I am not human

Three months ago, in an old uninhabited community in City A.

In the dark corridor, a young man in his early twenties was slowly walking down the stairs.

He was pulling dirty pink cotton slippers on his feet, and he was wrapped in home clothes indiscriminately. He looked like a bear just waking up from hibernation. .

The bear shuffled down the stairs, came to the rusty mailboxes, picked up a twig and poked it into one of the mailboxes, plucked it twice, but couldn't find the expected envelope, and frowned slightly. .

He took out his pocket, took out a small rusty key from it, put it into the lockhole of the mailbox expectantly and hesitantly, turned half a circle, and opened the door, and it was empty inside.

Frowning in frustration, he reluctantly checked out the other mailboxes one by one several times, for fear that the postman accidentally threw his letter into someone else's mailbox.After confirming that there was indeed no letter arriving today, the young man threw away the branch, let out a cry of disappointment, turned around and looked around angrily.

The sleeves of the home clothes were rolled up, revealing the arms nailed with a row of wooden nails.He looked at the surrounding empty buildings, guessing where the "security officers" who were always watching and monitoring him in the dark were at the moment.

He had to ask them why his letter hadn't arrived until today.He endured the loneliness day after day, just for those few photos...

There were two "bang bang" sounds, and an object like a sandbag was suddenly thrown behind him.The young man turned his head and saw two gnawed mutilated corpses lying on the ground. The pure black uniforms on their bodies were so torn that they were almost unrecognizable.

His eyes slid over the corpse and moved up slightly, just as he saw the thin and pale boy spitting out broken bones with disgust on his face.

"A self-righteous uncle like this is the worst thing to eat." The young man turned to him and said, "But it's no wonder, people are self-righteous in the first place."

The young man looked at him vigilantly, his body didn't move, but his shadow began to turn black and swell, climbing from the ground to the wall, twisting and deforming, winding out nine slender snake necks, flamboyant like a group of dancing snakes.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to trouble you." The boy clapped his hands easily, and walked towards him without looking at the two corpses on the ground, "You seem to be in a hurry, what are you looking for?" Woolen cloth?"

The young man didn't answer, and the boy casually took out a black envelope from his pocket: "Could it be that you're looking for this?"

The pupils shrank suddenly, and the shadow behind him uttered a sharp cry, and a black streak shot out of the wall like lightning, heading straight for the envelope in the boy's hand.

The young man was not afraid, he stretched out his hand generously, and just let the young man snatch the envelope away.Heiying handed the things to the young man, only then did the young man realize that the envelope was different from what he had imagined—the letters sent to him by the Ministry of Security would always have some anti-human spells drawn on them, but this envelope There was nothing on it, just an ordinary envelope.

Unconsciously, his heart sank, and he quickly opened the envelope and took out the contents.After realizing that what was put in it was indeed a photo, his expression immediately relaxed, but when he saw the contents of the photo clearly, his expression froze for an instant.

In the photo, it was a girl lying in the morgue.

His eyes were closed tightly, and there was no trace of life.On the undulating chest, there were traces of being burned by the talisman paper.

"I have a daughter."

On the second floor of the second-hand bookstore, a young man with a fresh and delicate face was talking to Liao Qingshu, seemingly completely unaware of the sudden change in the other party's face.

"In my family, children are very important, and they are more precious than life. I dream of having a child of my own...but I can't."

His slender fingers caressed his masculine face, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "I have a congenital defect, and it is difficult to have children of my own. In order to procreate, I had to seek out folk remedies in the clan, and kept hunting men ...I don't kill them, I just suck their blood. After a lot of work, I finally had my own child with the help of a human being."

"And then?" Liao Qingshu stared out the window and said blankly.

The young people followed his gaze and looked out of the window together. On the glass, seven bird heads turned around together. More than a dozen pairs of eyes gleamed, quietly looking at Liao Qingshu through the glass.

"That human betrayed me. He found a group of people and took my daughter away. They said, because I didn't kill anyone, so I don't have to die, but I have to be obedient, follow their requirements, and live in the life they designated place, and only then will they bring me news of the baby on a regular basis."

Liao Qingshu's throat rolled, and moved out a little: "You agreed?"

The young man nodded: "They hid the baby, I can only listen to them. I live like a walking dead every day, just to receive the baby's photo on the tenth day of every month."

Liao Qingshu answered twice indiscriminately, and continued to move out quietly.The young man didn't seem to care about him at all. He lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thin arms and a row of round scars on his fair skin: "Who knows, my baby will be gone later. Under the eyelids of those humans Down below, I was killed by a half-demon 'inside the system', just because my baby was a 'dangerous item' in their eyes."

Liao Qingshu's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Looking up at the nine-headed strange bird reflected on the glass, his heart moved, and he said uncontrollably: "If you don't mind...would you like to listen to me tell a story?"

He swallowed, and continued: "A story about my classmate. She is a half-demon girl, and we all call her Goo Goo."

Under the bookstore, the car shook violently.

Pedestrians passing by all looked sideways and chose to take a detour. Occasionally, some people raised their mobile phones to take pictures, but they couldn't see the situation inside the car clearly.Suddenly there was a "bang", the door on the driver's side was knocked open, a fat body rolled out, and hit the electric pole with a bang, causing passers-by to scream.The commotion hadn't subsided yet, and there was another loud noise inside the car. Another figure jumped out from the back seat, rolled several times on the ground, got up, and was about to get up and leave, when another ashes jumped out of the car. Shadow, with five fingers waving, went straight to grab the former.The previous person flipped his wrist, and with the momentum of getting up, he slashed back. The silver dagger pierced through the flesh and smashed through the bamboo all the way.

People who eat melons: "..."

Jiufang Ziyan wiped the blood splattered on his face with the back of his hand, lowered his head and caressed his scratched windbreaker distressedly, suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right, raised his eyes ignorantly, and just saw the stunned and terrified face of a passerby.

"..." Silently kicking the vampire's head back, he dryly explained: "Filming."

Passers-by are still terrified.He thought for a while, and added, "Hit the zombies."

People who eat melons: "..."

Jiufang Ziyan had no other choice, turned around and lifted the vampire's head, and shouted at the melon-eating crowd: "What are you looking at! Everyone go home! Don't eat!"

While speaking, he shook out a few confuse spells between his fingers, threw them out casually, turned around and walked silently to the bookstore, thinking to himself that he must make a phone call for the security department to deal with the aftermath.

Only a few steps away, someone suddenly blocked his way.

Jiufang Ziyan looked up, only to see a man in a suit exuding an abstinent temperament standing in front of him, pushing his glasses with his middle finger indifferently.

With a serious look on his face, he turned around suddenly, only to realize that there were figures of people walking towards him from all directions.

There are men and women, old and young, the only thing in common is that they are definitely not low in appearance and the murderous aura is so faint that it cannot be detected.

Rolling his eyes angrily, Jiufang Ziyan raised his hand and threw away the head in his hand. He reached out and touched the short sword. The short sword turned into silver light and split into two. Each hand held one of them and made a whirring sound when swinging it. .

"I'm really annoyed by things like yours, which have no breath and no recognition, and only rely on your face for food. Your mother raised you so much to make you a vampire?" Jiufang Ziyan muttered unhappily, turning the silver light in his hand, and The flame spiraled up, turned into a peregrine falcon, and landed quietly on his shoulder.

"A group of unfilial sons... hurry up, I'm in a hurry!"

On the second floor of the bookstore, Liao Qingshu was still standing in front of the dirty glass window.

The young man stood side by side with him, tilting his head slightly, listening to Liao Qingshu's not-so-fluent speech, and was fascinated by it.

Liao Qingshu is not a person who is very good at telling stories, what she can tell is nothing more than trivial things about getting along with them.However, the young man listened very attentively, and sometimes asked questions about some details, Liao Qingshu tried her best to answer, looking at the young man's concentrated face, somehow felt a little sad.

"Goo, she has always believed that her mother loves her." At the end, Liao Qing said soothingly, looking at the young man meaningfully, "She has always believed that her mother is not some vicious monster .She thinks her mother must be a good person... I mean, a monster."

The young man did not speak.Liao Qingshu's heart suddenly hung up - he was not sure whether his words would have the desired effect.

After a long time, the young man finally made a move.He lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse: "Gu Gu, you're a silly boy."

Liao Qingshu hesitated for a moment, and argued, "She...she's not stupid, she's just nice..."

"I know." The young man still lowered his head, "She is a good girl, and so are you..."

He took a deep breath, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were full of determination: "I'm sorry."

Liao Qingshu's heart skipped a beat: "I'm sorry for what?"

He is afraid of these three words now.Every time someone said these three words to him, he would be unlucky.

The young man took two steps back slightly, and answered irrelevant questions: "My baby, I must seek justice for her, and make all those who hurt and take advantage of us pay the price... I'm sorry, you shouldn't be involved, but I can't help it, He only wants you... I can't wait any longer, I really can't wait any longer."

"No, what are you sorry for?!" Inexplicable fear seized her heart, and Liao Qingshu couldn't help raising her voice, "What are you going to do!"

"I don't need to do anything." The young man's voice has regained his composure. "What I should do has already been done."

"What do you mean?" Liao Qingshu asked, raised her foot and wanted to walk towards him, but fell unsteadily to the ground, sweeping all the books on the window sill to the ground with a clatter.He shook his head in pain, felt his ears buzzing, his eyes turned black, and there was a slightly astringent sweet taste in his mouth.

What exactly is going on?

Liao Qingshu felt dizzy and couldn't figure out the answer.He groaned, struggling to get up from the ground, but in a trance, he found that his hand on the ground was already covered with a layer of brown short hair.