Forensic without kites

Chapter 205 The Ultimate Dharma (2) (Xu Qingyao's story)
"Second dog! What are you looking at, you bastard! I see that your butt is itchy!"

Stepfather found him!

Xu Qingyao panicked, grabbed the cloth bag in his hand, turned around and started to run.

However, he was too hungry, and the porridge he ate at school at noon could not fill his stomach.

Before he could run a few steps, his stepfather's big hand grabbed him from behind, held his thin arm in one hand, and dragged him into the air.

He was so frightened that hot tears gushed out of his sour eyes.

Since childhood, he was most afraid of his stepfather hitting him.Sure enough, his stepfather carried him through the long, dark entrance corridor, into the same dim hall, and threw him on the coffee table.

He hadn't recovered from the stinky alcohol on his stepfather when a sharp pain swept through his body.

His hands were flapping on the table, he wanted to turn over, but he still wanted to run.Because of the taste of stepfather's whip spanking, it hurts, it hurts too much.It always took a week or two for him to recover from the pain.

Huh, it's strange.

The stepfather did not beat him, and the whip was still hanging on the opposite wall.

Xiaoshou couldn't help but secretly covered his mouth and smiled, it seemed that his stepfather had also gotten better.Won't hit him again.

There was a rustling sound of a belt being undone.

He suddenly heard an extremely lazy voice from the sofa on the left, "Old Dao, take it easy, he's only 13 years old."

Xu Qingyao was very surprised that his mother was at home, "Mom..."

he shouted.

No one pays attention to him.

"Hey, I got it, I'll be careful not to pierce his...skinned and tender brat..."

"Mom... ah!"

The stepfather's hand actually touched his ass, and a sharp pain spread throughout his body.He was in excruciating pain, his arms and legs kept thrashing, but he was immediately grabbed by a big hand.

The delicate cheeks were pressed against the table, and through the hazy tears, he saw his mother curled up on the sofa, sucking intoxicated.

"Mom, I was wrong...I don't dare anymore...I was wrong..."

He has been begging her.

However, the hot tears flowed away, and he could no longer make a sound.My throat is hoarse.

His mother, smoking marijuana, ignored his cries.

That catastrophe did not come to an end until the sun was setting.

He was in bed for two months.

On the way, his teacher came to see him once, and the kind old lady next door kept coming to give him food.

His stepfather and his mother ran off somewhere and never came back.

Maybe, I'm afraid.

he thinks.

It was later discovered that there was a business in the sewers in City A. Someone told them to contact the informant, and if they succeeded, they could pay them a week's "food."

For this week's "eating", his mother left him without hesitation.Let him fend for himself.

He didn't want to remember what happened after that.

Enduring the painful torment in the high temperature of [-] degrees Celsius, the feet seemed to be soaked in boiling water.

In this barren and rare desert, like everyone else, he practiced sniping, fighting, medical skills, psychology, computer and blasting hard.

He became the best apprentice of their class, and had the opportunity to come out with a to carry out the mission.

On the day I met Jiang Wenyun, the bright summer light was very warm and colorful.

He just killed a man, and that man was a well-known critical writer and president of Jiangdong Bank in BJ.When the knife pierced through his heart, the stern banker finally shed tears and begged him to let him go.He is willing to exchange his entire family property.

The blood gushing from his internal organs splashed all over his face, without frowning, he cleaned up the scene and left.

When dreaming back in the middle of the night, he often asked himself, what kind of feeling does it feel to kill someone?
What kind of experience would it be to kill his own mother and the stepfather he had called out for more than ten years?
no feeling……

When the white knife entered and the red knife came out, he could only hear the sound of his heart beating, and... his soul that was intoxicated.

He really likes killing people, he thought.

(End of this chapter)