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The man said and was about to cut off the connection. Sang Feiwan said: "You killed your father, have you forgotten? If you have forgotten, just remember it."

That cold voice was slightly confusing, causing him to stop when he was about to hang up the connection.

He murmured: "My father, he is a wicked man, he deserves to die... deserves to die..."

The memory that had been covered by time and thought it could be forgotten suddenly came to mind at this moment.

At that moment, he felt like he was being dragged back to that extremely dark time:

"Bitch, why are you talking to other men?"

"Are you so intolerant of loneliness? Asking for directions? It's not good for him to ask anyone, so why do he have to ask you for directions?"

"You didn't mean to stand there and seduce people! I'll beat you to death, you bitch!"

His father's insults and his mother's wails accompanied him throughout his childhood and adolescence.

His father was an alcoholic who liked to beat his wife and children when he was drunk.

Zheng Renza couldn't even remember how many times he had been beaten.

Years of domestic violence forced him to escape.

Every time he saw his father getting angry and wanting to take action, he would lock himself in the closet.

But no matter how tightly the cabinet door is closed, the sound of my father's insults, my mother's wailing, and the sound of things falling still reaches my ears and lingers in my heart.

Because of domestic violence, he did not dare to make friends or get close to anyone since he was a child, fearing that others would know that he had a father who loved to beat others.

18 years old.

My father got drunk again and beat my mother again.

This time, Zheng Renza finally broke out.

He grabbed his father's knife and hacked wildly.

Blood spread before his eyes, staining the bodies of the father and son red.

He came to his senses and dropped the knife in a daze.

My father was lying in a pool of blood and was no longer moving.

His mother cried and came to hug him. She cried and wiped the fingerprints off the kitchen knife, and then printed her own fingerprints.

She held back her tears and pretended to be calm and said to her son: "Remember, it was me who killed your father! He beat me and I couldn't bear it, so I resisted and killed him. It has nothing to do with you. You are still young and you can't get involved." The Master’s murder!”

Later, the police took away his mother.

Some time later, bad news came about my mother. She committed suicide in prison.

When he heard the bad news, he couldn't tell how he felt. There is sadness, but more of a feeling of relief.

After that, he left his hometown and went to another city to start a new life.

He tried not to think about everything in the past, thinking that forgetting would be enough to treat it as nothing happened.

Later, he saved some money and married his wife.

He likes his wife very much and really wants to live with her for a long time.

But he didn't know why, that day, just because of a bracelet, he suddenly couldn't control his violent mood and beat his wife.

During the beating, the hearty pleasure gave him an indescribable enjoyment.

After the beating, he did regret it and was afraid that he would become like his father.

So, for a long time, he worked hard to control his temper. But there seemed to be a ferocious beast hidden in his body. The more he restrained himself, the more he wanted to break out.

Later, as the number of attacks increased, it became easier and easier for him to lose control of his emotions. Slowly, it actually formed a habit and even began to enjoy the process of violence.

Finally, the terrified little boy hiding in the closet grew up to be like his father, repeating the life trajectory of the previous generation.

At this moment, the hidden truth was exposed mercilessly by Sang Feiwan.

"You're talking nonsense, you're talking nonsense! My father was accidentally killed by my mother, not me, not me!"

He tried to cover himself up with panicked excuses, struggling like a fish out of the water.

Sang Feiwan said calmly: "Your mother has been cowardly all her life. The only time she was brave was to stand up and take the blame for you. Do you know why your mother committed suicide? It is clear that neighbors, relatives and friends have written letters of understanding, so she should be given a light sentence, but She committed suicide anyway. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Zheng Renza asked subconsciously - this question has also troubled him for a long time.

Sang Feiwan said: "She doesn't want you to live in the shadow of the past all your life because you have a mother who is a murderer. She thinks that if she dies, your life can start again."

"You have indeed started a new life. Now your friends, neighbors, and even your wife don't know about your dark past."

"But no matter how good you pretend on the surface, you still can't get over that hurdle in your heart. The shadow of childhood follows you like a shadow, and it has already distorted your psychology."

"You see - your father is 'back' and he's in you. You've become a scum like him."

"No, I'm not him, how could I be him? That scum deserved his death, so there's no way I can become him?" The man roared crazily, his face twisted and hideous.

Sang Feiwan smiled slightly: "Look at the screen carefully. Is that face your father's face?"

Zheng Renza looks a bit like his father. The ferocious expression and furious look at this moment were exactly the same as when his father was furious and violent.

"Ah!" He exclaimed, and the phone in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and the screen shattered like a spider web.

But the "father" on the screen did not disappear. He stared at him as before, as if he would pull out his belt and whip him severely in the next moment.

What followed was Sang Feiwan's bewitching voice: "Actually, your father never left. He has always been watching you. He turned you into a person like him."

"Look, even though you killed him, he never left."

Sang Feiwan's voice was clear and light, but every word, every word, every sound that reached the man's ears made his fear deepen and deepen.

It turned out that I had unknowingly become the person I hated the most.

It turns out that my father never left...

"Dad, why are you pestering me? You are dead, why can't you stay away from me? Why why..."

The man curled up on the ground and broke down crying: "Mom, mom, I'm sorry for you. I killed you, I killed you..."

Suddenly the crying stopped, and the tear-stained face was once again occupied by fear.

"Don't come here, dad, don't come here! I was wrong, dad, don't hit me, don't hit mom!"

"Help, help! It's so dark in the closet and I'm so scared! Someone help me, someone help me!"

In his panicked shouting, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, becoming that little child who was deeply affected by domestic violence and hiding in the closet in fear.