Uncle Beard: "I don't know."

"Really."

I don't have much sadness, because I forgot everything, in terms of nothing to be sad about.

Uncle Beard held his gun and aimed it at me again and said, "I've called the police, I already called the police last night, but they didn't come when it snowed.

The police.

I thought about it for a while.

The beautiful woman carefully hid behind the bearded uncle and looked at me quietly.

Since they're so scared of me, I've had enough, I'm leaving, but where I'm going to go next, what to do, I still don't have a clue.

My eyes were on the frozen lake behind the hut.I thought for a moment.I walked over.Uncle Beard was scared of my actions.He pointed his gun at me again.Moved with my movements.Afraid that I would suddenly attack and hurt them.But his cowardice was justified.If it wasn't for the fact that I had eaten satisfactorily.I might not have been able to control myself.I ate them too.

They didn't save me last night, but at least they didn't leave me lying in the woods.

I looked at my bloodstained hands. Something strange.

I'm a monster.Why is there humanity and gratitude?

I walked to the lake, went down to the frozen lake, crouched down, looked at the ice, and looked at myself, although it was very vague, but I was covered in a scorched black skin, and I looked terrible, and even I couldn't accept myself like this.

So I stood up, grabbed the skin, and tore it off, ripping off the burnt and dry skin, and gradually revealing the baby-white skin inside.

When I had ripped off all the skin, I crouched down again, and through the blurred ice, I was amazed to find that I looked exactly like a human.

The faces are very handsome.

It's just that the hair is gone.

“...... I'm a good boy."

The empty heart felt a pang of sadness because of this.

It doesn't matter much, the roots are still there, and it just needs to grow back after a while.

They looked back at the bearded uncle and the beautiful woman, who had not yet recovered from my appearance after taking off my skin, and looked at me in shock.

I looked down at me and asked them, a little uncomfortably, "Can you give me a pair of pants?"

Their expressions looked even more petrified.

I quickly got a pair of pants. It was a beautiful woman who came out of the house, and Uncle Beard threw it at me, and he never left me with his gun from the end, and I was shot for doing something dangerous, but I realized that this thing wasn't too much of a threat to me, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

I stood up and picked up my pants and put them on, because I felt a little shame inexplicably, so I put them on with my back to them.

When I got my pants on, I turned my head to look at them.

"I'm a little cold, can I borrow some clothes?"

I believe it was my calm tone that lowered their wariness of me, and the pretty woman, with the consent of Uncle Beard, ran back to the hut to look for clothes.

Uncle Beard asked me at this time, "I ask you, are you really a monster?"

"I ...... I don't know."

"I don't know."

"I may have had amnesia since I was injured yesterday."

"Amnesia."

Uncle Beard was skeptical of what I said, and no one examined whether what I said was true or not, but last night I did suffer a very serious injury, which should have been dead.

My body hasn't recovered yet, and I can feel very weak.

"Listen to what you say, you are Chinese."

"Chinese."

I thought about it for a moment and nodded affirmatively, "Yes." I still remember that, just as I still remember some basic common sense.

"Since you're Chinese, why are you in Canada?"

"Canada."

"Yes, this is the western part of the woods in the Yukon borough, Canada, why are you here?"

“...... I don't know.I've forgotten a lot of things.I don't know why I'm here.Why I'm hurt.I don't even know if I'm a human or a monster.Uncle.Do you know about me.Or...... Is there any clue?"

Uncle Beard shook his head vigorously, "I don't know you at all, I don't have any clues about you, I just picked you up from that big pit last night, and I don't know anything else." After trying his best to get rid of his relationship with himself, Uncle Beard suddenly remembered something, holding a gun in one hand and pointing at me with the other.

"Didn't you have a bracelet on your left hand, or maybe that's a clue."

I looked towards my left hand.I didn't pay attention to it just now.Maybe I used to it before.Now I don't pay much attention to it even if I have amnesia.It turns out that I still wear a bracelet on my left hand.A black bracelet.There are some mysterious carved runes on it.It feels so familiar.I looked at it carefully for a while, but I didn't see anything else in it.It's just a bracelet that I think is important in my subconscious.Fortunately, the broken arm is not my left hand.Otherwise, I don't know where this bracelet is lost.

The only clue I know now is that I am Chinese. maybe, I will have a chance to find my identity back when I return to China.

At this time, the beautiful woman also came out with a piece of clothing, a bearskin coat, which she threw at me from the shore of the lake.

"Thank you."

I put the bearskin coat on, it felt warm and comfortable, but I felt like something was missing.

As soon as the cold wind blew, my scalp was cold, and I realized that I was missing a hat. Now I am bald, and I can't stand the toss of this cold weather.

"That...... Can you give me another hat?"

Uncle Beard was a little angry: "Boy, I don't know what you are, but don't ask so much."

"Daddy......"

The pretty woman persuaded Uncle Beard.In desperation, Uncle Beard took off the thick hat he was wearing now and threw it to me.I don't know if he was afraid of me or concerned about me as a monster.I think it's much more likely to be the former.

But it didn't really do much for him to ask for a hat, his hair was so lush that he could even keep it warm.

I took the hat.

However, while putting on the hat, the distant whistling sound sounded at the same time.

This sound......

I looked over the other side of the lake, and I saw a helicopter flying straight into the hut over there, and my first thought was that it was the policeman he had called, as Uncle Beard had just said.

But. Something is wrong. It's a helicopter gunship, it's armed with small missiles and machine guns. Do all the police in Canada have such a great configuration?

No, the helicopter has the logo of an eyed snake, and it doesn't have any Canadian labels.

Watching this helicopter fly over me, I felt a crisis approaching.

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