Chapter 611: I was deceived in the first half of my life? ! !
My name is Feng Yuhuai.
16 years old this year.
He is a freshman in the martial arts key class of the Eighth Middle School in the Ninth District.
Unlike my good-for-nothing brother, I have been gifted since childhood, showing intelligence and understanding far beyond my peers. Although I couldn't test it when I was young, my martial arts aptitude must have been excellent.
My father and mother also think so, and my useless brother must be unconvinced in his heart.
But it doesn't matter, he is a waste~
The feelings of the waste are like the squeaking of a rat in the sewer, weak and redundant, and he has no say in this family.
His best way out is to end his worthless student life early, go out to work, earn a meager salary to supplement the family, and use the remaining little light and heat to support me, his talented sister.
In return, one day in the future, when I am truly overlooking the world from the clouds, perhaps I will slip some leftovers through my fingers for him to eat.
Not too much. After all, eating too much food is a waste of food.
This sentence was not said by me, it is a catchphrase my father often says, and I agree with it very much.
Every time my father said this, his eyes would glance at my brother, and my brother would bury his head even lower, almost poking it into the rice bowl.
As for me, I will straighten my back and feel the strong emotional value brought by this sentence.
In addition, my father has a catchphrase that is engraved in my soul like a brand.
——Yuhuai is the hope of our whole family.
I have always firmly believed in this.
My father's name was Feng Ju, and he was an ordinary constable in the police station.
He has some talent, but not much. He is much better than his good-for-nothing brother and at least he supported me through high school.
In return, if I can "ascend" to the upper city one day, I would be willing to take my father with me.
Yes, my father’s biggest dream is to go to the upper city and breathe the sweet air there.
This dream was like a seed, which was planted in my heart by him personally, and then grew wildly.
I also long to breathe the legendary sweet air, and long to step on the front of the colorful "butt" above my head one day.
I have been working very hard for this. Not only have I worked hard to practice martial arts, I have also worked hard to manage my personality.
I am pure, sweet and excellent, and I have won the love of all my classmates and teachers.
I am like a skilled actor, playing a flawless role on a stage called "Light".
This is also the "survival wisdom" my father taught me.
I did really well and enjoyed it.
Originally, I thought that I would always enjoy it, and then rely on my talent and hard work to "ascend" step by step into the upper city, and shine my dazzling light on a brighter stage.
I have always been so steadfast, but fate seemed to have played a huge joke on me. Instead of light, there came...
Where did the initial turning point begin?
I actually don’t remember it very clearly.
Maybe it started from the time I walked into that black clinic, or maybe it started from the time my father prescribed that pill for me, or maybe it started from the time my father broke his arm.
Or maybe it started from when my good-for-nothing brother moved out and was targeted by the black clinic?
have no idea.
I really don't know.
Perhaps long before then, the seeds of all changes had already been quietly planted in the darkness.
I don't have time to trace the root cause because the changes came too fast and too suddenly.
I "ate" Yazhi!
She is my best friend, with a bright smile and warm palms. We have slept in the same bed and sweated side by side in the martial arts field.
But can I be blamed for this?
It's natural to eat when you're hungry.
Yazhi was the easiest person I could think of at the time, and she was completely defenseless against me.
I'm sad, I'm really, really sad.
I don't want to face all this, and I don't want to admit that I have become a monster.
My intelligence and talent were brought to the extreme at that moment. I cleaned up the scene, forged traces, and perfectly framed everything on [Mask].
At that time, I had no idea that [Mask] was a monster even more terrifying than me, and that he would become entangled with me later.
I was extremely afraid of him, but at the same time, the fear also gave rise to a morbid admiration for him.
His power scares me and makes me love him.
I realized that I was terminally ill.
After that, I became increasingly hungry.
The hunger that comes from deep in the bone marrow is like a maggot in the tarsal bone, coming more fiercely every time.
In the end, I "ate" Xiaojuan, my other best friend.
Unlike the time with Yazhi, the guilt was like a thin layer of ice, which was quickly melted and swallowed up by a more turbulent and primitive sense of satisfaction.
I started to enjoy the process of eating.
Enjoy the pleasure of having strength filling your body, and enjoy the almost eternal connection brought about by the fusion of flesh and blood.
As I watched Xiaojuan's frightened eyes gradually lose their luster, the guilt in my heart was strangely alleviated.
Because I know that they are with me forever, in a way that is more direct and more complete than blood, a bond that is closer than family.
I created this bond.
Zhang Liyou peeped at this scene. She couldn't understand me, but I didn't blame her.
I was not afraid that she would report me because my father was promoted and became the captain of the police station.
In her eyes, my father is my biggest protector.
I can’t judge whether her idea is correct or not, but I am willing to influence her with love.
I firmly believe that when she finally becomes a part of me and merges with me forever, she will understand the preciousness of this bond and experience the happiness of having a best friend accompany her forever.
At this moment, I have completely become accustomed to this kind of fragmented life.
Half of them live in the light, enjoying the applause and envy; the other half hides in the darkness, carefully selecting the next "midnight snack".
I began to enjoy this exciting life a little.
How to say it?
Compared to the boring and bland scripts before, which were like the walking dead, this kind of life now seems to make me more aware of what is the meaning of life? What is the real life?
While enjoying the applause on the stage, I was preparing for my next midnight snack.
Then, the biggest change happened.
A bunch of ugly inhuman monsters ruined everything.
Monsters are not scary, non-humans are heretics.
The culprit behind all this is a scientist named Zuo Bai.
In order to resist his violence, I had to reveal my monster side.
This scene was secretly filmed by a reporter, and the storage chip of the video happened to fall into my father's hands.
So, that night when I returned home became my last dinner with my family.
I tested my father many times at the dinner table, wanting to know if he could accept me as a monster.
The answer is painful: my father hates monsters and he is a narrow-minded humanist.
I am very disappointed and in pain, so I don't want my father to feel the same disappointment and pain.
So, I found an opportunity to be alone with him and secretly killed him from behind.
I didn't eat him, even though I was starving.
Until the moment he closed his eyes, I deeply loved and respected my father.
Yes, I love him more than myself.
Otherwise, why would I rather sink into darkness than let him die in the light?
The funny thing is, the video was still exposed.
The Executive Yuan will definitely send people to arrest me. After all, my half of hope disappeared with my father's death.
I completely escaped into the darkness.
I went to the black clinic and sought help from the doctor, but he refused.
It doesn't matter, once he becomes my new father, he will help me.
The process went smoothly. After losing my beloved father, I gained a new father and more family.
Then I received a call from my brother and learned that my father was not dead.
My brother invited me to have a midnight snack, but my father didn't want to see me.
A huge sense of absurdity instantly overwhelmed me.
My father won’t forgive me?
Why won't he forgive me?
It was obviously him who deceived me, and he is also a monster~
A monster that has been hiding for who knows how many years, a monster that has always lived in the light, a monster that longs to go to the upper city? ! !
At that moment, my world completely collapsed.
I finally realized that my life has been a deception.
My father has been deceiving me. His love, like his appearance, is a false disguise.
My father never loved me. He only loved the dream of going to the city.
It was also at that moment that my dream was completely shattered. I suddenly woke up and realized that my brother was the person who was consistent in his words and deeds.
Even if he doesn't like me, it's just like I don't like him.
But, when I became a monster, when my father didn't want me, he still regarded me as his sister.
He doesn't like me and can never be as sweet-talking as my father, but he is the one who truly loves me.
My brother, he loves me so deeply.
In the end, I didn't go to have my brother's midnight snack. I didn't want to meet my hypocritical father, and I was ashamed to meet my sincere brother.
And I no longer have any light. From now on, I should pursue darkness. My path is in darkness.
I can no longer shine in the light, but I can remain forever in the darkness.
But my brother is different. He is still in the light. He is the only ray of light left in my heart.
I left District Nine.
With a heart full of wounds and a newfound "family", he plunged into a wider place where the light could hardly shine without looking back.
There, I wantonly "create" new bonds and new "family".
I smelled true freedom.
I finally understand that, compared to the narrow, hypocritical, and restrictive bright stage, the boundless darkness is the world that truly belongs to me and where I can "bloom" to my heart's content!
Then, they all died and I was arrested.
I gave up struggling, I thought everything was over, my script was coming to an end.
But the strange thing is that I didn't die or go to jail.
I was draped in a black robe and mask, and joined the Night's Watch.
I don’t know who the night watchman who arrested me is, nor do I know why he did this. There are too many things I can’t figure out.
He didn't explain anything to me and I didn't know where to look for answers.
I have too many unanswered questions.
But, anyway, I escaped death again.
Moreover, putting on this black robe that symbolizes "purification" and "order", I suddenly became a night watchman.
I can only become more and more certain that fate has once again protected me with its great power.
Wearing a black robe that blocks out all prying eyes, my whole body is shrouded in darkness. There are no words to describe how I feel at this moment.
I don't even know whether I should be falling into deeper darkness or walking back into the light.
It doesn't matter anymore.
The important thing is that today is my first time to go out on a mission since becoming a Night Watchman.
The mission wasn't important, the vague instructions just asked me to "observe" and "detect" the area.
The important thing is that I just saw my father.
He was indeed still alive... alive and well! =, living in the "light" he longed for, in the body of a monster he disguised himself as.
I have to admit, I missed him a little and wanted to... eat him!
Then, I saw... Zuo Bai again?
In a sense, Zuo Bai was the culprit who caused me to be exposed and the main culprit who led to my current situation. My hatred for this man is like the saliva secreted from my mouth that never stops.
In my must-eat recipes, Zuo Bai and my father's are at the top of the list, neck and neck.
And tonight, on my first mission as a night watchman, I ran into my father and Zuo Bai one after another.
Isn't this destiny's revelation to me, telling me to have a good meal tonight? ! !
But what puzzles me is, what was Zuo Bai doing and why did he get into the trunk of the taxi?
………
Feng Mu was practicing martial arts with full concentration.
System prompts kept popping up in my mind.
[Emergency Reminder:
Your experience pack 1 (clever Imoto) and your experience pack 2 (dear old father) have a fateful encounter.
Location: Emerald Garden
System calculations show: There is a 41.7% chance of triggering the "Kind Father, Filial Daughter" bond effect.
Ps: The effect will be better if you take experience packs together.]
Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes, and his first reaction was that this reminder was very strange.
This broken system has never proactively reminded me in the past, and it's a great thing that it can add an event log afterwards.
Why are you so attentive today that you even remind me in advance?
Feng Mu felt that the system had bad intentions, but he had no evidence.
"Could it be that the system also likes to see a loving father and a filial daughter? It thinks the probability of 41.7% is too low, and wants me to help and add more fuel to the fire for the father and daughter?"
Is he that kind of person?
While Feng Mu was thinking, another line of prompts popped up in front of him:
[Second Prison (partially missing)]
[Second Prison Control Progress Update!]
[Current control completeness 95%→96%! ! ! ]
[New record in the event log:
Qian Huan's mind awakens, but his body cannot move. (Completeness +1%)]
"Hey, the warden also woke up secretly? Great, great, we are only 4% short of the progress."
Feng Mu was overjoyed. As the warden's most trusted subordinate, he went to visit him as soon as possible. This was truly a glittering display of humanity.
He absolutely, absolutely, absolutely did not want to see a loving father and a filial daughter.
I just felt inexplicably that my eyes seemed to be a little itchy again, as if something was about to grow...
(End of this chapter)
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