Attack him as paranoid

My name is Shang Chiqian, and I am his brother.

I'm really thankful that he was mine from birth.

My autism is part of my bodily function, and I found evidence that I was born with the same looseness when I saw him wrinkled and howling at the age of eight.

He is my younger brother. From others' point of view, my kindness to him is my younger brother's accusation, but they don't know that I can truly have him only if I pamper him so much that he can't leave me.

This immoral love is not accepted by the world.

I heard them, I heard them scolding my dear brother.

'Look, that's the youngest son of their family, having sex with his brother'

'gay, disgusting'

'Luan Lun, really perverted'

'This thing was born that shouldn't have existed'

……

I killed them, Mom and Dad thought we couldn't be together, but they loved us.

They made a villa, and this was my mental hospital, where I was told I would spend the rest of my life.

I love my Zinan, I miss him.

His parents sent him here, and Zinan also came. He was such a pure and innocent child who didn't know anything, but because of his elder brother, he became an existence cast aside by the world.

He became a member of this mental hospital that belonged to me.

Years passed, he grew up, he wanted to leave me, he wanted to leave me who was only him!

I will not allow this kind of thing to happen. I want the medical staff to mix "huo" into his favorite preserved egg and lean meat porridge. I will peel pears for him every day. The porridge with a peculiar smell has sweet pears so that it will not show its flaws.

He will live in the world I made up for him. In reality, I can embrace him more boldly. He can only lie on the bed and feel me, and he will never run away again.

I hate all creatures that interfere with my two-person world with him, and I kill everyone.

I'm not sick, I don't need medicine, I don't need injections, I don't need psychotherapy, I just love my brother, it's not a disease.

Where is the body buried?

Let’s bury it in the soil. Anyway, the yard is big, so it’s not a problem to buy more than a dozen people. If it’s not good enough, you can still throw it in the lake.

I can finally guard him, I only have him.

He woke up.

Fortunately, he doesn't remember everything, I can wash his hands and make soup for him, and I'm still a good brother in his eyes.

However, if you use "confusion" too much, there will be side effects. Because of this negligence, I became the object of his defense.

I can accept his hissing and punching and kicking, so that I can force him to hold him in my arms, comfort him with a gentle voice, and caress him slowly, but he actually told me to let him go.

I can't let go, he's mine.

am I crazy?

No, just locked him up.

He no longer eats the preserved egg and lean meat porridge I made, that's good, I'll dig out those rotten corpses, he won't eat the pears I peeled, that's good, I'll stuff them into his body.

end

"Brother, this meat is expired."

"Buried for so many years, it's inevitable that the smell will be bad."

The author has something to say: it's over

This is my black history

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