After my sister died, I became the enemy of the whole world!

Chapter 1 Psychopaths

Chen Ze is a psychopath.

I have been in a mental hospital for four years.

When he was very young, he pricked someone's hand with chopsticks, causing the family to lose a lot of money.

Even for various reasons, his temper is particularly manic.

In the past four years, only his sister came to visit him occasionally.

"Brother, I brought you your favorite cake, which I carefully prepared for you with my own pocket money!"

Outside the ward.

A girl who was neatly dressed and with an innocent smile on her face slowly revealed a charming smile.

The girl is about fourteen years old, gentle and quiet, with delicate features, if you have to give it a rating.

At least it can score more than seven points.

This girl is his sister, who is not yet an adult.

He is only one year older than his sister, but already looks extremely tall.

Seeing his sister, the boy who used to look particularly manic in front of nurses and doctors showed a simple and honest smile.

Perhaps only in front of his sister can he act like a normal big boy, harmless to both humans and animals.

But any nurse or doctor in a mental hospital knows how dangerous this fifteen-year-old boy is.

When they were first sent to the mental hospital, several of their nurses and two caregivers almost died due to neglect of management.

"Brother, I feel a little uncomfortable today. I seem to have a fever. I may not be able to stay with you for too long. You must be good in the hospital, you know!"

Fourteen year old girl.

Facing this dangerous mental patient, he didn't feel any worry at all. He opened his hands and hugged Chen Ze into his arms.

In the past, even if he encountered a mouse, he would be brutally tortured to death, but now he seemed surprisingly calm.

Like a docile kitten, he tentatively stretched out his hand and took his sister into his arms.

It was very soft and warm, as if he was a child again. When everyone was blaming him, only his sister was willing to stand up and help him.

He couldn't control his emotions, and he didn't know why it was like this. He only knew that his almost perverted emotions had been difficult to control since he could remember.

But when Chen Ze looked up, he found a large bruise on his sister's neck and a small cut at the corner of her eye. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't find it at all.

As a patient who was skilled with knives and had repeatedly caused injuries to others, he was all too familiar with this situation.

"The wounds on the neck were caused by being hit hard with a blunt object."

"The small wound at the corner of the eye is more like a pencil sharpener scratching it and leaving it behind!"

He looked at his sister's clothes carefully and found that the left sleeve was stained with cyan paint.

And the third finger couldn't stop trembling, as if the nerves had lost control.

He wanted to reach out and lift up his sister's sleeves, but her sister seemed to be frightened and took several steps back quickly.

"Brother, I'm fine. I just have a fever. I'll see you again in a few days."

The girl showed a bright smile, like a butterfly in the wilderness, which was particularly eye-catching.

Even the nurses around could not help but look at my sister a few more times.

It's just that Chen Ze now seems unable to understand the consequences of these scars. He often causes damage to certain things because he cannot control his emotions.

"My sister said it's okay, so that means it's okay, right?"

He frowned.

I have no idea about injury or death...

In other words, in his concept, there is no such thing at all.

After all, it is unreliable to expect a patient to have a normal mind.

"By the way, brother, I also have a small bag of jelly here. You used to like it, but this time, you have to remember to save a little." The girl blinked her eyes. The bag of jelly contained almost a month's worth of it. .

It seemed particularly difficult for her to hold it in her hand.

The nurses around seemed to notice that something was wrong. Why did the tone sound like explaining the funeral arrangements?

But this was not their business, and they didn't bother to ask.

Wait until those words are finished.

The girl turned around and left.

Chen Ze stood blankly at the door of the ward, looking at the leaving girl, with some inexplicable mood swings in his heart.

"Will she come back?"

Chen Ze asked himself this in his heart, but couldn't get any answer.

In the next few days, that inexplicable mood swing became more and more intense.

Every day he would sit at the door of the ward, waiting blankly...

Even if two hours passed, he didn't notice the passage of time.

"This guy has been a little weird lately. He didn't hurt anyone or do anything else."

"I sit at the door every day and don't know what I'm thinking about."

"Maybe he's getting better soon? Why bother so much? Anyway, as long as he doesn't hurt anyone, that's a good thing!"

Many caregivers were talking about it.

To be honest, in the past four years, they have been frightened by Chen Ze.

This guy is like an immortal little strongman. No matter what methods they use, they can recover as before the next day.

As long as you dare to use electric shocks, beatings, etc. to deal with him.

He would repay it ten times without anyone noticing, so that no one would dare to embarrass Chen Ze in the future.

Unfortunately, what these people don't know is that a skill proficiency system has been started since he was seven years old.

Since childhood, he has used various methods to improve his skill proficiency.

There's a lot to it, although he doesn't show it.

However, chess, calligraphy, painting, fighting, knife use, and eighteen kinds of martial arts have all been upgraded to the full level.

Especially during the four years in the mental hospital, he had nothing to do and devoted himself to improving his skill level every day.

Just half a year ago, after he improved his last assassination and lurking skill to the extreme, there was nothing left to learn.

"My sister used to come here every three days. Will she come today?"

Sit at the door.

There is a wall clock next to it. My sister usually comes here after school, most of the time around six-thirty...

Even if something is delayed.

It won't be past seven o'clock.

But the strange thing today is that the time is already 7:20.

My sister never came.

That kind of impatience and restlessness spread infinitely at this moment.

In the past, when his sister came every three days, he didn't feel anything.

Even when his sister left last time, he didn't show any emotional changes.

Only today.

It was as if something important had been ripped away from deep inside his heart.

"Will she come back?"

(End of this chapter)