Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Room 302, Building 4, Old Street.

The dim light bulb, like the murky eye of a dead fish, stared listlessly at the room, which reeked of decay.

Chen Guohua sat on the worn-out sofa, his withered fingers carefully stroking a cheap photo frame.

In the photo, the girl smiles brightly, wearing a faded school uniform, her eyes curving into crescents.

That was his daughter, Chen Xiaoyu.

"Little Rain..."

Chen Guohua let out a mournful cry; his tears had long since dried up, leaving only dry, red, and swollen eyes.

For the past five years, he has been a burden to his daughter.

Since being diagnosed with uremia, this home has been filled with medicine jars and dialysis prescriptions.

To prolong his life, Xiaoyu never wore a new piece of clothing and never drank a beverage.

She studied and worked desperately, just so that this useless man could live a few more days.

She was so well-behaved and sensible.

Even if she came home late at night from work, she would smile and massage his swollen legs, saying, "Dad, when I graduate and start earning money, we'll move to a bigger house and get you the best kidney."

But just two weeks ago, the girl who always smelled of sunshine when she opened the door to her home turned into a cold corpse.

That beast...

Chen Guohua's hands trembled violently, his fingernails scratching the edge of the picture frame with a harsh sound.

That beast Zhao Qiang ruined her, and now he wants to ruin her reputation after her death.

"Voluntary?"

"seduce?"

News footage from a few days ago flashed through his mind like a meteorite.

Facing the camera, Zhao Qiang's parents and sister cried more bitterly than anyone else, yet every word they uttered sounded like the forked tongue of a venomous snake.

They said Xiaoyu was immoral.

They said it was because they couldn't agree on the price.

They said Zhao Qiang was innocent and that his future was ruined by a honey trap.

If things continue like this, Zhao Qiang might actually get his sentence reduced and won't have to pay with his life.

"How could you... bully me like this..."

Chen Guohua suddenly bent over, a wave of suffocating weakness and nausea washing over him. He dry heaved, exhaling a sour smell with an ammonia odor.

He hates.

I hate that rapist, I hate those parents who turned black into white, and I hate this broken body that can do nothing but spend money.

If it weren't for his medical treatment, why would Xiaoyu work part-time in such a chaotic place?

How could I have encountered such a beast?

He killed his daughter.

A strong wave of palpitations washed over Chen Guohua, who clutched his chest and gasped for breath.

He could sense that death was already standing at the door.

After this dialysis session, my body has reached its limit. Perhaps tonight, perhaps tomorrow, I will breathe my last.

Since we're all going to die anyway...

Chen Guohua slowly raised his head. In his cloudy eyes, the last glimmer of light belonging to the living was extinguished, replaced by a chilling resolve.

Since we're all going to die anyway, why not make our deaths at least a little bit worthwhile?

Even if they die at their doorstep and become vengeful ghosts, they will haunt them day and night!

He struggled to his feet, supporting himself on the edge of the bed, and with each step he took, his bones ached all over.

He pulled an old fruit-peeling knife from the drawer and shakily tucked it into his coat.

This is not for the purpose of killing.

He knew very well that with his current strength, which was so weak that he could barely twist a bottle cap, he couldn't possibly hurt anyone.

This knife was his last shred of dignity.

Pushing open the door, the hallway was cold and damp.

Chen Guohua, leaning against the dusty wall, slowly made his way out.

He encountered two people at the entrance of the building.

A young girl was helping a pale-faced young man walk inside.

The young man looked even weaker than him, and had to stop and catch his breath every two steps.

He was preoccupied with his own affairs and didn't give it a second glance or pay any attention.

Two people heading in different directions, both sentenced to death by illness, crossed paths at the narrow entrance of the building, and then each disappeared into the shadow of their own fate.

……

Relying on his memory and the address he had inquired about, he walked and stopped, taking nearly two hours to finally reach the bungalow area where Zhao Qiang's family lived.

Even before you get close, you can hear the sound of a television and laughter coming from inside.

Chen Guohua stood in front of the security door, shivering in the cold wind.

He used all his strength to raise his hand and knock on the door.

"Thump, thump, thump."

"Who is it? So late at night!"

An impatient shout came from inside, followed by the clattering of slippers.

The door opened.

A shiny, oily face appeared behind the crack in the door.

Zhao Dayou, Zhao Qiang's father, the man who wept bitterly on television.

At this moment, he was still holding a half-eaten chicken leg in his hand, with oil dripping from the corner of his mouth and his face flushed. He didn't look sad at all.

When Zhao Dayou saw that the person standing at the door was Chen Guohua, who looked like a skeleton, he was stunned for a moment, and then the disgust in his eyes was revealed without any attempt to hide it.

"What, it's you again, you old geezer?" Zhao Da said with a look of utter displeasure. "Didn't I tell you? If you want the money, go talk to a lawyer. What are you doing at my house? Haven't you brought enough bad luck already?"

"Why did you slander Xiaoyu..." Chen Guohua gripped the doorframe tightly, his voice filled with deep hatred, "Why did you lie..."

"Who is lying?"

A sharp female voice came from inside the room.

Li Xiulian walked over, wiping her hands. When she saw Chen Guohua, her face, which had appeared "kind and benevolent" in front of the camera, instantly turned cold and harsh.

"Your daughter's kind of trash, dressed so provocatively, isn't she just trying to seduce men? My son is doing her a favor! Who knew she was so weak? Whose fault is it? It's her own fault for being so worthless!"

"that is!"

A young girl peeked out; it was Zhao Qiang's younger sister, Zhao Xiaoya.

While playing on her phone, she casually interjected, "I advise you to face reality. Will arguing about who's right and who's wrong bring your daughter back to life? Be realistic and think about how you're going to live your life. Continuing to make a scene won't do you any good."

boom--

Chen Guohua felt like something had exploded in his head.

骚？

Is your life cheap?

Face reality?

That's a human life!

That was his daughter, whom he had relied on for twenty years!

They trampled on her so lightly, and now they want him to "face reality," accept the facts they fabricated, and tacitly agree that his daughter deserved to be humiliated and die a miserable death.

"You beasts...your whole family are beasts!!"

Chen Guohua, with a sudden burst of strength, lunged at Zhao Dayou, wanting to tear at his repulsive face.

"Get out of my way!"

A fierce glint flashed in Zhao Dayou's eyes, and he raised his leg to kick.

"Bang!"

The kick landed squarely on Chen Guohua's emaciated belly.

Chen Guohua fell backward like a rag doll, crashing heavily to the ground.

The excruciating pain instantly drained all the air from his lungs, leaving him unable to even scream. He could only curl up and groan in pain.

"Pah! You old bastard, you don't know what's good for you." Zhao Dayou spat on Chen Guohua's face. "If you dare to harass us again, believe me, I'll send you to your grave early!"

"Stop wasting your breath on him, close the door, it stinks." Li Xiulian covered her nose in disgust.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut.

The world fell into a deathly silence, with only faint curses coming from inside the door and cheerful variety show sound effects from the television.

Chen Guohua huddled on the cold ground.

His face was covered in mud and the saliva of his enemies, emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

But he couldn't feel the dirt or the pain anymore.

He only felt cold.

The chill that seeped from the depths of his bones was slowly freezing his blood and devouring the last bit of his life force.

He tried to get up, but his spine felt like it was broken, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

Is this reality?

The wicked eat meat, watch variety shows, and roam free over the corpses of their victims.

I'm not reconciled...

I'm so unwilling to accept this!

!

Chen Guohua stared intently at the closed door, his eyelid ruptured, blood streaming down his face, turning his vision blood red.

If I had the strength...

If I had a healthy body...

If I could stand up, even for just one minute, even for just one second...

I'm willing to give anything!

I'd sell my soul to the devil!

I'm going to skin these beasts alive!

Let's dig out their hearts and see if they're black!

!

"I want to kill them..."

"I want to... tear them apart..."

Extreme anger and despair burned wildly in his dying soul, like oil being poured into a raging fire.

It was at this very moment.

In that moment when hatred, powerful enough to burn away reason, reached its peak.

Chen Guohua suddenly sensed something.

Deep within his empty, hollow chest, inside his heart that was about to stop beating.

A "seed" containing a terrifying rhythm has quietly sprouted.

thump.