He gives people a friendly feeling that is easy to get along with, making people unconsciously want to get close to him.
But no one knows what kind of twisted heart is hidden under this seemingly harmless appearance.
Only Lu Shen himself knew that when he was five years old, he strangled to death the kitten that Bai Si gave him.
The kitten struggled desperately in his hands, whimpering weakly. As its breathing gradually stopped, its body became limp and weak.
At that moment, an unprecedented pleasure spread throughout Lu Shen's body like an electric current, making him tremble and excited, as if he had discovered a brand new secret that could bring him pleasure.
From then on, slaughter and blood became the source of his happiness.
Whenever he saw a living life disappearing bit by bit in his hands, the spurting blood would always make his heart beat faster and he would feel immense joy, completely sinking into this twisted pleasure and unable to extricate himself.
Since he was a child, Lu Shen felt that Uncle Zhao was the best person to him.
Both his father and mother would beat and scold him, but Uncle Zhao never did.
No matter what he wanted, Uncle Zhao would always try to satisfy him.
The second time, when he was killing a stray dog on the roadside with a fruit knife, he saw Uncle Zhao at the intersection.
Lu Shen was filled with fear. He was afraid that Lu Zhao would tell his parents about this.
But Lu Zhao just reached out and gently touched his head, with a strange smile on his face: "A Shen, you are really brave, worthy of being the son of the Lu family."
The Lu family's house was large, empty and deserted. Lu Li and Bai Si often went out traveling, leaving him to be taken care of by Uncle Lu Zhao.
From then on, whenever Lu Li and his wife were not at home, all the animals he killed were specially sent to him by Lu Zhao.
The first time Lu Shen killed someone was when he met the thirteen-year-old Agou.
When Lu Shen saw Agou for the first time, he was stunned, even though he was very dirty.
Wearing tattered clothes and eating food found in trash cans.
But he still felt that the child looked too much like his mother Baisi.
This resemblance not only did not arouse his favor, but instead aroused an inexplicable malice in his heart.
A stinky beggar actually looks more like his mother than himself?
Does he deserve it?
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