In America, my cousin, Supergirl Kara...

"Little white ferret, bringing you out this time was definitely the wisest decision we ever made."

This was a North American gray wolf, about the size of an adult grizzly bear. Even this enormous beast could only suffer a decapitation at Li Xiao's hands. Corinna glanced at Li Xiao silently.

She then stretched out her blood-splattered foot to wipe the giant wolf's mane; the wolf's blood had just gushed out like a dam had burst, and a lot of it had fallen on her.

At this moment, the wolf's nerves were not completely dead. Its body was convulsing and twitching, and it was excreting excrement and urine mixed with blood, which smelled extremely foul. Li Xiao stepped over the dead wolf and entered the room.

The room was poorly lit, with a dim light from an old-fashioned pull-cord lamp. Wooden cabinets and plates were scattered all over the floor, and bags filled with empty beer cans were strewn about. A Stars and Stripes flag and a picture of Jesus hung on the wall.

Only these two items in the entire room were clean, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding environment, while two people sat on the sofa next to them, looking like puppets in the shadows.

Li Xiao got closer and realized that the two corpses were almost stuck together. A fat middle-aged man wearing a plaid shirt and jeans had his head tilted back, while he was holding a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in his arms. The boy was thin and bony, with deep sunken cheeks. The two faces were pressed together, black and swollen, with maggots crawling inside, dripping foul-smelling yellow liquid from time to time.

However, both of their stomachs were cut open and their internal organs were gone, which must have been the work of that gray wolf.

Upon seeing this, Corinna's face immediately changed, and she covered her mouth and ran outside to vomit violently.

Li Xiao walked to the table, where there were several plates. Two of them still had some mashed potatoes left, and green mold had already grown on them.

An oil-stained notebook caught Li Xiao's attention. He picked it up; the contents seemed to be a diary. As he turned to the first page, Corinna approached, her face pale.

"What is this?" she couldn't help but ask. Li Xiao glanced at it and said, "It should be Tom's diary. He must have been dead for many days. The smell of decay attracted this beast to come and forage for food."

The lividity on Tom and his son clearly indicated they hadn't died that day; Li Xiao deduced they had been dead for at least three days.

"Open it and take a look."

Corinna lit a cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring.

Li Xiao nodded and began to flip through the diary. The handwriting on the first page was a bit messy, but he could still barely make it out.

"Mercy was born in 2004, a girl weighing a full eight pounds. The doctor said she cried louder than a lawnmower. I was so happy that day because I finally became a father."

Li Xiao turned to another page, which contained countless trivial daily events.

"Messer fell down today and lost two baby teeth. She cried a lot, but I jokingly comforted her. The little girl was fine in a bit and even wanted a lollipop."

"This year, Mercer is five years old, and I have also welcomed my second child, my second son, whom I named Tommy. But my wife has passed away due to severe bleeding. God, why didn't you take me with you? My wife was such a gentle woman, and I really wanted to go with her."

Tom is three years old now, and he keeps asking me where his mother went. I tell him that his mother went to heaven, where there is no work that never ends.

"Shipping costs have gone up again. This trip to Virginia will take at least four days. My gunshot wound in my waist has flared up. Mercer, who served in Iraq, is becoming more and more obedient. She has taken over the responsibility of taking care of her younger brother and told me not to worry. My God, she is only 8 years old. I am such a bad father."

From here, several pages were torn out, and the handwriting became increasingly shaky:

"Mercy is 19 years old. Today she suddenly said she wanted to go to New York. I was very unhappy and scolded her. She said with red eyes that it was a big city with many opportunities and she wanted to go to earn more money to help support her family. At that moment, I fell silent."

"After Mercer went to New York, she sent money home every month, sometimes $3000, sometimes $4000. Every time I called her, she was happy and told me not to worry, that she was doing well. But she sounded very tired. I thought she was busy with work in New York, so I told her to rest more."

"Tommy was acting very strange today. He was trembling, so I rushed him to the hospital. Damn vampires, a few tests cost me $20,000! The doctor said Tommy's liver was in serious trouble and told me to go home and wait for surgery a year later. When Moses found out, she was silent for a long time and told me not to worry about the money. Later, she transferred $10,000 to me."

"Mercy's last phone call came five months later. It was from a strange woman who said my daughter was dead and that I should find her as soon as possible if I didn't want her body to be sold. God, what terrible crime have I committed to deserve this punishment!"

"I finally found Moses! In a basement in Brooklyn. Those people said my daughter had her neck bitten off by a drug addict while she was working as a prostitute, hahaha, my poor daughter! Ahhh!"

The pen tip almost tore through the paper with the handwriting, which gives an idea of ​​how devastated Tom must have been, with his daughter forced into prostitution to support their crumbling family.

Li Xiao looked up and saw that Corinna's face was somewhat gloomy. He looked at the diary, and the back pages were almost entirely covered with Mercer's doodles, depicting a little girl with a bright smile. For some reason, Li Xiao felt a tightness in his chest.

Turning the pages over, you see Tommy's name recorded on the back.

Tommy seems to be getting better a lot. The poor boy can finally play his beloved basketball. Is God finally taking pity on me? But my Mercer…

"Tommy came home today looking very strange. He looked terrible, as white as a sheet. I asked him what was wrong, and he just said he had done odd jobs and was a little tired. He gave me $500 and went to rest. I don't want my child to be overworked, so I've decided to do something about it."

"Today I went to Wharton Financial Insurance Company, and the woman who greeted me was as beautiful as if she had stepped out of a poster. Although she repeatedly reminded me that the accidental injury insurance would cost $3000 a month, I couldn't care less anymore. This was the only thing I could do for my child."

"He was determined to buy it, and I couldn't persuade him otherwise," Corinna said, shrugging helplessly.

Li Xiao didn't speak, but kept looking down as he flipped through the diary. The handwriting was messy and distorted, and he had some difficulty recognizing it.

"Tommy's been doing drugs! I was furious when I saw his arms covered in needle marks. No wonder he was so weak all the time; he'd become an addict. I slapped him twice. Tommy just gave me four hundred dollars without saying a word. I was so angry that I tore the bills up. Tommy just looked down at me with a forlorn expression and didn't say anything."

"He's probably selling his blood or working as a trial participant for a medical company. Drug addiction is a bottomless pit; there's no way he could make money from it," Corinna slowly analyzed based on the contents of the letter.