June 28, 2028, heavy rain.

After school today, she didn't wait for me at the school gate early as usual.

And I, as before, still don't have the habit of carrying an umbrella.

If it was three years ago, I would have run home in the rain, but this time I chose to wait.

Waiting with me was my homeroom teacher, Ms. Song.

She, like me, didn't bring an umbrella.

Unlike other students, I don't have a good relationship with Mr. Song.

Because I think she's sick!

I don't know if it was three years ago, that trip to the zoo that awakened me to something strange, and after I came back from the zoo, I could feel the emotions in other people's hearts.

Looking at Teacher Song not far away, I could feel that she was living a very depressed and painful life.

I could even feel that she didn't really like the job of teaching.

But I don't understand, why do I have to work hard when I don't like this job?

I once quietly approached Ms. Song and told her vaguely that if she wanted to change jobs, I could ask my father to help.

But she rejected me.

I don't understand why she rejected me.

Are you embarrassed?

So I went to her many times, and even said it explicitly, but she rejected me every time.

As I went to Teacher Song more and more, Teacher Song gradually became impatient and her temper became more and more irritable, and just today, she reprimanded me loudly and told me not to tell her those inexplicable words again.

I was not angry at Teacher Song's reprimand, because I knew that she was sick, and she was not lightly ill.

Looking at Mr. Song, who was frowning at the moment, talking loudly on the phone, and gradually becoming irritable, I felt that I should do something.

So, I quietly opened the zipper of my bag, took out a tool hammer from inside, and cautiously approached her.

As soon as she hung up the phone and bent over to tie her shoes, I picked up the hammer and smashed it into her head.

"Puff~"

Teacher Song fell to the ground in response.

She turned her head, looked at me in disbelief, and asked aloud what I wanted to do.

I was stunned.

How could Teacher Song ask that?

What do I want to do?

Of course, I'm here to heal her.

Watching me walk towards her step by step with a tool hammer in my hand, Teacher Song was scared, and she began to retreat, trying to get away from me.

It makes me angry.

I'm doing it for her good, why is she afraid of me, why is she rejecting me?

Sure enough, she was sick, and she was not lightly ill.

My mother once said to me, "If you are sick, you must be cured, otherwise you will die."

He once said to me: We all have diseases, but some of us have diseases and need the help of others to be cured.

She once said to me: Xiao Momo, you have a talent for healing, I guess you will definitely become an excellent doctor when you grow up.

Yes, if you are sick, you will be cured.

So, I walked towards Teacher Song step by step with a tool hammer.

It's a pity that Teacher Song was very disobedient, she actually chose to run away and shouted for help.

Hehe!

Call?

It was as if I was killing her.

It's a pity that it's getting late now, it's raining heavily outside, and her cries are destined to go unanswered.

But it's not a problem to go on like this.

I had to heal her as soon as possible, only then would she not be so miserable, not so depressed, and not so grumpy.

So, I chased her to an alley.

A few days ago, there was a problem with the sewer of this alley, and it was being repaired urgently, but Mr. Song didn't know it.

When she fled here, she realized that it was a dead end.

So, she turned and lunged at me.

She wanted to attack me!

Teacher Song is really sick, and he has already developed lesions, and he will die if he is not treated.

So, the moment she pounced, I smashed a hammer into her knee.

Because I think she's too disobedient.

I had to incapacitate her to keep her from running, so I broke her limbs with a tool hammer.

To keep her from yelling, I smashed all her teeth again.

After doing this, she was obedient and did not run or shout anymore, so that I could treat her with peace of mind.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and her family must be in a hurry, so I have to hurry.

I picked up the hammer and slammed it on her head.

During this time, she still wanted to resist, but under my treatment, she no longer resisted, nor struggled, and lay motionless on the ground.

"Whew~~~"

I let out a long breath.

The treatment was over and I knew I had cured her.

Believe it or not, I didn't respond to her calling.

Teacher Song must be tired, after all, patients need to rest after their illness is cured.

I think she'll thank me when she wakes up.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I decided to leave here first, after all, I didn't do this to get her thanks.

Look, I'm such a good person.

When I walked out of the alley, I saw my mother holding a red umbrella, anxiously looking for me on the road.

So, I put away the hammer, which was still dripping blood, and ran over happily.

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"Convex (艹菜艹)"

When Xu Mo saw this, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he burst into foul mouth.

"I'm special, the original owner is really a perverted murderer!"

To be honest, Xu Mo had a guess before that the original owner was a pervert.

But he soon denied it.

The reason is also very simple, when he crossed over, what he saw was not this body committing murder, but the black shadow man killing, and he was also one of the victims.

But the diary in his hand clearly records the process and details of the original owner's first killing.

Xu Mo has read countless detective novels, and many novels have said that many perverted murderers have the habit of writing diaries.

This kind of behavior is like some couples who like to shoot videos when they are intimate.

Before, Xu Mo still felt that the author was talking nonsense, but now Xu Mo believes it.

Of course, that's not the most critical thing.

What really made Xu Mo feel uneasy and frightened was that this diary was written twelve years ago.

Twelve years ago!

Xu Mo's first thought was the 628 case.

"They all committed crimes on June 28, is it a coincidence?"

With this question, Xu Mo continued to flip through the diary.

In the following diaries, there is no record of daily life, all of which are records of how to kill people.

Even at the back of many diaries, there is a summary of the original owner's means of committing the crime.

And as more and more people are killed, the original owner's methods of committing crimes are becoming more and more proficient, and there are fewer and fewer traces and clues left at the scene.

In a way, the original owner has reached the point of perfect sin.

But this also made Xu Mo's heart gradually sink to the bottom.

If everything in the diary is true, then isn't he the murderer Y who created the 628 case?