I work 9 to 5 in Chainsaw Man

The hazy fog filled the entire space, and Shirem was walking here, unable to see clearly the road ahead.

When the perspective suddenly shifted from the clothing store to here, Shirem realized that he had been tricked.

It's nothing more than an illusion or something. Hirem, who has been fighting for a long time, moves forward without fear. No matter how bad he is, he can't be his own revolving door, right?

He passed through layers of fog, his vision gradually became clearer, and his sight gradually dropped. Hirem knew that this was the effect of illusion, so he didn't pay attention until he saw familiar furniture and houses.

Shirem stared blankly at the group photo on the table. In it, a couple was holding a boy. The man was strong and the woman was soft. The boy was smiling happily, looking like a happy family. However, the blood stains on the frame made this beauty change. It's chilling.

Shirem looked at the wooden door in front of him and the knocking sound coming from inside. He seemed to know what was going on inside. He put his hand on the door handle and pushed it open gently.

The environment inside the house was terrible. The smell was as pungent as a garbage dump explosion. The floor was covered with broken wine bottles and vomit. A man with a depraved face was sitting in it, holding a whip and a wine bottle in his hand.

At this time, he shrank and hid behind the pile of wine bottles, as if praying that the pile of wine bottles, which was only one meter high, could hide him.

When he quietly looked over and saw Shirem in the form of a child, the drunk man stood up and yelled: "It's you damn bastard who's back! You scared me, did you come back to buy some wine?"

Hirem was a little dazed and did not respond.

The man's face flushed with anger, he picked up the whip in his hand and swung it hard at Hirem.

The reaction nerves honed through profound combat experience and life-and-death struggles allowed Hirem to raise his hand and grab the wooden whip that was swung at him.

The man who was paralyzed by alcohol tried hard but failed to pull the wooden whip out of Hirem's hand, which made the man even more angry.

When he was angry, a woman wearing a rag skirt came out to protect Hiram and cried: "Don't beat the child. I've bought you wine and put it on the table over there."

The man snorted, dropped his whip, and walked to the other side.

Seeing the man leave, the woman stroked Hirem's head, secretly put a few folded coins into his chest pocket and said: "Eat whatever you want outside at night, don't be in a hurry to go home, be good, Hirem." .”

Seeing the gentle smile and kindness of the woman in front of him, Shirem nodded and walked out of the house.

Standing under the big tree outside the house, Shirem recalled the smile just now. It had been a long time since he had seen such a smile. Since her death, he had only faced cruel smiles.

That woman was his father's second wife, his stepmother.

His mother gave birth to him prematurely and died unfortunately. His father used his mother's funeral money to marry his stepmother and began his drunken career.

In Hiram's memory, there was not a day that his father did not spend with a bottle of wine, which gave Hiram a natural hatred for alcohol.

He grew up without a father's love, and his stepmother became the first ray of light in his life.

It was a tradition in the stepmother's family that after the doctor proved she was infertile, she was sold to her father as a wife at a very low price.

She is gentle, virtuous, and considerate, and any beautiful words in the world seem vulgar to her.

Because of her intervention, except for a few severe beatings from his scumbag father, Hiram survived a safe and warm childhood.

And on a few days every week, his stepmother would give him a sum of money to eat out. When late at night, she would go to the center of the village, hold his hand and lead him home.

But that time, he went back after eating, and through the window, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

In another room where his father was drunk, his stepmother was naked and kneeling on the ground. Behind her, several vulgar and ugly men beat her severely with whips, leaving ugly scars on her back. The man who was both a father and a husband was drinking wine and watching all this as if nothing had happened.

Anger consumed little Hirem's sanity. He rushed into the house and beat the man who bullied his stepmother crazily. However, the thin boy was dragged out of the door by his father, who received a whipping and abuse.

Throughout the night, the room was filled with stepmother's cries of pain. Hirem let his tears run dry and his anger burned his internal organs. He was covered in wounds but did not cry out in pain.

After the beast's father was tired, he went back to the house to drink. The next day, Shirem saw the men handing his father a lot of money...

At only ten years old, he completely recognized his father's face!

He lifted his painful body, picked up the kitchen knife, and walked towards the man who was still drinking from behind.

The man glanced back and cursed: "Get out of here! Didn't you remember my beating yesterday? Ah!"

Shirem walked behind his father without saying a word. He had been numbed by alcohol for many years. The man resisted fiercely, but it did not stop his actions.

Hirem took out a piece of rope and strangled his father's neck from behind. He happened to have a mouthful of wine in his mouth. The alcohol choked his brain, and as the rope continued to tighten, the man soon suffocated and passed out.

Shirem walked in front of the man and looked at his pale face carefully.

"It's such a pity. If I wake you up, I'll just scream, which will disturb my stepmother. I'd better let you die in your sleep."

"It's really an advantage for you."

Little Shirem raised the knife...

At this time, Hirem, who was standing outside the door, put his ear against the door. Inside, his father slammed the empty wine bottle to the ground, spitting abuse at his stepmother. He picked up the whip again and beat his stepmother. stand up.

According to his memory, Shirem climbed in through the kitchen window, took out the kitchen knife from the cupboard, and walked straight to the room where his father drank alcohol.

Gently pushing the door open, he saw his scum father beating his stepmother. He crept up behind his father, and when his stepmother shook her head, he cut off the man's hamstring with a knife.

The man wailed and fell to the ground. Hirem tore his hair, pulled him over, and said softly: "Sure enough, no matter how long it takes, I want to kill you. I really want to thank the owner of this illusion for allowing me to kill you when you are awake." , kill you again!"

As he spoke, the kitchen knife in Hirem's hand had already cut the man's neck. The man covered his throat with blood spurting out, fell to the ground and twitched with his eyes wide open. He would experience all the processes before death while he was awake.

Shirem habitually shook off the blood on his kitchen knife, but his stepmother had already taken the kitchen knife from his hand.

He did not refuse, or rather he would never refute any of the woman's requests.

The stepmother did exactly the same thing she did when she saw her killing her father.

"Hirem, mother hid all the money we needed to escape under the kitchen table. Remember to take it out and leave here to start a career. Let me bear the charge of killing your husband."

Like last time, Hirem did not refuse. He would never refuse anything from his stepmother.