Chapter 15 Heart Demon

Hu Xianzhi felt very headache. She expected that there would be internal resistance early in the morning, but she didn't expect that the contradictions would break out at this moment.

Thinking about what the chief executive of the National Security Group told herself before leaving, she couldn't help shaking her head gently: Why can't the hatred and contradictions between people be diluted for such a long time?

Pan Hongsheng did not know what serious the consequences of his behavior at this moment. At this time, he was still drinking in the bar alone.

I don't know why I suddenly feel tired of seeing the body in that place.

After he killed the last revenged stolen policeman, he suddenly saw a pair of pure and ignorant eyes.

It turned out that there was a little girl not far away, holding a small windmill in her hand, stunned.

The two looked at each other, and Pan Hongsheng's murderous and blood-red eyes suddenly lost energy - those young eyes were full of fear and disgust, and they cried loudly!

"What's the matter?" The child's mother was obviously a cook on a nearby construction site. After seeing this scene, she was so scared that she quickly picked up the child and ran away.

The girl with horn braids left a deep imprint on Pan Hongsheng's heart.

"Mom, there are bad guys killing, there are bad guys killing!"

These are the words left by the little girl before she left, which made Pan Hongsheng lose all her strength in an instant.

Bad guy? Are you talking about me?

He sat in the private room of the bar and stared at his fingernails.

Those people's flesh and blood crumbs are rubbed in his fingernails, and he is using a toothpick to pick out these things little by little.

Once he thought this kind of thing was disgusting, but he didn't feel it when it happened more than once.

Looking at the table full of crumbs, he couldn't help thinking of the little girl's frightened eyes.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he should indeed be a murderer.

Think about how many people have died at their own hands over the years?

Before the age of 20, the people he killed had reached four digits.

In the fight full of corpses, he beat the enemy like a mountain again and again, and the whole army was destroyed! But he has never considered whether these people have a family, children and parents like today.

"Boss, why are you here?" The flower demon hurriedly opened the door of the private room: "You just sent me a message to come over. Is there any emergency?"

Pan Hongsheng didn't say anything in a daze. After a while, he raised his head and said, "Pay attention to the whereabouts of that person. I have sent you the name and identity. If the other party has any strange behavior, please inform me immediately!"

"But, boss... Do you know that something happened in the company? Why can't we get through to you? The flower demon looked up and suddenly saw the mobile phone that had become a pile of fragments on the ground.

She couldn't help trembling slightly: "You, what's wrong with you?"

"Xiaohua, let me ask you a question, and you have to answer me truthfully!" Pan Hongsheng suddenly looked at her faintly, and his eyes were covered with blood.

This is the first time I have seen such a decadent Pan Hongsheng!

Pan Hongsheng in her impression is like a god of murder. No matter how strong the opponent is, he will deal with it to the end. He is not afraid at all!

But at this moment, Pan Hongsheng's eyes are dim and even weak to speak - what's going on?

"Am I a murderer in everyone's eyes?" Although Pan Hongsheng's words were very low, they were very important.

Hua Yao was stared and suddenly smiled: "Boss, are you upset about the number of people you killed and feel sorry for your conscience?"

Pan Hongsheng didn't say anything. He felt as if he had asked the wrong person.

As a female killer who has been cultivated into a killing machine since childhood, the flower demon certainly does not know what pity is.

Pan Hongsheng has never ignored the life and death of his opponent, but he has been deeply buried his emotions until he had simple eye contact with the little girl.

The lethality of the little girl's innocent eyes is more devastating than any enemy.

"I always thought I was right, but have you ever thought that these people killed by us also have relatives and friends..."

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" The flower demon felt a little embarrassed: "When did you start to become so indecisive?" Are you serious? Are you really worried about this problem?

Pan Hongsheng twisted his stiff neck and looked at the other party with congested eyes: "I'm seriously thinking about it. I know your experience. I want to know when you killed someone for the first time."

This question suddenly made the flower demon speech stuffed. After a long time, she smiled bitterly and gently shook her head and said, "6 years old."

"6 years old!?" Pan Hongsheng couldn't believe his ears. This sentence was like a thunderbolt, which made him shiver all over: "You started killing people when you were 6 years old? Why?"

The flower demon lit a cigarette and submerged his handsome face in the smoke. It seemed that only in this state could he say these words: "When I was 6 years old, I killed my father!"

The originally dark bar private room was suddenly covered by a haze...

The flower demon was born to be like all girls, only act coquettishly in his parents' arms; and his father is a successful businessman with a rich family.

Originally, she should have had a happy love, marriage, and an academic family like those ordinary girls... But at the age of five, her father suddenly began to behave obediently and described it as withered.

Although he is young and doesn't have a good time, he can read the content from his mother's increasingly anxious expression.

Her parents quarreled more and more fiercely, and her family became more and more dilapidated, which made her finally understand everything. Her father was addicted to gambling and lost all his hard-earned family money!

Finally, the mother fell into the swimming pool drunk after a farce.

The swimming pool has dried up, and my mother's head is falling. When she arrived at the hospital, she was already out of breath. His mother's death did not awaken his father. He was still drunk and dreamed of death...

The flower demon holding the doll saw this scene in the corner and didn't talk.

When her mother died, her father began to take it out on her, slapped her leather shoes and even her belt, which fell on her young body.

The child's delicate skin was immediately bruised and swollen, but unexpectedly, the flower demon did not cry.

She always held the doll in her hand, which was made by her mother herself. I remember that my mother once again said that even if she died old, her soul would be kept in the doll to protect her.

She has always believed in this sentence, even if she saw her mother's broken skull and the bright red blood stand at the bottom of the swimming pool.

But after his father was drunk one day, he actually laughed and took the doll away. Maybe he could see what the girl was thinking. He was not satisfied with the things of the dead in the room. He actually put the doll on the chopping board and cut it to pieces!

The air in the room became more gloomy. After his father fell asleep, the flower demon cut his father's throat very cleverly with a chopped doll's kitchen knife.

The flower demon in front of Pan Hongsheng is no longer as cold and melancholy as usual.

She sat quietly opposite her, her arms were thin and long, and her fingers were full of thin scars, which were left by the killer training she suffered as a child.