Please, graduates, slay the demon!

Finally, the old father of the Chen family suddenly realized what was going on, staring blankly at Chen Yang, and understood everything.

With a "thump".

The father knelt down:

"You must have a way, right? I'm begging you, please save your brother. I finally have this family, please don't take him away. After this is done, you can do whatever you want, you can even go to university, I'll support your studies."

"Okay, I'll help my brother right away."

Chen Yang walked past his father with a smile, came to Chen Hao, and squatted down.

Under Chen Hao's terrified gaze, Chen Yang pulled out a butterfly knife from under his sleeve, took a deep breath, and pushed the butterfly knife into Chen Hao's neck.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Blood!

Pfft, pfft.

"Take a deep breath; dizziness is normal."

Chen Yang smiled and looked at Chen Hao.

He controlled the force perfectly; once the incision was made, even if an ambulance arrived, it wouldn't have mattered.

However, it can strictly control the rate at which Chen Hao loses blood.

This way, he won't have to return to his original position so quickly, and can quietly experience the pain of life slipping away.

silence.

There was endless silence at home.

then:

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

The stepmother covered her mouth and sat on the ground screaming in agony.

"Murder!"

"Murder! Help!"

"Haohao, my Haohao! You bastard, born of a mother but raised without one, you beast, you piece of trash, give me back my son. You're just like your mother, a despicable wretch..."

The stepmother's voice remained as sharp and sarcastic as ever.

Chen Yang himself was completely unaware of the commotion, but the pain in his forearm told him that the employer of this business deal was unhappy.

Chen Yang turned the butterfly knife in his hand and sliced ​​it across the woman's upper and lower lips.

The stepmother covered her mouth, blood trickling from between her fingers. She sat on the ground, unable to utter a single word.

"If you keep arguing, I'll cut your tongue out."

The house is in complete chaos.

The father, who had lived a mediocre and cowardly life, stood there, staring at Chen Yang in disbelief.

Grandpa, on the other hand, seemed more spirited after drinking.

He grabbed a kitchen knife from the kitchen and aimed it straight at Chen Yang's head.

"You wicked creature, I will kill you."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yang grabbed his grandfather's arm, pushed the kitchen knife in his hand back, and plunged the blade into his own chest.

He died.

Chen Yang blinked, the blood making him somewhat visually impaired.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I found my father standing behind me, his fists clenched in an attacking stance.

"Dad, don't move. I'm much stronger than you think."

After hesitating for a long time, the father stared intently at Chen Yang, his eyes filled with blood. For the first time in his life, he felt that the son in front of him was a stranger to him, and even a little frightening.

"Dad, where is all the money in the house?"

"You...you took the money, but without a travel permit, you can't leave City Seven," the father said cautiously.

Chen Yang's gaze was low as he squatted down and placed the butterfly knife on his stepmother's calf.

Just as the woman was about to scream, Chen Yang shoved the knife into her mouth.

The stepmother, feeling helpless, covered her mouth and sobbed softly.

"Dad, I'm out of time. Tell me, where is all the money in the house?"

Suddenly, Chen Yang felt a twitch in his forearm muscles.

He rolled up his sleeve, revealing his arm, which was already as thin as bone, and gently stroked the cursed tattoo on it.

"I know you hate them, but I have a way that will be even more satisfying than killing them. Do you want to try it?"

Instantly, the curse paused, the decay paused.

"Okay, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"Who...who were you talking to just now?" The father looked around, his fear reaching its peak.

Chen Yang ignored him and pressed the butterfly knife against his father's throat.

"Lead the way, give me my change, and I need cash."

The father raised his hands above his head and staggered into the bedroom. He opened the safe, touched it a few times, but couldn't open it.

Chen Yang was taken aback. Just as he was about to ask, he saw his father turn his head with tears in his eyes:

"Your mother usually manages the money."

Chen Yang let out a long sigh and, somewhat helplessly, dragged his stepmother over.

Seeing the safe open, he wiped the blood off his body with a towel, took Chen Hao's designer backpack, and carefully put the cash inside.

Chen Yang stared at his stepmother for a moment, then used a knife to cut off the gold necklace from her neck and put it in his bag.

"How much of this stuff do you have left? I want it all the ones at home."

Under his father's guidance, Chen Yang looted all of his stepmother's expensive jewelry. Then, after wandering around, he went to the study and packed the expensive men's watches into his backpack.

He suddenly felt a little emotional. He had lived two lives and thought that tens of thousands of yuan was a lot, but he never expected that he could afford a backpack.

As he pondered, Chen Yang's gaze fell upon a photograph in the drawer.

That's a photo of Chen Yang as a child with his biological mother in this world.

"I...I remember you were a very well-behaved child when you were little, why did you turn out like this?"

The father stared blankly at Chen Yang, still somewhat incredulous.

Without a second thought, Chen Yang kicked the man in front of him to the ground.

He picked up the photo, lit it with a lighter, as a way of leaving something for the deceased.

Finally, Chen Yang thought he had almost looted all the valuables.

He directly took off the ring-shaped bracelet that Xu Chuan had left on his hand.

As soon as the bracelet is taken off, a red alarm light is emitted.

"Pangu Road Residential Area, call your people to pick me up, or you will lose your strongest recruit of the coming year."

Chen Yang felt that his words lacked impact, so he spoke again into the voice broadcast on the bracelet:

I didn't actually give it my all in today's interview.

After doing all this, Chen Yang tossed his phone to his taciturn father:

"Call the police and have me arrested."

After finishing these tasks, Chen Yang picked up his schoolbag and went downstairs.

He carried his schoolbag carefully, as if afraid of getting it stained with blood.

It was 10:20 p.m.

The summer evening breeze ruffled the wispy bangs on my forehead.

Pang Zhiwei saw Chen Yang, whose face was covered in blood, and watched as the other man tossed his schoolbag to him.

"There's about 100,000 yuan inside. Take this money to the pawnshop at the entrance of the alley on Mudan Road to exchange it. They'll charge you a 25% handling fee, but they'll make sure the money's origin is clean. No one will investigate what happens after that, and no one dares to investigate my affairs."

Xu Chuan once said that once he joined the army, all his past information would be hidden and no one would ask about him. Similarly, this money he had before joining the army probably wouldn't be questioned too much either.

Pang Zhiwei stood frozen in place, staring at the bloodstains on Chen Yang's face.

Under the streetlights, the boys looked at each other.

"What did you do?"

"I can't take it anymore, I'll kill Chen Hao and the old man."

Pang Zhiwei hugged his backpack tightly:

"Where are your stepmother and father? Why are they still with you?"

Hearing Pang Zhiwei's words, Chen Yang was taken aback, then burst out laughing.

Pang Zhiwei saw Chen Yang laughing and laughed along with him.

Sometimes two people can get along well, not necessarily because they share the same interests.

They may also have similar symptoms in some aspects.

Soon, sirens blared throughout the entire street.

The father helped the mother downstairs, and the two watched silently as Chen Yang was handcuffed and put into a police car.

however.

Just as the police car was about to start moving.

Four or five military pickup trucks were parked across the middle of the road.

Xu Chuan and his team got out of the pickup truck and handed a document to the lead officer.

After carefully checking the information in the file and looking at Xu Chuan's personal identification, the police officer ordered someone to unlock Chen Yang's handcuffs.

At that moment, the stepmother and father, who were in the distance, stared wide-eyed, speechless.

Shen Nanfeng, standing in the group, looked at Chen's parents, then at Chen Yang, his mind filled with the image of Xu Chuan handing over Chen Yang's family file to him.

Divorced, lost her mother, abused, and prevented from going to university.

Suddenly, Shen Nanfeng began to understand Chen Yang.

She left the group, stepped forward, and gently patted Chen Yang on the shoulder. Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but everyone could hear her:

"Welcome back to the team, Chen."

Chen Yang's gaze faltered for a moment: "Thank you."

After saying that, he turned to look at Chen's parents in the distance, smiled, waved, and said goodbye.

The military pickup truck he was in started its engine and slowly drove away from the street.

"What are you doing! He's a murderer! Why are you letting him go? Is he connected to someone? I'm telling you, this won't do. He killed my son, I saw it with my own eyes! Arrest him! Arrest him!"

Watching Chen Yang walk away, the bewildered stepmother finally broke down.

In her eyes, Chen Yang had become a demon who could kill without consequence.

She broke down, knelt on the ground, and wailed.

The stepmothers didn't know Chen Yang was going to join the army; what they saw was a criminal leaving openly and legitimately.

He destroyed a family's happiness with his own hands and then left unscathed.

These two people probably won't have a very good life in their later years.

As Chen Yang was thinking, he suddenly realized that his hand no longer hurt.

When I rolled up my sleeve, the cursed tattoo had disappeared, and my skin had returned to normal.

His life, which was entirely his own, began at this moment.

"Let's go."

As the pickup truck carrying Chen Yang drove away, Xu Chuan patted Shen Nanfeng on the shoulder. Just as the two were about to get into the military pickup truck, a figure suddenly blocked their way.

Pang Zhiwei swallowed hard and spoke, as if he had made a very difficult decision:

"Do you have a time limit for recruiting? For example, is it autumn recruitment or spring recruitment? I want to join the army, but not now."

Xu Chuan looked at Pang Zhiwei, recalled the relationship between this kid and Chen Yang from the information, and his gaze fell on the black backpack in Pang Zhiwei's hand:

"Leave me your contact information, I'm available anytime."