When I was teaching at the university, Brother Lu called me a pervert at the beginning.

I watched as the man, holding a white umbrella, staggered across the log bridge.

I knew then that the opportunity I had been waiting for had finally arrived.

He attended a colleague's party tonight and drank a lot of alcohol, which is why he was walking unsteadily.

I slowly emerged from the dark corner, walking towards him with very light steps.

Perhaps because of the pattering sound of the heavy rain, he did not realize that a dark shadow had suddenly appeared behind him.

So I raised my foot and kicked him hard in the butt.

Before he could react, I kicked him into the surging river.

He was like a raindrop merging into a river, creating ripples before perfectly blending into the flow.

I stood quietly at the bridgehead watching his body sink before picking up the white umbrella that had fallen to the ground.

Night, heavy rain, a log bridge, a rushing river—they perfectly concealed the evidence of my murder.

Of course, this white umbrella is an exception, because it's my trophy.

It's like in an online game, where you defeat a boss and get equipment.

That's what this white umbrella means to me.

After living in this unfamiliar city for a year and a half, I successfully entered junior high school.

My grades weren't bad; I was just at the top of my grade.

My athletic ability isn't bad, it's just a little bit better than others.

I received a lot of envy and applause, but also jealousy and exclusion.

They said to me in private that I was a bastard born of an illegal sex worker, and that I was a three-surname slave who didn't know how many fathers I had.

Looking at the vicious words scribbled on the desk with various paint pens.

I didn't say anything, I just sat quietly in my seat, doing my homework and reading my book.

As for what they said in private, I didn't care. I didn't want to cause trouble for my cowardly mother.

After school, I came to a stone staircase.

I gently placed my schoolbag aside and sat quietly on the ground, watching a disheveled little girl rummaging through a trash can not far away.

I saw her rummaging through trash cans here two months ago.

She survives by rummaging through garbage cans for food; sometimes she's lucky enough to find expired bread, but when she's unlucky, she can only find some rotten vegetable leaves.

This time, her luck didn't seem to be very good. I watched her search for so long, and all she found were a few pieces of leftover cookie crumbs and a moldy apple.

Unconvinced, she buried her entire head inside the trash can, as if unwilling to accept that this was all she had to show for it that day.

After searching for a long time, she found a somewhat dark bracelet inside.

Looking at the bracelet in her hand that was shimmering slightly, a smile appeared on her face.

This was the first time I had ever seen her smile.

Simple, natural, and unpretentious.

When she noticed me staring at her, she glanced at me, picked up her spoils from the ground, and walked outside.

As I watched her departing figure, I slowly stood up.

The time she left was also the time I would go home.

However, something unexpected happened today.

She was being chased by a very tall wolfhound, howling as it ran towards me.

I pulled a knife out of my pocket, held the handle with my left hand, and stared intently at the wolfhound that was only a few meters away from me.

He lunged forward, grabbed the wolfhound's muzzle with his right hand, and cleanly plunged his left hand into the wolfhound's carotid artery in its neck, then twisted it forcefully.

It let out a howl and collapsed to the ground, making its final, dying struggle.

However, it was of no use.

Life is so fragile; a simple cut across the neck with a knife is all it takes for it to slip away like water.

She stood behind me, stared at me blankly for a moment, then took out the black bracelet from her pocket and handed it to me.

I think this is her way of repaying me for saving her.

I took the bracelet, wiped it carefully with my clothes, and then put it on her wrist.

"The bracelet is beautiful, it will look even better on your wrist."

She was clearly stunned when she heard what I said.

Perhaps even she herself never imagined that one day she would receive praise from others.

I went to the wolfhound, took the chain off its neck, and threw it into the trash can next to it.

Do you eat dog meat?

She was examining the bracelet on her wrist, and after hearing what I said, she nodded vigorously.

So she dragged the dead dog toward her house.

I quietly followed behind her, after all, shouldn't I get a share of this dog meat too?

Her home was located under a secluded bridge arch, with a tent pitched beside the river.

I boiled water and started plucking the feathers, while she was in charge of gathering firewood and seasonings.

The dog meat tasted only so-so; of course, maybe it's just my unique taste.

But she ate with great relish, swallowing two-thirds of the meat into her small belly.

"What a foodie," I couldn't help but think.

If she could participate in a competitive eating contest, I think she would have a lot of fun.

Perhaps because we had eaten dog meat together, our relationship gradually became more familiar.

Every time I got out of school, she would wait for me far away from the school gate.

When I had nothing to do, I would accompany her to the south corner of the city to collect aluminum cans to exchange for money.

Chapter 138 What is the price of becoming a demon? (3)

The school bell rang, and I packed my bag and prepared to leave the classroom.

"You're being called to the gymnasium by the PE teacher for a fight."

After a boy finished speaking to me, he walked away.

I sensed something was off, but I didn't think much of it.

When I arrived at the gymnasium, I saw three boys waiting for me there.

It seems they dislike me and want to teach me a lesson.

One of the boys, with dyed yellow hair, couldn't wait to walk towards me, cursing and throwing punches at me.

I grabbed his fist with my left hand and threw him over my shoulder, slamming him hard to the ground.

Immediately, he lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

I really envy him; he sleeps so well, unlike me, who always suffers from insomnia at night.

When another boy who was with the blond-haired guy saw this, he was so frightened that he pointed at my head and cursed, but he slowly backed away.

It looks like nothing more than a barking, stupid dog.

Looking at his frightened expression, I couldn't help but think to myself.

If I were to cut off his fingers one by one, I think the expression on his face would be quite amusing.

Seeing that they didn't dare to make any further moves, I picked up my schoolbag from the ground, put my hands in my pockets, and walked outside.

They dared not stop me, nor could they stop me.

When I got to the school gate, I immediately saw her standing there waiting.

Maybe it was because I came out too late that she ran to the school gate to look for me.

“Waaaaah…”

She looked at me with concern in her eyes, gesturing with her fingers up and down, and making soft sobbing sounds.

She was mute, a little mute who couldn't speak.

The students around me were looking at me with strange eyes, as if they didn't expect that I, who was a top student in the teacher's eyes, would have contact with a beggar.

"Let's go."

Ignoring the stares around me, I took the little mute boy's wrist and walked away into the distance.

I made plans with her today to go fishing in the river.

Looking at the clear, flowing river in front of me, I rolled up my trousers and walked into the river.