Even the Joker in "Batman", who pursues his personality of chaos and disorder, likes to find pleasure from other people's perception subversion and rational madness, and wants people to wander in justice and evil, gradually evolves step by step.

Even Zhao Zhuikong in "Infinite Horror", when he grows up to be a pervert who kills people, when he faces his final death, there is a hidden unknown touch and love exposed.

Even the Red Corpse Tibetan in "The Shining" is not difficult to find the real reason for everything he has done in his immortal life.

What I want to tell is a powerful murderer story, but the theme of this story, I call it...

People who ignore life are actually just to pursue something more important than life.

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The rainy night in London is cold, cold and desolate.

Thunder rolled around, like a drum roaring.

Lightning that cut through the night sky blew up the room from the window.

The chaotic, alcoholic and trash-filled room, the nine-year-old boy's face turned pale.

The little bastard does not reject the thunder, or the thunder roaring in his ears can suppress the whistling sound of the woman and the roaring man.

He is thin, thin, ragged, and no difference from a little beggar.

He has silver hair, black eyes, and white skin, which is even more beautiful than a small porcelain doll.

His experience was even worse than that of beggars on the streets of London and on the subway.

Pick up food discarded from others from the trash can and raise your head to drink water under the rust pipe.

Sitting on the street and roadside, I received coins and change thrown by others, but I didn't dare to spend them all, so I wanted to take them all back to the woman he called her mother.

What's even more tragic is that whenever the woman is abused by that man and vents her anger on her bed, she will vent her anger crazy.

As it is now.

The wooden door after the decayed door frame made a squeaking sound when it was pushed open, and the barefoot woman with a pale face that was unique to drug addicts, but her body was extremely graceful and seductive.

She is the biological mother of the little bastard. She doesn't care that her body is exposed in front of her son. Even if the black and purple lower body and the yellow and white mucus dripping, she is not ashamed.

She looked like a queen and said condescendingly to the little bastard hook and hooked her fingers: "Come here."

The little bastard who had been kneeling raised his head, his pretty but purple face was not a trace of fear, and his eyes were as calm as stagnant.

He got up and walked to the woman.

The woman suddenly leaned over and hugged him in her arms - it was not the mother's intimacy with her son, but a different kind of madness and hatred.

She tore the already torn off the little bastard's already ragged top, revealing her terrible young body full of purple and scars. Then her eyes burst out with resentment, opened her very beautiful mouth, bit her shoulders in one bite, her teeth penetrated into the flesh, and blood instantly flowed over her shoulders, and flowed down her chest and back.

At the same time, she used her red nail polish to snail her fingers and pressed her into the skin of the little bastard, wishing she could pull a large piece of meat.

It seemed as if she was unhappy, so she moved her mouth to the other shoulder and bitten it hard. Her hands pinched and twisted the little bastard's body, almost venting all the strength in her body.

The little bastard hurts very much, but the pain is not enough to make him moan.

First, he was used to this pain and even numbness, and second, he knew that once he screamed, he might be more crazier to abuse himself.

His eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

After venting for a long time, the woman still seemed tired after all. She stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her smooth wrist, then slapped her hand and slapped the little bastard in the face, and knocked the nine-year-old child out.

It was also venting, but a woman's smooth body was much better than a small bastard, because a man would not let her have obvious scars on her body. He also needed her to go out to make money, earn money for him tobacco and alcohol, and also earn money for herself to buy drugs.

She pointed to the little bastard viciously and said, "Put your clothes for me, don't let outsiders think I'm abused you when I see you!"

The little bastard got up and put the broken top back on his body, barely tied the torn parts together, which made him look more like a beggar.

He ignored the pain on his body and the blood on his shoulders, letting his clothes be stained with blood, and turned around and walked towards the door.

As soon as I arrived at the door, a bottle of wine flew over from the air and smashed it hard on the door frame, breaking it.

The fragments drew a blood mark on the little bastard's face, but he didn't even wipe it, nor did he look back.

The man's roar came, "If I don't beg for my wine money tomorrow, I will beat you to death!"

The little hybrid opened the door calmly and walked out of the rainy night in London.

The heavy rain poured down, wetting the body, and the wounds soaked in the rain became more and more painful.

Although the little bastard was young, he knew that it was impossible to beg for money on the street now, so he wanted to go to the subway station to beg for money.

The heavy rain wet every corner of the body, the biting cold penetrated into the soul, but the little bastard's face was neither happy nor sad.

Since he was thinking, he has been suffering such abuse. He has been careful in dealing with things, but no matter how he wants to survive in the cracks, he cannot stop the abuse that falls on himself.

Although a woman married a man, the little bastard was not a man's son, and he didn't even know who his father was - nor did the woman know.

Eight years ago, when a woman was an ungrateful girl, she never loved herself. The gangsters, prostitutes, handsome guys in the bars, and even beggars under the bridge were all her lovers. Until the same rainy night, the woman saw the man who was the boss, and at the same time knew that she had a child, she pretended to seduce the man to bed, and then threatened the man to marry him with the little bastard's life.

The woman looks sweet, and a little drunken plan made the Chinese man marry her who is also Chinese.

The problem lies with the little bastard, he is a mixed-race white man, with black eyes, silver hair, and white skin.

The children born by a white and yellow man can be white or yellow, but the children born by two yellow man without white blood cannot be white.

The man was furious, but due to divorce, the other party would divide half of his property and could only choose to continue living.

His tragedy was more than just being a father. Two years later, the man went bankrupt.

So the man was drunk and the woman took drugs. The only income for the two was the money the woman earned using Miaomian's body.

After being beaten a few times, the woman chose to succumb to the man. After being caught and beaten a few times, she no longer dared to run away and could only vent all her depression on the little bastard.

She hated him, and she felt that if it weren't for him, she could have a better life, and lived a luxurious life like the ladies in London's wealthy area.

But the little bastard still has a little expectation for his mother, or he has longed for the happy appearance of mother and child on the street he saw, so he was unwilling to escape or dared not run away.

He is not qualified to fight.

He hopes that when the man dies, perhaps his mother will become loving herself.

This idea lasted for several years.

The streets are silent, and the original London Street never sleeps seems desolate under the influence of heavy rain.

The little bastard was turning into an alley. He had already remembered the terrain of London in his mind, and naturally knew which road was closer to the subway.

The alleys are dirty and chaotic. Even if it is watered by heavy rain, it still cannot suppress the smell of fishy smell. A corner of London is as unbearable as many places in the world. I don’t know how many men and women have had sex here in this alley, so it’s convenient.

He walked straight forward, but saw a scene that shocked him at the corner.

The tall white man was pressing a short white man against the wall with his iron hoop-like palms, smiling ferociously.

He said: "Why?"

The other party said: "I...don't..."

He said: "I saw with my own eyes that you failed to rescue my wife and my child died. Am I blind??"

The other party said: "That...that's just...that's just a normal operation failure..."

He looked very ferocious and angry, and the cold air came out of his body, even freezing the rain on his body: "The operation failed!? It was just premature birth. In this world, thousands of women born prematurely, why is the only wife who dies??"

The short man was obviously a doctor. Although he was stuck so much that he could hardly breathe, he still talked about a lot of medical terms in order to survive.

The tall man obviously disdained the other party's defense. He smiled evilly: "Since my wife and children are dead, then you should die for me too!"

As he said that, a strange curved dagger appeared in his hand, which slowly pierced into the doctor's throat from the side, and then gently lifted it, and the white throat was exposed from the gap with blood.

The doctor opened his eyes wide in disbelief and his pupils slowly spread.

For some reason, looking at the man's movements, a strange feeling appeared in the little bastard's heart.

Some excitement, some impulsiveness.

He knew for no reason that the other party was asking the doctor to taste the fear.

The man threw the doctor's body next to him, gasping for breath. He turned around accidentally, but saw the little bastard standing in the rain.

His pupils shrank, and his heart also hopped hard.

He is a very powerful killer, and it is absolutely impossible for anyone to pass by within a hundred meters of his body without notice.

It is undeniable that he was negligent in his anger before, but even now he closed his eyes, he was determined not to notice the boy's stiff body at the moment.

The living person has anger, the dead person has anger, and the child has no anger.

A natural killer!

The man was amazed in his heart, but the ferociousness on his face did not dissipate. He opened the murderous aura on his body to the maximum, causing a thin layer of frost to be faintly attached to the wet walls around him. The powerful murderous aura fell straight through more than ten meters away on the little bastard.

The little bastard's face was normal, but his eyes were hot.

He could feel the biting cold falling on his skin like a needle, and he could also feel his heart beating violently!

When the man walked towards him step by step, he was always used to facing pain, and even had the urge to run away if he wanted to turn around.

But he didn't run away.

This impulse and this tingling sensation made him feel a strange pleasure.

The man walked slowly until he walked to the little bastard, and his face showed an expression of extreme admiration.

He experienced countless life and death, including his brothers and comrades-in-arms, and had long regarded death lightly. After revenge from his wife and children, this memory was sunk into his heart.
To be continued...