When the mirror ends

Why is there such a memory?Because I've never met anyone like you.

When I was first born in the world, there was no experience worth remembering.

Years of famine, wandering with family members, starving and emaciated, and then being taken by adults to exchange with other children's children, the purpose can be imagined, just to have a full meal.For the last bit of humanity, they don't eat their own children.

In fact, death is nothing to be afraid of, but I will never forget the feeling of being unable to do anything knowing that death is approaching.How can you forget the feeling of being suffocated by fear?

Being tied to a cold stone, looking at the gray sky, listening to the sounds of knives being sharpened and water boiling, and the crackling of burning wood, and as the footsteps approached, the breath of death also began to change. full-bodied.In the end, the dazzlingly bright kitchen knife cut across the neck, and the gas escaped from the throat uncontrollably, and one or two bubbles were produced along with the blood.

It was very painful, but it didn't take long for the pain to completely dissipate consciousness.

It turns out, though, that it didn't feel that deep either, at least the new ones I don't remember.If I hadn't watched my identical twin brother being mutilated, I might have been walking on the path of goodness.

Of course, if the other party didn't enjoy the behavior of children or being dismembered too much, I wouldn't be able to support the rescue of my family and the police.However, Ed's feelings were passed on to me exactly.And, more clearly.Because I can see every change in his expression, and there is no pain affecting my senses.

Shouts of terror are useless, and crying arouses no sympathy, my dear.The yellow liquid that flows out of the body just makes the other party more excited and trembles with laughter.Begging for mercy and struggling are futile, because the other party is at the peak of power.

He scratched Ed's face a few times and watched the blood gushing from the wound.He looked a little unfinished, so he began to cut off Ed's finger, and then shook the severed finger in front of Ed, getting enough pleasure from Ed's pale face, terrified and painful expression before he let out a "click" Click" sound came.

Then, each part of the body was removed in turn, injected with gel, and placed on the ground.

I don't know what kind of psychology a murderer with cannibalism is like, but the psychology I know has become abnormal because of witnessing all this.From being afraid to watching calmly, such a transformation even surprised me, but I thought that no matter what, I would not be like Ed, like a livestock waiting to be slaughtered without any resistance.

The anger in Ed's eyes dissipated little by little, and in the end it might be numb from the pain, or it might be that the blood was almost bleeding, and he just opened his eyes and let the other party manipulate him.In the end, he chopped off Ed's head, and blood was everywhere.

He burped, then walked to the table with his bleeding head in his hand, opened the box, took out a new gel and injected it into the main blood vessel.Throwing away the needle tube, he took a sharper knife and peeled off Ed's scalp completely.A face without skin doesn't look so much like me.

Still, that color looks pretty off-putting.

He left for a while, then brought in a large fish tank filled with a clear liquid, and he put his scalp in it, and his golden brown hair began to fall out.Then he put the gouged out eyeballs in, and let me know that the eyes that usually look so long and narrow are also round.

He took off Ed's skull, roughly pulled out the brain, and then placed the meat of his face on the dinner plate in a delicate way. After completing this process, he began to disassemble the bones of each part , into the fish tank.

After finishing all this, he seemed a little tired.Because he walked towards me and cut off my right hand, and then continued to raise the knife to cut off my left hand, but at this moment, the police broke into the door and shot the person to death.

Then I remembered what happened in my previous life, so I told myself that I must have strength and stand at the top.

In order to kill those perverts, I read a lot of books, watched a lot of cases, and then passed the forensic examination.Having seen all kinds of killing methods and relying on years of experience in studying medicine and anatomy, as well as a lot of unknown information from dealing with the police, I started my killing career.

How to kill people and how to deal with them are as simple as drinking water to me.So I began to pursue the art of killing. Everyone's death method is different, and the medicine used can't be the same.

Until my death, I was not arrested.

In the next life, I watched my father kill my mother and then raped my sister.So I took the family sushi knife and stabbed my father in the heart while he was working, and ran away with my sister.

Then continue to kill people, as long as they bully me and my sister, kill them all, and then continue to escape.

And in the middle of this, I can gradually recall the killing methods of the previous life, which is really exciting.

I have no chance to be a good person, and the world is not worth my trust.

Yes, the world is full of ugliness.

In the next life, I was sold to human traffickers by my mistress.It's a pity that I still have no memory at the beginning, otherwise I wouldn't have to beg on the street every day, and then I would go back and be beaten, and I would fall asleep on the cold floor without food.It wasn't until he was beaten half to death that he suddenly had a lot of memories of the past, how to kill people, how to deal with corpses, and how to escape.

I killed them all.

It's a pity that the mistress who took advantage of it sold me before I could remember, and I don't know if he killed me or not.

The next lifetime, I was going crazy because my dog ​​had been stolen.I looked for my dog ​​all over the street, but no one offered a helping hand, even impatiently.I felt that such a heartless person was suspected of stealing a dog, so I started questioning everyone, and then I got beaten up.

It's kind of self-inflicted, but I think it may have something to do with the tyranny I've accumulated before, I can't stand any grievances, so just because they won't help me, I started to lose my temper, and then gave them a reason to be violent to me .Then I naturally acquired the previous memories about killing people, and I decided that I existed to kill people.

These people are damned, aren't they?

And in this life, I have memories since I was born, not all the memories, just the memories of killing people, and I have accumulated the experience of four lives, how incredible.

But I met you.I was saved by you before I fell into the quagmire.

But the wish of the fifth world, I really can't resist, I think about how to kill people all the time, I think there are too many damn people.

So I can only kill myself and pray that I can come to you with a new and clean identity.

The author has something to say:

Why Xu Yuan was born with those memories, why he wants to kill is not a disease but himself, all will be explained in this chapter.As for the point of view, it can be said that Xu Yuan’s point of view is brought into the view from God’s point of view. It is his experience and his thoughts, but not all of them are known to him, but it is more convenient for everyone to understand the story.