my body has no limits

Chapter 329

Black Hell Butcher, a name that makes everyone who knows him feel fear.

Including those colleagues who helped him take on the task.

Butcher, no one remembers his original name, maybe only the adult who brought him into the black prison still remembers it.

After the butcher himself knew that he was called a butcher, he resolutely abandoned his original name, and he couldn't even remember what his last name was.

Maybe he won't be alive.

He came from a small country in Asia. His father was a murderer who was sentenced to death. He killed at least 15 humans in 120 long years.

On average, eight people are killed every year, and one murder is committed every one and a half months.

The butcher had forgotten whether his father had brought him with him when he killed.

Maybe not.

He was a very good young man before the age of 22.

Even after his father was sentenced many people (including his neighbors) felt sorry for him.

Pity him for having such a devilish father.

He vaguely remembered that a white-haired grandmother from the neighbor brought him a bowl of porridge, "Dear mother, don't be sad, it's not your fault!"

At that time, the butcher went back to the church to pray for the people his father killed, hoping that they could enter heaven.

He didn't blame his father, his mother, grandfather, grandfather, none of them blamed his father.

Even if he is a murderous maniac.

The butcher thought he would spend his life in penance.

But soon he found out that he was wrong.

Half a year after his father died, he began to realize that he had hallucinations. At first it was only auditory hallucinations, followed by visual hallucinations.

"Your father is a murderer, and you are the son of a murderer!"

"The son of a murderer will also be a murderer!"

"There is a bloodline of killing in your blood, inspire it!"

"Killer! Killer!"

The butcher heard calls, male and female voices, condemning, seductive, and threatening!

Whatever their tone, there is only one purpose, to make the Butcher become a man like his father.

The butcher thought it was the ghosts of the people his father had killed, and they were haunting him for revenge!
"Mom, I want to go to church!"

The butcher's mother sat on the sofa, looking at her son as if seeing his father, "It's useless, but since you want to go, then go."

The butcher didn't see his mother's expression, and he came to the church again with a penitent heart.

Then he saw his father, "Dad? Why did you do that?"

The butcher didn't think about why his father still appeared, he ran to his father excitedly and questioned him.

His father had a hideous grin on his face, a grin that frightened the butcher, yet familiar.

Where do you seem to have seen it?Where is it?

"Dad, tell me, why? Why?"

The butcher's questioning didn't stop his father from stopping in front of him.

"Dad, tell me!"

The butcher was screaming, and his father turned his head suddenly.

"Uh……"

The butcher's throat seemed to be strangled by a strong arm, and the roaring voice just now dissipated.

Father turned his head slowly, and at some point in his hand there was an extra butcher's knife, a butcher's knife dripping with blood.

There were three people lying on the chairs of the church, a very old man, a middle-aged woman and a high school student.

The butcher suppressed his nausea and looked up, and found that the three of them were all confirmed victims killed by their father.

"Dad, don't, Dad, don't..."

The butcher cried and shook his head, begging his father not to do that.

But it didn't work, his father dismembered the three people on the chair one by one like slaughtering pigs in a slaughterhouse.

The butcher didn't know why their blood splashed on him.

Even though it was far away, blood splashed onto his face, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils.

"Do not!!!"

When the butcher awoke he was in the church with his own tears on his hands.

He frantically ran out of the church, ran home, and collapsed on the sofa.

"Let me just say, it's useless, everything is useless."

The mother brought a cup of hot tea and put it in front of the butcher, "Drink it, kid, don't torture yourself, it will get better."

Waking up from his sleep, the butcher stretched comfortably. This was the first time he had slept so peacefully in a month.

Sure enough, it was a correct choice for me to choose to come to my grandfather in the country.

But starting the next night, the butcher started hearing some strange noises.

dong dong dong...

what is this sound?
That night, the butcher suffered from insomnia again.

Not because of the ubiquitous hallucination, but that thump-dump sound.

"Isn't that your hallucination?"

The grandmother's kind face and warm voice made the butcher relax.

His body, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed, but his voice remained firm: "No, I'm sure it's not an illusion."

"Okay, it's not a hallucination, maybe I, a deaf old woman, can't hear it, but don't worry, maybe it's a mouse or a woodpecker."

The grandmother's comfort made the butcher temporarily quiet, and he fell asleep on the sofa.

"Is it better now?"

"Well, much better."

After waking up, the butcher had forgotten the thumping sound, and now he was really not sure if it was the real sound or his own auditory hallucination?
At night, the butcher waited for the sound to come, and finally when he was about to fall asleep, he heard the sound...

Again!
The butcher decided to see if this was his hallucination.

He quietly got off the bed, put on his soft-soled slippers, and went downstairs softly.

The sound did not come from the house.

He paused for a moment on the first floor, and found that the voice was still coming faintly.

outside!
The butcher looked into the grandparents' room, did they really not hear?
Opening the door, the butcher walked out onto the lawn that my grandfather carefully tended. The sound seemed to be getting closer.

Is it this direction?

The butcher deliberately controlled the sound of his footsteps, hoping not to disturb the person who made the sound.

Hey!
Should I bring a weapon with me, what if it's a bad guy?
The closer he got to the sound source, the butcher suddenly felt a sense of fear and excitement.

Trying to calm himself down, he approached step by step.

Then found out...

The sound is gone!
Ok?
Why did it disappear?Is it really an auditory hallucination?

The butcher stood on the lawn for a long time, unwilling to go back until he felt that his clothes were about to be soaked with dew.

After falling on the bed, he seemed to hear that thumping sound again, but he didn't have the energy to search any further.

His tired body made him regard this sound as a lullaby, and after getting familiar with it, it is not so difficult to accept!

But whether it is good or bad, its existence should be real.

The butcher was sure that it wasn't his hallucination.

But why can’t grandparents hear it?They were closer to the lawn, and he saw no sign that his grandparents were deaf.

(End of this chapter)