I have a poisonous snake

Chapter 320 The president is sick 50
——Extra chapter. Mu She——

To be a well-behaved child, if my mother told me not to hate my father, I would not hate him.

No matter how much he hates me, insults and beats me, I will always treat him as my father.

When I was six years old, I went to primary school.

And it was also in this year that my father brought back a boy who was about my size.

That was the child born to his father and Qingmei, named Mu Ci.

My father was very kind to that child, and his eyes were tender and considerate that my mother and I had never seen before.

But that child is very annoying and always bullies my mother and me just like his father.And with his father's connivance, he became more and more unscrupulous.

When I was seven years old, I was the first in the school. When I showed it to my father, he tore up the paper without even glancing at it, and threw the crumbs on my face with his hands.

"This kind of rubbish, don't show it to me in the future."

Father turned his head and hugged Mu Ci with a smile on his face.

"How did you do, baby?"

"not good."

Mu Ci's face was full of displeasure.

"It's okay, it's not good if you don't do well in the exam, what do you want? Dad will buy it for you."

"Thank you Dad! I love Dad the most!"

"How much love?"

"I pretend to be dad in my heart!"

"Hahahaha, good son, so good."

"..."

Looking at that dazzling and heartwarming scene, and looking at Mu Ci's provocative look, I clenched the hand hanging by my side tightly.

With his head down, the corner of his mouth raised a strange arc silently.

Is it really all I have in my heart...that is my father?
I really want to open Mu Ci's heart and see.

The idea took root in my mind, intensified, and finally exploded on his seventh birthday.

I killed Mu Ci and cut open his body.

He lied... In the bloody red heart, there is only blood, no father.

Mu Ci's eyes, which had always been domineering in the past, were tightened with fear, his mouth was open, and saliva flowed out.

I didn't find my father in Mu Ci's head, so I dropped the fruit knife, sat beside the dead body for a while, and called my father with my mother's mobile phone.

"What's the matter?"

Father's tone was impatient.

"Dad, Mu Ci is a liar."

"What did you say? I'm telling you, don't bully my son, be careful I'll go back and beat you to death!"

"..."

I glanced at Mu Ci's pupils that were gradually dilating, picked up the fruit knife, and pierced it into his eyes.

puff.

The eyes are so ugly, they should be destroyed.

"Goodbye, dad."

Before we finished speaking, a busy signal sounded on the other end. My father was always impatient to listen to us.

Really... I originally wanted to tell my father.

After an unknown amount of time, my mother came back. When she saw me sitting in a pool of blood with a smile on my face, the smile on her face suddenly faded away and was replaced by a face full of horror and fear.

"A She, you, you killed Mu Ci?"

"Mom, he's lying. I cut open his heart and looked at it. He doesn't have a father at all in his heart."

"In the future, Dad will only have me as a son. Will he like me a little bit?"

"The teacher said that children who lie are bad children, and Mu Ci is a bad boy, so I killed him. Mother, why are you crying? Are you unhappy?"

Mother……

Are you unhappy?

Memories stopped abruptly.

I stood in front of my mother's tombstone, looked at it quietly for a long time, bent down and put a bunch of flowers in front of the tomb.

Now, mother, you see I am very obedient.You told me not to hate my father, I really don't hate at all.

He is still alive now, but he has become disabled, not dead.

He hit you with his hands, scolded you with his mouth, and kicked you with his feet, so there is no need for these bad things to exist, right?
Mother, please go away, but...should I ask father to accompany you?

As I thought about it, a soft smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and I slowly walked towards the man in the corner.

His hands and feet were all gone, his tongue was cut off, and the only remaining eye was looking at me with deep fear.

In his pupils, a figure holding a knife was reflected.

Blood spread, and I solemnly picked up my father's head and placed it in front of my mother's portrait.

My mother's portrait is in black and white, with a gentle smile on her face, just as perfect as she remembers.

A soft body with the fragrance of a girl is pasted behind me, with its arms around my waist.

"Mu She, you still have me."

"Ah."

　the second
　　The number of words in this chapter is one thousand and two, and the next plane is:

　　Ghost game
　　Horror plane, enter with caution~
　　If you don’t like it, you can wait for the next plane~
　　No.1 said...it may not be well written, but it's okay to read.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)