You're curious about what I want to learn to kill?" ”

The killer laughed and kept laughing for a minute before he lowered his head viciously and said to the little bastard, "No need! ”

The corners of his mouth turned up, and he explained: "If you want to learn, I will teach you!" ”

The little mongrel was overjoyed, bowed fiercely, and said, "Thank you, sir!" ”

The killer became more and more unpredictable, and he leaned against the wall with half a layer of frost, and stared coldly at the child standing in the rain for a long time, and then said, "Take off your clothes." ”

Without hesitation, the little mongrel tore open his tattered clothes, revealing his upper body.

Tooth marks wounds, nail wounds, bruises and blood stains all over the body, and there is little good space for the entire upper body.

The little mongrel looked at him and said, "Do you take off your pants too?" ”

Once again, the killer was shocked.

He never imagined that a child would have such a horrible wound on his body!

He came from a place called hell, where there were many children who could easily die if they didn't grow up fast enough.

But the children there may not have so many wounds on their bodies.

The killer's eyes narrowed, and he said, "Who do you want to kill?" ”

"Him."

"Who is he?"

"My father."

"Your father? He gave you this wound? ”

"It's my mother."

"Then why did you kill your father?"

"If it weren't for him, my mother might have loved me."

"Haha The killer looked up to the sky and smiled: "What a wonderful logic! ”

He jerked his head down, his eyes shining: "But I like it!" ”

He shook his hand and shot out the curved blade dagger, which looked like it had nothing special except for its strange shape, and actually stuck it into the concrete ground under the feet of the little mongrel: "Pull it out, and then do what I just did, and insert it into someone's throat from the side." ”

The little mongrel pulled out the dagger with all his strength, looked up and said, "It's so simple? ”

"Killing someone, it's that simple."

The little bastard nodded, pondered for a few seconds, and then said, "Xie Luxie." ”

With that, he turned and ran back the way he came.

The killer closed his eyes and waited a few minutes for the little bastard to leave, then the corners of his mouth turned up and he stepped into the shadows.

The little bastard knew that he didn't have as much strength as cheap Lao Tzu, so if he wanted to kill the other party, he must not force his hand like a killer.

This is also the reason why he immediately walked back for something.

After venting on a woman every night, Cheap Lao Tzu would lie on the sofa and drink and watch TV until he was drunk and fell asleep.

He slept very little and generally watched TV all day during the day while drinking the cheapest alcohol.

Then the only chance to do it is now.

The little mongrel pushed open the door and slowly walked inside.

He knew that his mother had gone out to 'make money', and there were only two people in the room at the moment, himself and Cheap Laozi.

He slowed his steps, hid the curved dagger behind his back, and slowly walked to the living room.

The TV was still flashing, and the voice of the beautiful reporter inside was very loud: "...... The third operation to eradicate sharks in the Baltic Sea has begun, and the mage's strength is clearly stronger than that of the Anomalous One, and the ...... has been achieved in this operation."

The little mongrel didn't care about the TV, his eyes kept falling on the fat neck of the cheap old man.

Surprisingly, his heart beat peacefully, and his brain didn't feel like excitement or panic.

The other party had fallen asleep, half of the bottle in his hand and half on the ground.

He quietly walked over to the man, and then slowly lifted the curved dagger and aimed it at the side of his neck.

He wanted to insert it like this and feel the pleasure of blood splattering, but he hesitated.

The hand touched his neck, very carefully, until he explored the distance between his spine and throat, and then gestured to lengthen it in proportion, and the little mongrel moved the curved dagger to the side.

He didn't know what to say, and outside the window, a pair of burning eyes showed a look of surprise.

He determined the position and held the handle of the dagger together with both hands.

The gaze is serene, like a smear of dead ash.

Suddenly, a blast of thunder rang out in the sky!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a fierce look flashed in the little mongrel's eyes, and he stabbed the dagger down with both hands!

The man didn't even have time to feel the pain, and his body only trembled slightly, and the whole body of the little mongrel fell backwards violently!

His feet pressed hard against the couch, the dagger in his hand sliced through his fat neck, and then the movement of his back completely slit the man's throat and broke it out of his neck.

Blood mixed with dusky fat sprayed the little mongrel head and face.

The brittle bones of the neck are cocked outside the wound.

The little mongrel sat on the ground, very calmly.

However, the people outside the window noticed that the little mongrel at this moment had an excited smile on his face.

The people outside the window were also laughing.

He could see that the little mongrel's laughter was not crazy, not crazy, not the panic and fear that normal people do when they kill people.

That smile should be the smile of a killer!

After killing people, the little mongrel did not turn around and run as imagined by the people outside the window, but spilled the wine on the table that had not yet been drunk on the sofa, and then went to the bedroom to report a pile of sheets and rags, piled up all over the room, and then picked up the lighter next to him and threw it casually.

The whole house burst into flames.

Destroy the evidence? Looking at the little mongrel in the sea of fire, the man outside the window smiled.

The little mongrel turned his head and quietly left, and as soon as he stepped out of the door, his steps stood still.

Because the killer appeared before his eyes.

The little mongrel thought for a moment and handed the curved dagger to the killer.

The killer smiled: "I gave it to you." ”

The little mongrel bowed deeply.

The killer said, "Where are you going next?" ”

"Look for her."

"Your mother?"

"Yes."

"Do you know where she is?"

Of course, the little mongrel knew what to do, so he and the killer stood outside the same door.

The largest underground nightclub in London's Black Street is a four-story building, and with the killer's property, a few bills can lead them to the mother of the little mongrel.

That is, the woman who is in the room with two black men passionately.

The little mongrel waited quietly, and the killer didn't say much.

After more than ten minutes, the three of them, who had been fighting for at least an hour, finally stopped, and one of the lay on the woman's body and said, "What did you think about what I said?" ”

The woman laughed: "That little bastard is really that valuable?" ”

The said: "Of course, the cornea, the kidney, the bone marrow, which is not worth anything?" Anyway, you hate him, isn't it worth 30,000 yuan in exchange for a waste that you wanted him to disappear for? ”

The woman's hand slid under the crotch of another behind her, and she smiled, "Of course, but I don't want money." ”

"And what do you want?"

"Equivalent 'ice'."

There were five people inside and outside the house, including the little mongrel, and everyone knew what 'ice' was.

The laughed, "No problem, but you have to serve us!" ”

"I hate it~!"

Fierce fighting broke out inside the house.

The killer leaned against the wall and said mockingly, "This is your mother?" ”

The little mongrel's face was flat, and his eyes were as unfluctuating as if they were dead: "Yes." ”

The killer curled the corners of his mouth: "It looks like she doesn't think of you as a son." ”

The little mongrel is silent.

The killer said, "That's what you want?" ”

The little mongrel looked up at him: "I just want a home, someone in the family who loves me." ”

The killer turned and walked downstairs, followed by the little mongrel.

Standing at the door and looking at the rain outside, the killer said, "People like you will never have a home." ”

The little mongrel looked up: "Just like you?" ”

The killer turned his head sharply, and a flash of fierceness flashed in his eyes, but it immediately turned into imperceptible sadness: "That's right, just like me." ”

He stretched out his hand: "I'll take you to a place, and if you can get out of it alive, maybe you can get what you want." ”