After being dismantled cp

And even if he guessed it, what could he do?

He told the people around him that the mastermind behind these things was the Holy Son?

Who would believe him?People just thought he was crazy.

And how would he tell Allen about this?Tell him that his father is the serial killer he's tracking down, and then let them kill each other?

Alan himself didn't know, he could only take one step at a time.

"By the way, why does Dad know so much about that family?" Allen said to himself, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"If you'd tell me—" He paused, even if he told him he wouldn't necessarily forgive the family.

After all, mom died because of them.

He hammered down the table.

"Sometimes the kinder people are, the more terrifying demons they are." Alan said, "They don't easily get angry with humans, because in the eyes of such people, humans are not the same species as them.

They look at people like they look at pigs and mice.Are you mad at pigs?No, it's just a livestock. "

Unexpectedly, Allen remembered his father's tone when he mentioned the murderer.

Indifference, indifference.Words of sympathy were spoken, but there was not much sympathy in reality.

If there is doubt, everything that was previously ignored by logic will quickly surface, like someone wiping the foggy glass in winter.

Allen suddenly remembered that sometimes his father would go out at night to get materials.

Then the next day, maybe the third day there would be a murder.

And—the robber who killed the mother was killed by the sewing worker.

He was also for a less heinous criminal who died at the hands of a seamstress.

How is this possible?

Allen knows that there is a psychology that when you start to believe something, you will unconsciously start to make excuses or even fabricate memories out of thin air to support your point of view.

The more you think about it, the more it seems real, and then completely hypnotize yourself.

How can I suspect that my father is a criminal?Just because my father's opinion is different from mine?

What a jerk I am, my father must be worried if I don't come home for a day like this.

Thinking of this, he put down the wine bottle, stood up, and staggered out the door.

Alan looked at his back, "I have something to look for and I will help you!"

"Got it!" Allen waved his hand.

He walked home, but his father was not there, probably still working outside.

He thought so, and walked upstairs.

Squeak.For some reason, he pushed open the door of his mother's room.

The room was free from dust and was as clean as new.There is a piano in the corner, and light-colored curtains flutter gently.

He saw the gemstone ring on the dressing table at a glance.

"Mom," he walked over.Pick up the jeweled ring.

The memory of the woman's face has been blurred.

squeak-

The sound of a mouse scurrying through the door.He got up and walked out, and saw a mouse tail sneaking into his father's study.

Without hesitation, he pushed the door open and went in. It would be bad if the mouse wanted to destroy the old furniture that his father cherished!

Squeak.

He pushed the door.

Creak creak—the sound of the mouse came from the closet, oops, it ran into the closet!He immediately opened the cabinet door.

What should I do if I want to bite my clothes, where are the mice?he thought distressedly.

Plop!A big fat mouse ran out with a ball of cotton thread in its mouth.Allen often participated in sports activities at school, and was very agile, stepping on the mouse's tail in an instant.

He knelt down and picked the mouse up, pulling a thin red thread from its mouth.

This is--

Allen twirled the red thread and felt scarlet in his hand.finely divided powder.This is - the smell of blood!

He was terrified, and rummaged in the closet, and soon found that the wall behind the closet had been chewed out a big hole.

This big opening is not new, it looks like it has been around for a long time, it is a mouse hole!

He gets hairy at the thought of having so many big fat mice in the house.

He quickly found tools to chisel the wall.

I don't know how Dad and the mouse fell asleep so close at night.

Dangdang, the dust on the wall fell rapidly.The moment the wall was completely dug open, Ai Lun's bones went numb as if bugs had crawled over him.

Dozens of big rats rushed out from the opening in the wall.

Squeaking and running away.

There is really a big rat nest in it!

And there are only big ones and no small ones.

The broken wire of the red line is stuck in the wall and extends inward.

"Is this a nest brought back by a mouse?" Allen said to himself, and he continued to dig into the wall to find another mouse nest.

But as the wall opened a little bit, cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

A female hand bone slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

grunt.Allen swallowed and continued.

He had no strength at all when a complete skeleton appeared in front of him.

Slumped to the ground.

What's this?The root of the red line is on the female ribs.One by one, like being stitched.

Allen knew this technique, and he couldn't even be more familiar with it.

Because the seamstress has obsessive-compulsive disorder, he will sew the ribs together.

In this skeleton, the neck bone is broken.

Probably hanged alive.

hanged prisoner?

The dead body of the sewing worker turned up in the father's bedroom.

what does this mean?

It was impossible for the seamstress to sneak into their house and hide the body.

He thought of some terrible possibility, and immediately rummaged in the house.

Soon he found the safe, which was very small.

He pretended and ran out the door.

"Alan!"

All the drinkers in the tavern were startled by the sound.

A young man ran in recklessly and yelled.

"Alan went on patrol!" someone replied.

Allen ran out in cold sweat to find someone.

It was already night, the lights were off, and he was walking alone in the dark and silent night.My heart is cold.

The mind is in a mess.

Who should I go to?

By the way, go find Carly!

He turned the corner and walked toward Carly's house.

"Ahhh!"

Carly backed away abruptly, "What are you doing? We have no grievances, if you let me leave your son, I'll go right away, you don't need to say it!"

Opposite her, under the light, the man's pupils were almost golden.

It's Al.

"No—Miss Carly of the Night Kingdom. I warned you not to do bad things." Al shook his head and threw a piece of paper in front of Carly.

Carly's face turned pale the moment she saw the piece of paper.

Above are the major factory shares she holds.

"It's just a meal—" she said guiltily.

"No." Al shook his head, "You support those evil factory owners to squeeze their employees, use inferior medicines, and help them form a group to fight against the new factory order.

What is your goal?

Mess up the Sun Kingdom? "

Carly's smile gradually subsided, she knew that today's battle was unavoidable.

"Of course, the more chaotic the better, the more your people hate the upper class, the more chaotic your society will be.

Now the Sun Kingdom is in chaos!

Darkness ferments from every corner, the wailing of the sick, the painful bodies of the workers, the babies who have lost their parents, and the parents who have lost their children.

The pain and evil thoughts of these people are fermenting in this world.

Soon, they're going to explode.

Blast you, Kingdom, God of Light, to pieces! "

"At that time, the supreme dark god will come to this world!"

Carly laughed as she spoke, and she slammed back through the window and jumped out.

Al stepped forward to give chase.

But a business sounded one step ahead of him.

"Carly!"

The first thing Allen saw when he arrived was that Carly jumped out of the window, and the murderer who forced her to fall was still standing inside the house.

"Who are you!" they asked.

Then the man turned around.

Al yelled, "Dad!"

Then he took a step back, "Why did you kill Carly!"

He thought hotly, "You are a sewing worker, right?"

Al made a move. He was still thinking about how to explain to his son that he suddenly appeared at Carly's house.

I didn't expect that identity to be discovered so quickly, so there was no need to hide it.

He turned and walked towards Allen, "My son, it is what you see. There are too many villains in this decaying world, and this world needs me."

"Who do you think you are? The power to judge people's lives should be handed over to the law to identify others!" Allen said.

"I am." Al sighed, "I am the guardian of the ****."

Then he walked to Allen.

With a swipe, a pair of gleaming blades protruded from his palm.

This is!Allen's eyes widened, as if meeting his father for the first time, is this still human!

He turned around and wanted to run, but his neck was grabbed instantly, and the sharp blade was embedded bit by bit against his neck.

The memories of getting along with his father flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. When he was a child, he rode on his father's neck, and the family of three went to the amusement park.

His father picked him up from school.

His father took him to the swimming park to receive the baptism of the Son.

And his father touched his head and said that Allen would definitely be a qualified judge when he grew up.

Tears fell from the corners of Allen's eyes.

"dad--"

Alkin's eyes were cold, and he didn't seem to be moved at all, but the tense facial lines showed that he was not at peace at the moment.

The blade in his hand sliced ​​into his son's flesh inch by inch.

Just at the very moment, a group of black shadows rushed over from the rear window and knocked him down hard.

Bang!

Carly, who went back and forth, held Alan by his collar and jumped out of the window with him.

Al was about to chase, but another man stood in front of him with a long sword.

It's Alan.He was dressed in armor and looked cold and solemn.

He heard people tell him that Alan had looked for him, so he followed the passer-by's tips to find him, and now it seems that he came here just in time.

Al's expression remained unchanged, and his figure suddenly dispersed into a cloud of black mist and disappeared.

This is—escape?

Cold sweat dripped from Alan's back.

He wasn't sure if he could beat Al, but he didn't expect him to retreat directly.

why?

No time to think about it.He turned and went downstairs to catch up with Alan and the others.

"For the glory of God." Xi Bai prayed in front of the statue, and at night, the holy light of the statue illuminated his flawless face.

"For the glory of God." A voice sounded behind him.

A cloud of black mist condensed into a human form, kneeling down reverently.

"I've been exposed, Your Highness Son." Al pressed his forehead to the ground.

Xi Bai stood up slowly, "I see."

The large black net spread out spread his sight all over the entire Sun Kingdom.He knows everything.

He even deliberately led Al to expose it, because he couldn't wait for the harvest.

"Everything is under plan." Xi Bai smiled, "You can continue to do what you want."

Al looked at him devoutly, the person who guided him in the direction he was going when he was young and confused.

The light of his life, his faith!

Holy Son, is an existence greater than God!

Only he has seen the truth of this world!