The villain became a sticky spirit after losing his memory

He is actually the uncle who loves him the most!

The uncle's usually friendly and gentle face flashed in his mind, but hearing the painful crying of his mother outside the closet door, accompanied by the sinful sound of the bed, that face gradually distorted and turned into an ugly and disgusting face...

Xiao Fan insisted on biting the back of his hand to stop the leaked crying, he hated himself for being so incompetent, why he was not an adult!

Dad is dead, but he can't protect his mother, he can only hide in the cabinet and listen to his mother being insulted.

If he grows tall and strong, will he be able to protect his mother...

It's a pity that there are no ifs in everything. When the cruel fate comes, people don't have any ability to resist.

The evil voices outside stopped at some point, and Fan Zhi only felt that he stayed inside for a long time before he heard the man's footsteps leave.

He pushed open the cabinet door with trembling hands, quickly climbed out of the cabinet, and then saw his mother lying on the bed with torn dress and dull eyes.

Xiaofan threw himself on the side of the woman, shouting and trying to wake her up, he was afraid that his mother would die just like his father.

"Mom, mom, wake up and take a look at me, don't leave me and my brother, woo woo..."

The woman on the bed finally reacted after crying loudly, but she was crying silently.

Xiao Fanzhi noticed his mother's state, and was so frightened that he was at a loss, tears fell, and he choked, "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm too weak to protect you..."

Filled with guilt and fear, it was his fault to make this eight-year-old cry...so that his mother was bullied...

Warm palms fell on top of his head, and he heard his mother say: "It's not your fault, it's because mother is incompetent, so she let others slaughter her... It's just that mother is going to find your father..."

At that time, he still didn't understand what his mother said.Doubt flashed in my heart, my father is dead, how can I find my mother?

Then my mother suddenly hugged him for a while, hugging him tightly, as if she was very reluctant to give up, and it seemed that if she didn't hug him for a while, there would be no more chances.

And just as Xiaofan was drowning in his mother's soft embrace, temporarily letting go of all the sadness and fear, the woman let go of him and walked to the window, and smiled softly as his tears rolled down.

"Sorry, mom is leaving, take care of yourself and brother."

Fanzhi realized something, and hurried over, crying and begging: "Mom! Don't... woo..."

But it was too late, my mother jumped out of the window without hesitation in wearing a broken white dress...

Fanzhi and his younger brother lost their loving parents overnight.

The dream came to an abrupt end here, and the picture stayed at the moment when his mother jumped off the building. Repeatedly, Fan Zhi felt the helplessness and extreme fear at that time.

Until Xiao Fanzhi heard a voice in his dream, "Fanzhi, Fanzhi, wake up, you are having a nightmare."

He tried his best to distinguish, and finally in his sleepy consciousness, he thought of his wife, and he had already grown up.

When this thought arose, the sad pictures seemed to be sprinkled by the sun, and disappeared one by one before his eyes, and then he woke up.

Yan Zhi's anxious face came into view under the light, and Fan Zhi hugged his wife without saying a word, his heart was filled with sadness for many years, because the dream was revealed and dissipated because of the people around him.

The young man didn't ask any questions, but stroked the man's back gently and tolerantly, letting his tense nerves relax a little bit.

The man confided to him in a hoarse voice, "My mother was insulted to death, but I was there at the scene, but I could only hide in the cabinet and survive. In the end, my mother committed suicide by jumping off the building."

"And I, every year on my mother's death day, dream of my mother jumping off the building, and keep looping the scene at that time."

"Father was also killed that day."

Yan Zhi stroked the hand on the man's back, and suddenly felt more guilt——

He clearly knew what Fan Zhi said, and he even knew that Fan Zhi was only an eight-year-old child at that time.

What happened with Yan Zhi in the comics has made him understand that the plot of the comics is not only the plot, but also the miserable life of the paper man.

And now the miserable childhood that the man said was planned by him alone, because he needed a reason for him, a sick person, to have a reason.

For the manga Yanzhi, he felt guilt plus deep sympathy, and when it came to his old man, he felt guilt plus deep distress.

He suddenly realized deeply that the harm Fanzhi suffered was all caused by him... Thinking of this, his heart felt a dull pain.

To him at that time, Fanzhi was just a long and good-looking cartoon character...

As for what kind of tragic experience to give him, at most it will be a short sympathy for a second, and then he will continue to paint without emotion according to the overall overall situation.

But now his feelings for this character have changed, everything is different, he can no longer stand ruthlessly on the sidelines, and then tell himself that this is a necessary plot.

Yan Zhi didn't know what to say to comfort Fan Zhi at this time, so she could only murmur guiltily: "I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry I hurt you.I'm sorry, everything that happened to you was caused by me.

But even though there are thousands of words of sorry, Yan Zhi can't explain the reason of guilt to the man, not only because he can't easily tell people about time travel, but more importantly, if he does, will Fan Zhi hate him from now on?

As soon as he thought of this possibility, the unspeakable guilt in his heart was despicably suppressed in his heart, and he refused to show it.

Fanzhi didn't know why, so he almost couldn't help laughing, it was his beastly uncle's fault, what did it have to do with Yan Zhi, why did he even apologize?

The man didn't care, he thought his wife was talking nonsense for a while, he lay down with the young man in his arms, and said a little tiredly: "Then sleep with me for a while."

This time, when I fell asleep with my wife in my arms, the terrible nightmare never appeared again, and there was no dream all night...

The next day, Fan Zhi sent Yan Zhi home first, then drove away alone by saying that the company had something important to do.

Instead of going to the company, he went to Haiyuan Lishe in the suburbs. Yuan Li told him before that he locked Liao Qing on the first floor.

He asked in a low voice at the door on the first floor, looked at the second floor intentionally or unintentionally, and heard that Liao Qing was going on a hunger strike recently, they didn't know what to do?

Fanzhi said coldly: "Don't worry about him, if you really want to starve to death, let him go." After speaking, he left Liao Qing alone and went straight to the second floor.

There were many bodyguards at the door on the second floor. Seeing their boss coming, they greeted the president one after another.

Fan Zhi nodded slightly and said, "Open the door."

"Yes."

The bodyguard who was close took out the key, opened the door, and then stepped aside. After Fanzhi entered, the door closed.

The bodyguards outside looked at each other, and it seemed that it was time for the people inside to be unlucky again.

Every time President Fan came, the people inside screamed extremely fiercely. Afterwards, they went to deliver food. Although they were all tough guys, they still felt terrified when they saw each other's miserable state.

The room was different from the room where Liao Qing lived. The room on the first floor where Liao Qing lived was very ordinary and a personal living environment.

But in this room on the second floor, as soon as I walked in, I thought it was an ancient torture room. The curtains blocked the light, the room was dimly lit, and the racks lined up a wall of torture instruments.

And Fan Zhi had already approached, and said to a man who looked like a dry bone: "Uncle, long time no see."

His tone was soft and soft, and those who didn't know thought how close the relationship between the two was, but the man locked on the bed trembled violently.

Uncle Fan Jingshan begged bitterly: "Please give me a happy time."

In the past ten years, he has had enough of the torture from time to time by Fanzhi. Every time he came to torture him, he was like peeling off his skin, and he just wanted to die to end the pain.

And how could Fanzhi let him be freed easily? Didn't he just want him to be tortured until death if he didn't kill him for so many years?

He ignored it with a sneer, and went directly to the rack of torture tools, looking for a tool at hand, and finally chose a dagger with a thorn.

When he came back, he sat by the bed and smiled softly: "Uncle, you haven't paid off your debts yet, how could you die so easily."

After finishing speaking, with a sharp dagger, it quickly pierced into the man's thigh, and blood sprayed Fanzhi's face, but he smiled and spun the dagger in the wound.

Fanjingshan's haggard face twisted instantly, his eyes widened like dead fish, and he screamed in pain, "Ah! AHH!!"

His body convulsed with pain, but Fanzhi appreciated his pain coldly, this is what Mount Fanjing deserves!

Then he gouged out the flesh from the wound, looked at the bloody ground, ignored the twitching man, and threw the piece of flesh into the trash can in disgust.

He doesn't care whether the man will die at all, he has the best medical team, he can be healed later, and take over the next torture.

Fan Zhi took a tissue, slowly wiped off the blood on his face, watched the man twitch for a long time and finally stopped.

Then he cut off the man's finger as usual. For ten years, every year on the anniversary of his parents' death, he would cut off one of the man's fingers as a gift for the tragic death of his parents.

And now the last finger of the man's hand was cut off by him, leaving only the bare palm.

But I'm not afraid that there will be nothing to chop every year, Fanzhi thought casually, would there still be toes if the fingers are gone?

The sound of the man's pain became even more severe after cutting off his fingers. He seemed to want to curl up to relieve the pain, but he couldn't do it because his body was locked.

He could only stand up straight and kept trembling and inhaling, muttering in his mouth: "Please kill me...Kill me..."

But this was just the beginning, and then several bloody holes appeared one after another on his legs and arms.

But the number is not very large, and Fan Zhi is very good at controlling the cases that can be cured, and the gouged out flesh and blood, without exception, are thrown into the trash can by Fan Zhi.

Then he went out of the room and left a sentence: "Find someone to stop the bleeding, don't let him die, and ask a doctor after the wound a few days later."

After that, he left Haiyuan Lishe happily. ?