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I bought a newspaper and laid it on the ginger bench. Michelle sat on it, holding a half-eaten marshmallow in her hand, and looked at little Victor who was feeding the pigeons.

The hundreds of fat pigeons that have been fed by passers-by are not afraid of humans, and they will even put their small heads into the pigeon food pockets in people's hands, or land on people's shoulders, begging for food.

To be honest, Michel doesn't really like pigeons very much, but he likes the feeling of feeding the pigeons and letting life slow down.There are a group of leisurely small animals next to it, the air is fresh, there is no noise, and the fragrance of green grass and flowers is everywhere, which stretches people's bones and pores.

So, he likes to come to the park very much.

It always feels like someone has cast a spell on this place. Usually a quick 1 minute can be used as 3 minutes in a quiet environment.

Moreover, letting the son get along with small animals and get in touch with the green and comfortable environment is also suitable for cultivating the child's personality.

Michelle narrowed her eyes, and her eyes fell not far away.

The little boy squatted on the ground and opened his palm, revealing the brown pigeon food inside, and let the pigeon jump into his palm. When this was finished, little Victor drove him away, and let the next pigeon eat two bites.

Whoever dares to take more than one bite will be caught by little Victor quickly, and he will dig out the pigeon food with his mouth.

The chubby little face was tense, as if he was not a little angel feeding pigeons, but a prison guard feeding prisoners!

Little Victor narrowed his eyes, and grabbed the pigeon's neck with his little hand: "Spit it out! These are all bought with dad's money, and you are only allowed to eat two yuan per pigeon!"

Pigeons who were robbed of food by beaks: ... Please be human!

Michelle, who was resting on the bench, tried to hold back her laughter.

Well, hahaha, don't say it, it's quite fair.

It's just too expensive.

"Victor, do you know how to play with small animals?" Michelle reminded his son.

"Know!"

Little Victor agreed, then turned his back and continued doing that.

Michelle: "..."

... This kid really looks like his father Simon.Deceiving one's ears and stealing one's bell is a must!

The helpless Michel wanted to pinch his son's face in the past, but he had to admit that the genes of drones are really powerful.

Although his son's face shape and lip shape resemble him, his expression and his serious personality with a small face are almost like a replica of Simon.

I really don't know what kind of person he will grow into in the future...

When they returned to Pegga and little Victor went to school to live alone, would he still remember him and Simon?Or, like all drones, are they no longer connected with their own lives?

Thinking about it, Michelle was fascinated.

The sound of the pigeons flapping their wings and the cooing of urging feeding are mixed with the laughter of passers-by, knocking on the outside of the eardrums.

Michelle was not awakened until a few clumsy gray balls flapped their wings and landed on the chair, begging for food with their mouths lightly thumping Michelle's fingers.

Really, it is said that once people get old, they will recall the past, but I am obviously not yet 30 years old.Michelle sighed, rubbed his forehead, and bent his fingers to scrape the fluffy feathers on the little pigeon's chest.

The dust didn't fly away, and it tapped on Michelle's nails, begging for food.

It's a pity that all the pigeon food is with his son, and he doesn't have any in his hand.

The pigeon that couldn't get food pecked at him for a while, and seemed to finally realize that the man in front of him had nothing in his hand, fluttered his wings in disappointment, and flew to the other side with his plump body to beg for food.

……

From the path on the other side, Eric quietly looked at Michelle, who squinted and enjoyed the leisure time, and that disgusting alien boy, bleeding with hatred.

The more he hated, the calmer his expression became, until he became numb and weird.

He was holding a paper bag tightly in his hand, his eyes were like a patient suffering from pink eye disease, reflecting the body of the black-haired young man leaning on the chair, especially skipping over the opponent's slender neck repeatedly.

As long as he stabs obliquely from behind with a fruit knife, or covers the opponent's mouth, and lets the thin and sharp blade cut through the fragile throat... Michelle will die!He just won!

He can avenge himself if his parents don't want to avenge him!

If others don't believe his words, he believes it himself!

That alien named Simon dared to embarrass him so much, and in this situation, he would make him feel the pain ten times and a hundred times heavier than himself——!

Eric leaned on the tree next to him and smiled lowly.

What should I do……

How should I kill Michelle who lied to me quickly and neatly...

The dry, cracked upper and lower lips under the mask kept pressing against each other, and the teeth pressed the flesh inside. The wound soon burst open, and blood beads emerged one by one along the torn skin, soaking the mask.

Eric didn't mind.

Ever since he was released from the mental hospital, he had loved pain.

The pain made his mind clearer, his blood rushing faster, and his breathing became short of breath.

He had already removed the plastic scabbard of the fruit knife, and through the paper bag, he held the handle of the knife, pulled up the hat on the sweater, lowered his head and strode towards the unaware Michelle's back!

near,

Closer!

Eric couldn't help imagining the throat slit, Michele's hot spray splashing, staining the ground and fabric.

All it takes is one knife—!

Someone roared in his head: It only takes one knife!Kill him, kill him!

……

"Dad, I'm done feeding."

Little Michelle ran over, with beads of sweat on her forehead, two tentacles dangling on her head, and her brown eyes were full of the pure light unique to children.

As cute as a petting puppy.

Michelle covered her chest: Oh my god, why is my son so cute!

He quickly reached out, touched the two tentacles back and forth a few times, and praised: "Son is awesome!"

Little Victor couldn't keep his 'serious' expression, and smiled shyly.

Dad really likes pigeons!

Usually he is reluctant to buy two servings of pigeon food, but next time he doesn’t want marshmallows, he also wants to feed them with his father!

Little Michelle was moved by her imaginary father who was thrifty and loving as a mountain, took the cotton candy from Michelle's hand, and said firmly: "Dad, when I grow up, I will work hard, buy a big house, and raise a flock of pigeons." Here you go!"

"...?"

Michelle, who is too lazy to feed and already has a big house, looks confused.

Although he didn't understand why the family had enough money to buy a big house, and what to do with raising pigeons, he was still very touched. After all, this was the first time his little Victor expressed his love and filial piety for his father.

Just like a raised bird would feed back, Michelle immediately pulled her son over and kissed little Victor's head hard!

Looking at his son teasingly: "Son is so good, dad depends on you!"

Little Victor nodded vigorously with red cheeks, "Don't worry, I will definitely protect Dad and take care of Dad!"

Michelle wanted to say something in relief, but his chest throbbed suddenly, and then an indescribable emotion brought out some bad premonition that made his heart beat faster.

And behind him, holding the knife in his right hand and taking off the paper bag with his left hand, Eric pushed away passers-by, ignoring the cursing and exclamation behind him, and only his thin neck was his whole body!

After a few quick steps, he immediately approached the unaware Michelle, like a lurking hyena, and stabbed with all his strength!

"Wow—"

Flocks of pigeons were frightened and struggled to fly into the sky.

Everything happens in an instant.

After little Victor shouted loudly and his mind was stunned for a moment, the nerves immediately transmitted the severe pain.

Michelle knelt down on the park bench with blood on her hands, gasping for breath in pain.

Large pieces of blood melted into the ground in an instant...

"Ahhh-!"

The people who fed the pigeons were frightened by this scene, and the pigeon food was spilled all over the ground, and someone shouted: "My God——killer!!"