Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 448 The Repressed Little Devil
"Torturing harmless animals," Daniel frowned tightly, "violent tendencies, and extreme indifference."

"But why."

"Maybe they were swapped," Li You reminded him, "Isn't this possible?"

Li You looked at the watch on his wrist and asked him, "What did Han Xujun name his son?"

"Han blessing," Daniel said with certainty.

If his sister Jennifer and Han Xujun had married at that time, they would also have been named this. This was what Han Xujun told him in person before he was exposed.

"Then who is Han Zhufu better, in the professor's opinion?"

After a long silence, Daniel spoke again.

"Zheng Barin."

The hazy moonlight slants across a quiet Korean village in Asan City. The location is quite remote and there is some distance between each household.

It was winter, and there were few plants growing in the quiet fields.

Zheng Barin's lonely figure quietly appeared at the edge of the field at night, with empty eyes, as if he was pursuing something.

After looking around for a long time, he still didn't find what he wanted.

There was not even the sound of frogs croaking on some frozen rivers, and the cold night seemed to be completely devoid of life.

After a long time, he walked home.

"What did you do?" his father yelled. Zheng Barin lowered his head and said nothing.

The father was already used to his son's behavior. He waved his hands irritably and said, "Come to the table and eat."

Zheng Barin didn't nod, but walked to the table indifferently, sat down, and then ate with his younger brothers and sisters.

He felt very envious when he saw his younger brothers and sisters talking and laughing with his parents, but he could not understand that kind of emotion.

Zheng Barin took a few mouthfuls of rice and some side dishes, then got up and left. No one paid any attention to him.

Next to this two-story rural building, there is a simple hut with a mottled wooden door and a damaged roof.

It is usually used to store things that are not afraid of theft or moisture.

Zheng Barin slipped in and pulled out a picture album from under a stone slab.

In the dim light of the wooden house, he seemed to be whispering to the shadows in the darkness.

Zheng Barin locked the door, swept the ground with his hands a few times, sat down on the ground, took out a paintbrush from his pocket, and quickly moved the paintbrush across the album, capturing the truest self deep in his heart.

His eyes were cold, but there was a hint of pain and confusion on his face that shouldn't be there at his age.

The paint in the album is very monotonous, but it cannot conceal the lingering bloody meaning.

Zheng Barin observed his parents' dinner time in the evening. He finished his meal early and used this time to vent his emotions by drawing.

He picked up the paintbrush, his hands not shaking at all, and began to pour out his inner demons onto the paper, and what came out was heavy and distorted.

A breeze blew in through the gap, making Zheng Barin shiver. A few pages of the album were blown up, revealing a series of bloody and violent paintings.

The twisted human body, splattered blood, ferocious animals, every stroke reveals Zheng Barin's deepest struggle and fear.

These paintings are an expression of his inner bloodthirsty impulse. In this way, Zheng Barin lets his emotions flow in the album, trying to release those dark emotions in order to prevent them from causing tragedy in reality.

After school during the day, he would carefully avoid people's eyes and look for small animals in the fields alone, quietly releasing his inseparable animal nature.

He killed many innocent animals, trying to vent his cruel impulse, but he failed.

Being still young, he didn't quite understand why this happened to him.

He used a sharp blade to leave scars on the small animals' bodies to satisfy his twisted desires, and even his movements seemed like they had been learned, calm yet cruel.

But every time the blade cut into the warm fur, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and it was his remaining conscience that was playing tricks on him.

Zheng Barin has been strongly restraining his bloodthirsty instincts and has never thought of harming his relatives. He has also been trying to divert his attention from taking out his anger on small animals.

If you really can't control yourself, then vent your anger on animals, at least you won't be committing too great a sin.

He knew that killing was not the solution to the problem, and of course he knew that what he was doing was not good, and he felt uncomfortable being seen as a monster.

Unable to understand ordinary people's emotions, he lives under the cold eyes of his classmates and teachers.

Only one classmate named Cheng Yaohan had the courage to approach him, bandage him, and persuade him not to kill animals.

Although Cheng Yaohan is usually cold and looks like him, Zheng Balin knows that Cheng Yaohan is different from him. Cheng Yaohan is only so cold because of his background. He wants to be like Cheng Yaohan and be like a normal person.

So while Zheng Barin was fully aware that he was abnormal, he was also aware that he was completely different from other people in the village.

He has never been close to anyone and is afraid to interact with them, fearing that his out-of-control nature will hurt innocent people.

Zheng Barin even went to church to confess, praying that he would not become a murderer or a pervert.

Therefore, he chose to vent his emotions through paintbrushes and small animals, hoping that this way he could always keep a distance from humans and hide his secrets.

Zheng Barin was drawing on the notebook. The drawings were very violent, bloody and dark.

But the sudden knock on the door made him stop.

"Open the door!" my father's voice rang out from outside. "What are you doing?"

As a father, he didn't know that Zheng Barin was not his biological son, and he didn't know that his biological son was now known as the son of a murderer.

At least now he thinks of Zheng Barin as his own son and hopes that his son will get better, but he feels that everything is getting worse and worse.

Before school was over this afternoon, he was called to the elementary school by the teacher and learned that Zheng Barin's future ambition was to become a doctor. The teacher even told him that Zheng Barin's IQ was over 160.

He was very happy at that time and thought it was a good thing, until the teacher handed him Zheng Balin's school sketchbook with distorted paintings on it.

The teacher suggested going to the hospital for a check-up. He was furious at that time, but then the teacher told him that Zheng Ba Lin secretly cut open the rabbit's stomach, which made him stunned.

On the way home from school, he was so angry that he slapped Zheng Barin, but looking at Zheng Barin's indifferent attitude, he felt helpless.

He came here specially this time just to see what Zheng Barin was doing.

After Zheng Barin opened the door, the first thing Zheng's father saw was the hastily covered stone slab on the ground. He walked forward, opened it, and pulled out the picture album from it.

The more Mr. Zheng looked at it, the more shocked he became. How could Zheng Barin draw such a thing?

"Ah! Come here!"

He dragged Zheng Barin into the house and scolded him harshly. Zheng Barin's eyelids drooped and he saw his mother's fearful look from the corner of his eye.

"Don't ever draw this kind of thing again, and don't ever treat small animals like that!"

The next morning, since it was the weekend, everyone slept soundly.

Zheng Barin woke up early, and the darkness in his heart after being scolded made him even darker.

He had no way to vent his emotions through drawing, and even scratching his arms hard until they were covered with red marks didn't help.

With a cold look in his eyes, he took out a bottle of ammonia from his pocket. He was smart enough to learn that if he poured this into the fish tank, Zheng's father's favorite fish would die.

But when he was pouring it in, he was seen by his younger brother. However, his younger brother had always been afraid of this cold brother and did not dare to say anything to stop him.

When Zheng's father got up and was about to feed the fish happily, he saw that all his fish were dead.

"What's going on?" He turned his head and looked around. His brother timidly pointed to Zheng Barin's room.

"Shit. This little bastard."

Father Zheng rolled up his sleeves and went upstairs, and soon the sound of spanking was heard.

"You're such a snitch," Zheng Barin, who had just been spanked, came downstairs and looked at his brother who was playing with toys. "You're the most annoying."

The younger brother lowered his head and was pulled up by him, "Follow me."

The small hill not far away is also where my younger brothers and sisters often play.

Zheng Barin walked behind and gave his cowardly brother a push. He watched him fall into a small pit, then he grabbed the small shovel his brother had left there and started pouring dirt into it. "You snitch should be taught a lesson."

He wanted to scare this younger brother who always complained and lied.

In the past, this guy took advantage of the fact that Zheng Barin didn't talk much and often blamed his mistakes on Zheng Barin.

While the younger brother was crying, Zheng's mother rushed over and knocked him to the ground.

While the weak Zheng Barin was dizzy, she pulled out her own son and said, "Go home quickly!"

Watching her own son leave, Zheng's mother felt that it was time to fulfill the agreement she had made.

She stretched out her hand vigorously.

(End of this chapter)