Jingjiang Hotel, in the presidential suite on the third floor, the faint yellow bedside lamp is faintly lit, reflecting the contemplative man.

The handsome side face, clear and handsome eyebrows and eyes, dyed a little foggy.

Xie Yi was half-sitting on the bed, his back against the wall, and the tips of his forehead after bathing were still a little damp.

He looked down, in the warm light of the bedside lamp, at the knife hanging from the key ring in his hand, sharp and glowing with dark silver.

There are no frills, it's just like a child's toy, no, it's really just a child's toy.

This was the most simple gift he ever received when he was young.

"I took the food, this one for you, one thing for another, I don't want your things for nothing."

The little girl who climbed up the wall, dusty as a beggar, refused to accept a one-sided gift, and left him an inconspicuous knife in exchange.

The wall of the Xie family's compound is higher than the ordinary outer wall, and the power grid is attached to it all the year round, and a child who is not much older than him can jump on it freely, if the old stubborn Xie family knows, I am afraid that he will be half angry.

Occasionally, the little girl would lie on it, tilt her head, and ask him condescendingly:

"Your house is so big, why do you only stay in this small yard every day, how boring is it?"

"I don't want to learn something, so they want me to figure it out here, and when I figure it out, I can go out."

Actually, he didn't know why, after all, he was young, and this was what his mother told him.

The gentle woman, who resisted so violently for the first time, trembled all over her while holding him, but still told him word by word:

"Xiao Yi, don't learn, if you learn, it's an abyss, and you can't have a normal life in your life."

He was 6 years old at the time, and he couldn't understand her words, but watching her being dragged by force, watching the room full of people indifferent, he understood fear for the first time.

"What is this, as long as you want to go out, it doesn't matter if you don't understand."

On the high wall, the little girl swayed her legs, and on her dirty face, there was only a pair of eyes, as bright as stars:

"It's like a huge cage, you don't look happy at all, if you want to get out, no matter how strong the cage is, I can smash a hole."

6-year-old Xie Yi is full of curiosity and excitement about the outside world, but he must restrain such an impulse, because his mother is too weak, and he must stay here to protect her.

His mother said that as long as he did not learn those things, and stayed away, she told him his father's whereabouts, and from the time he was born to the time he vaguely remembered things, his father was left with only a vague impression.

But he knew that the man was a very good man, but one day he suddenly disappeared.

No matter how long it has been, even if his father's face is no longer remembered, the young Xie Yi remembers what his father said before he disappeared.

"Xie family, something has become wrong over the years."

What's wrong, is there more and more people hiding underground, or are there more and more people asking for the door?

Or, when he was 5 years old, a middle-aged man on TV spoke impassionedly, and his grandfather said, "It's an eyesore." ”

Three days later, the news of the middle-aged man's sudden death appeared on the news.

Is it because there are too many similar things, so the Xie family has become wrong?

Xie Yi didn't ask.

There was news related to his father, but a woman came to the door with a boy who was three years older than him, saying that it was his father's flesh and blood.

The hand holding the knife tightened a little again, and the man's eyebrows and eyes became colder and colder as he leaned back against the wall.

Zhao Dongyuan had already dealt with the traces on it, but Xie Yi still felt that there was a faint smell of blood that could not dissipate at the tip of his nose.

He exerted himself slightly, holding the hilt of the knife, recalling the subconscious stabbing action before, and sighed softly.

Even if he deliberately avoided the things that belonged to the Xie family, these seemed to be things engraved in the blood of the bone marrow, innate and self-taught.

Xie Yi raised his hand to cover his chest, faintly painful, within the scope of deliberately enduring, but it was impossible to ignore.

He would really do something to Xie Hong, and when he heard the most painful memories in his memory, he waved his fist without hesitation.

The fist was useless, so the knife was moved.

The man's faint eyes fell on the knife in his hand again, not long ago, it had just pierced a person's flesh, much sharper than expected.

Facing his brother who is related by blood, the hand that stabbed out did not hesitate at all.

Sure enough, he was no different from those people in the Xie family.