July 26, 1996, summer, weather: cloudy

In the evening, at ten past eight, in the south of the city, in an alley.

"Toad! Toad! Toad!"

"So disgusting...a bit like a mangy dog, haha..."

"This can't be an illness...stay away from him."

A boy in ragged clothes, smelly, and burned by fire collapsed on the ground, leaning against the wall. His eyes were cloudy, his face had a faint smell of rot, and flies were buzzing around his head.

His expression was numb, and all the passers-by passed in front of him, even if a fly landed on the tip of his nose, he did not respond.

Children, teenagers, young people, and middle-aged people all took a detour after seeing him, swearing in low voices, with undisguised expressions of disgust.

"md stinking beggar, don't affect my business!"

Seeing the customers taking a detour, the vendor in front of him cursed and drove the boy away with a stick.

"Get out of here, get out of here!"

For a long while, the boy didn't respond or look up at him.

The merchant's anger arose in his heart and he swung away the stick in his hand.

The stick is placed on the temple points.

The boy fell, and bright red blood flowed out from the ground, attracting flies to the ground to suck.

"It's none of my business!"

The vendor was shocked, kicked a few times and saw no movement, then pushed the food cart and left.

Late at night, the pedestrians left and the vendors disappeared. Only buzzing flies hovered over the pool of blood left by the boy.

The next day, a fire broke out in the north of the city, killing a family of four.

As the fire burned, a boy with a face like a toad stood in front of the locked door.

The red firelight reflected the heartfelt smile on his face.

When the wailing disappeared, the boy turned and left. He took nothing away from the fire, but he took something away from the fire.

The cruel genes were activated and raging in his body, and the seeds of hatred sprouted and grew in his heart...

The devil of hell...
Chapter completed!