Men are killers.

The little bastard is a witness to the murderer's murder.

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

The little bastard saw through what he was thinking: "Are you curious about why I want to learn to kill?"

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

His lips curled up and explained, "If you want to learn, I will teach you!"

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

The killer became more and more unpredictable to the little bastard. He leaned against the wall with half a layer of frost attached, staring coldly at the child standing in the rain for a long time, and then said, "Take off your clothes."

The little bastard tore the torn clothes without hesitation and exposed his upper body.

Tooth mark wounds, nail wounds, and covered in purple and blood. There is almost no good place in the entire upper body.

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

The killer was shocked again.

He never thought that a child would have such a terrifying wound!

He comes from a place called hell, where there are many children, and if the children there cannot grow fast enough, they will easily die.

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

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

"he."

"who is he?"

"my father."

"Your father? Did he give this wound to you?"

"It's my mother."

"Then why did you kill your father?"

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

"Hahahaha!" The killer smiled at the sky: "What a wonderful logic!"

He suddenly lowered his head, his eyes shining: "But I like it!"

He shook his hand and shot out the bent blade dagger. It seemed that there was nothing special except for the strange shape. It was inserted into the cement floor under the feet of the little bastard: "Put it out, and then insert it from the side into someone else's throat as I did just now."

The little bastard used all his strength to pull out the dagger, raised his head and said, "That's so simple?"

"Killing is that simple."

The little bastard nodded, pondered for a few seconds before saying, "Thank you."

After saying that, he turned around and ran back to the same path.

The killer closed his eyes and waited for the little bastard to leave for a few minutes before the corners of his mouth curled up and walked into the shadow.

The little bastard knew that he did not have the strength of me, so he wanted to kill the other party and must not act as hard as a killer.

This is also why he went back immediately.

Every night after I vent my vent on a woman, I will lie on the sofa and drink and watch TV until I get drunk and fall asleep.

He has little sleep and usually watches TV all day during the day while drinking the cheapest wine.

Then the only chance to take action is now.

The little bastard opened the door and walked in slowly.

He knew that his mother had gone out to make money, and there were only two people in the room at this moment, he and I were cheap.

He lowered his steps, hid the bent blade dagger behind his back, and walked slowly to the living room.

The TV was still flashing, and the beautiful reporter inside was very loud: "...The third shark suppression operation in the Baltic Sea has begun. The magician's power is obviously stronger than that of the superpowers, and he has obtained it in this operation..."

The little bastard didn't care about TV, and his eyes kept falling on my fat neck.

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

The other party was already asleep, half of the wine bottle was in his hand and half was pressed against the ground.

He walked quietly to the man, then slowly raised the bent blade dagger and pointed it at the side of his neck.

He originally wanted to insert it like this and feel the pleasure of blood splashing out, but hesitated.

He touched his neck with his hand, touched it very carefully, exploring the distance between his spine and throat clearly, and then gestured to lengthen it in proportion. The little bastard then moved the curved blade dagger to the side.

He didn't know that outside the window, his pair of burning eyes showed a look of surprise.

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

The eyes were quiet, like a touch of death.

Suddenly, a thunder sounded in the sky!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a ruthless look flashed in the little bastard's eyes and stabbed the dagger with both hands!

The man didn't even have time to feel the pain, and his body just trembled slightly, and the little bastard's entire body suddenly leaned back!

His feet were pressed against the sofa with a hard press, and the dagger in his hand cut through the fat neck. Then the tilt completely cut off the man's throat and took it out of his neck.

The blood mixed with dim fat sprayed the little bastard all over his head and face.

The brittle bones on the neck were raised outside the wound.

The little bastard sat on the ground, very calm.

However, the person outside the window noticed that the little bastard at this moment actually had an excited smile on his face.

The people outside the window were also laughing.

He saw that the little bastard's smile was not crazy, not crazy, and he did not have the panic and fear of normal people when they killed people.

That smile should be a unique smile for the killer!

After killing the person, the little bastard did not turn around and run away as he imagined outside the window. Instead, he sprinkled the wine that he had not drunk on the table on the sofa, and then went to the bedroom to report a pile of bed sheets and rags, filling the room. Then he picked up the lighter next to him and threw it away.

The whole house caught fire.

Evidence of destruction? Looking at the little bastard in the sea of ​​fire, the man outside the window laughed.

The little bastard turned his head and left quietly. As soon as he walked out of the door, he stood still.

Because the killer appeared in front of him.

The little bastard thought for a while and handed the bent blade dagger to the killer.

The killer smiled: "I'll give it to you."

The little hybrid bowed deeply.

The killer said: "Where are you going next?"

"Look for her."

"Your mother?"

"yes."

"Do you know where she is?"

The little bastard certainly knew, so he and the killer stood outside a door.

The largest underground nightclub on London's Black Street is this four-story building. With the property of the killer, a few bills of money can make people take them to find the mother of the little bastard.

That is, there are two passionate women in the room now.

The little bastard was waiting quietly, and the killer didn't say much.

After more than ten minutes, the three people who had probably fought for at least an hour finally stopped. One of the niggers lay on the woman and said, "How are you thinking about what I said?"

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

The black ghost said: "Of course, which one of the corneas, kidneys, and bone marrow is not worth a little money? Anyway, you hate him. Isn't it worth 30,000 yuan for a waste you thought he would disappear?"

The woman's hand slid under another nigger behind her and smiled, "Of course, but I don't want money."

"Then what do you want?"

“Equivalent ‘ice’.”

There are five people inside and outside the house, including the little bastard, and everyone knows what "ice" is.

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

"Hate~!"

Fierce battles broke out in the house again.

The killer leaned against the wall and said mockingly: "Is this your mother?"

The little bastard's face was dull and his eyes were as fluctuating as if they were dead: "Yes."

The killer raised his lips: "It looks like she doesn't treat you as her son."

Little hybrid is silent.

The killer said: "Is this what you want?"

The little bastard looked up at him: "I just want a home, there are people who love me at home."

The killer turned around and walked downstairs, and the little bastard followed closely.

Standing at the door and looking at the rain outside that had not stopped, the killer said, "A person like you will never have a home."

The little bastard looked up: "Like you?"

The killer suddenly turned around and his eyes flashed with a sharp look, but it immediately turned into an undetectable grief: "Yes, it's like me."
Chapter completed!