I broke into a house at night and stole a set of clothes and a razor.

I got dressed and covered all my hair.

I shaved off the long hair on my face and turned it into stubble.

I put on my hat and looked like a human being.

During the day, I walked among the crowd and no one noticed anything unusual.

Some even sent me little yellow cards.

I looked at the posing woman on the card and thought of Lin Ming - the girl I loved.

I put the card in my arms and moved forward silently.

I found a job cleaning.

To be precise, it is to wash the floor.

It is said that the leaders of the district moved to a villa, which happened to be along this road.

As a result, the road became full of flowers, brightly lit, and the asphalt road was clean without a trace of dust.

What I want to clean is the sidewalk next to the road, which is a path made of cobblestones.

Dense trees blocked the view, and endless colored lights flickered.

People who take this road must have good eyes, otherwise they will go blind sooner or later.

I squatted on the ground and rubbed the pebbles with a bang. I didn't miss every gap. I made every pebble shine extraordinarily.

Because of this job, I can have two meals.

Noon and evening.

The food was not good, but I was very satisfied, especially after hearing these people say that once the place is cleaned up, I will be paid thousands of dollars.

I am full of strength, and my days finally have hope.

The sun was so dazzling during the day that my sweat flowed rapidly and my beard grew rapidly. I picked up a mask and put it on to cover my hair;

The wind at night was so cold that I shivered. I had no place to take shelter from the cold, so I had to endure it.

I think that when I have this thousand yuan, I will rent a small house to live in, where I can shave every day and go out without wearing a mask every day.

At that time, I will be a real person!

I polished the pebbles on the ground until they were shiny, and every crevice was as clean as new.

A month later, my co-workers and I finally completed the work.

Everyone is eagerly waiting for their wages to be paid.

We waited and waited, waiting for the sun to go down, waiting for the street lights to open our eyes, waiting for the passing cars to disappear.

Still haven't been able to wait for the salary.

One of them was an old man in his 60s or 70s, with gray hair and a dusty face. He had more wrinkles on his face than a shredded apple.

He sighed: "Let's go, don't wait any longer, there is no money left."

The others were all quite old. They were silent, as usual, and just picked up the snakeskin bags on the ground before leaving.

Anger welled up in my head.

Why?

We were conscientious and conscientious, and we didn’t even have time to go to the toilet. We worked hard to complete the cleaning work. Why don’t we give you money?!

I stood up suddenly, my outline was submerged in the night, and my pupils flashed with resentment.

I said: "Don't even leave! Go find him now! Ask for money!"

These people were stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Young man, you are still young. You don't know the temper of this district mayor. The last person who went to him to ask for money is still in the hospital, and he has to be cared for by others for food, drink, and toilet."

Just consider yourself unlucky..."

I turned my head sharply, gritted my teeth, and said with a ferocious face: "If you don't go, I will go myself!"

I shouted loudly and walked forward.

"Wait a minute!" The old man who spoke first stopped me: "Do you know how to get there?"

I paused.

The old man had stern eyes, and when he looked at me, he seemed to see endless hope.

He said: "I know where he lives, I will take you there!"

He led the way, and a dozen of us marched forward in a mighty manner.

Late at night, a group of migrant workers in shabby clothes want to do something just and get what belongs to us.

Migrant worker, what a beautiful word!

At least, at this moment I am one of the migrant workers;

At least, at this moment, I am a human being.

When we arrived at the door of the district mayor's villa, he was lying comfortably on a rocking chair in the yard drinking tea.

He has a fat head, big ears, a fat brain, and several layers of swimming rings on his belly.

When he saw us coming, he frowned, spoke sternly, and yelled: "Where are the farmers from? Don't stay in front of my house, get out of here! Otherwise, I'll call the security guard!"

I stepped forward, broke the iron fence with my bare hands, and walked towards him step by step.

He stared at his two needle-nosed eyes and turned around to run towards the house.

I caught up with him in a few steps and pushed him to the ground.

"Pay me back!" I roared in a low voice.

"Nonsense, I don't even know you, how could I owe you money?"

The migrant workers who were following me crowded forward and talked in a flurry of words.

He finally understood the reason and immediately made an indifferent expression.

"You go and ask for money from whoever asks you for a job. It has nothing to do with me! It's not my job for you to wash.

Where’s the contract? Have you signed the contract?”

Everyone looked at each other and fell silent.

He immediately said sarcastically: "If you dare to ask for money without a contract, even if you sue the King of Heaven, I won't have to give you a penny!"

"This is not possible..."

"Humph," he snorted coldly and said with certainty: "I also said that you admired me and volunteered to clean the road. Okay, while I am in a good mood, you can get out of here and don't delay my enjoyment of admiring the moon.

, otherwise when my guards come, I will shoot you all to death!"

An old man pulled my arm and whispered: "Forget it, let's go..."

"No!" I glared angrily: "You must give us the money! Otherwise we won't leave!"

"You little brat, if you have enough strength, you dare to act like a hero in front of me! There are things that were born but not raised by mothers. I don't even ask about them. I..."

Before he finished speaking, his head exploded like a watermelon.

He paid the price for his arrogance and ignorance!

Blood and brain matter flew together, red and yellow, and the sticky liquid was the same color as the lanterns.

Anger makes me lose all my sanity. I hate people mentioning my mother the most!

He violated my taboo!

I subconsciously licked the mucus on my hand.

A hunger and thirst that grew from within my body drove me, tortured me, and ravaged me.

A voice loops in my head.

'It's delicious, it's delicious, it's delicious, it's delicious...'

With bloodshot eyes, I crouched down and saw the blood on my brain scattered around, feeling a little pity.

I opened my mouth, bit his throat with my sharp teeth, and ate the meat wantonly.

It smells good! It smells so good!

After living for so long, this is the first time I have tasted something so delicious.

People in the villa probably heard the noise, and the lights outside suddenly turned on.

It illuminated the blood on the ground and me.

My hands are holding his heart, eating happily.

The transparent floor-to-ceiling windows reflected my ferocious appearance, and also reflected the frightened expression of a woman.

The co-workers who came with me huddled together like quails with their necks hunched.

The smell of urine kept spreading.
Chapter completed!