binnovel Chapter 112 The 1st Murder
Chapter 112 The 1st Murder
All the stories Vincent had told appeared before her one by one.
Compared to Vincent's calm narration, seeing it with her own eyes made Evelin feel what a lifetime of shadow was like.
She saw the woman gradually go mad and her once pretty face was no longer there.
She has sunken eye sockets and a thin, yellow face.
No normal person was willing to look for her anymore, so she had to make money to buy drugs.
We can only lower the price again and again to accept all the customers.
We can receive more than 20 patients a day, so naturally various diseases are inevitable.
But she seemed to have given up on herself a long time ago, and she didn't have any skills that could make money.
Only this broken body could provide her with value.
Now, she is willing to do anything as long as she can get money to buy drugs.
She often uses Vincent as a tool to vent her emotions.
Whenever she got upset with guests or was criticized when she was out, she would find any excuse to beat and scold Vincent when she got home.
Even though it was made by Vincent, it looked perfect and impeccable in the eyes of outsiders.
Women will still find fault with everything, and even if a word is pronounced wrong, they will be abused.
But often after venting, the woman would hug Vincent, crying and laughing, and ask for his forgiveness.
"Mom didn't mean it. I just wanted you to save face."
"Others look down on us mother and son, and mom doesn't want you to be looked down upon."
Vincent has heard too many words like this.
Such living environment and suffocating family affection have made Vincent a taciturn person.
He was thin and weak, and his clothes were ragged, so naturally he became the one who was bullied in school.
What comforted Evelyn a little was that little Vincent was not a cowardly lamb who would allow himself to be bullied and never fight back.
His eyes were extremely fierce, and if the other party attacked, he would fight back with all his might.
Even though his two fists were no match for so many people, he would grab the leading kid and beat him to death when he was surrounded and beaten.
So even though Vincent ended up covered in bruises and bruises, the other party wasn't much better off, and was even worse off than him.
Evelin could also see from this that he had been ruthless and decisive in killing since he was a child.
She also saw Vincent coming home covered in wounds and being abused by his mother, who then had to cook and do housework for him.
Until one day, the older kids came to stand up for the little leader who bullied Vincent last time.
"You bastard, how dare you hit my brother!"
"I'm not a bastard, I have a father!"
Vincent's face darkened and he immediately retorted. He hated being called a bastard the most, but everyone just kept saying that to him.
"Your mother has been slept with by so many people, does she know who your father is?"
"That's right, your mother won't even let go of the children."
"If I didn't think she was sick, I would have gone and tried it last time when she waved at me."
"I heard from the people in the third shift that her skills are really good!"
“Hahahahaha, don’t think that in fact your dad is almost the same age as you, hahahaha.”
Several senior boys were talking to each other, saying dirty words and mocking Vincent.
When Vincent heard that a classmate in school had experienced such a thing with his mother, his pupils shrank suddenly.
The cold aura around him hit my face, and in an instant, a strong wind blew, the sky became dark, and thunder roared.
Several people looked at each other, and couldn't help but step back at Vincent's horrible appearance.
"This is so weird, what the hell are you?"
The leading boy cursed loudly, quickened his pace and turned around to run.
Unexpectedly, Vincent found strength from nowhere and appeared in front of the boy in an instant.
“You you you you… monster…!”
The boy looked at Vincent's pupils, which had turned scarlet and glowed, and he yelled in fear.
Vincent didn't give him a chance to react. He bared his fangs and bit his artery.
The boy's eyes widened and he could only make "ugh" sounds.
In fear, blood spurted and he died of exhaustion.
His face was covered in blood, and he slowly approached the man who was standing there trembling and forgetting even to run.
Several children immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed, admitted their mistakes, and begged for his forgiveness.
This was the first time Vincent knew that he had such terrifying power, and it was also the first time he tasted human blood.
It was also his first time to kill someone, and this experience planted a seed in his abnormal heart.
A seed that can protect itself from harm and discrimination as long as it has the power and strength.
After returning home, Vincent was in a hurry to clean the blood off his body, but he didn't notice that the woman was already standing behind him.
After being beaten and tortured inhumanely by the woman, Vincent told the whole process of his murder.
The woman's face turned as black as ink. She immediately took her only money and left the city with Vincent overnight.
The woman took Vincent to a very remote border city, and they only had enough money to rent a basement in a very poor environment.
That night, the woman pulled out his fangs and cut away the flesh from his chest over and over again.
That mark on the heart belongs to the vampires.
Evelyn stood beside little Vincent, watching him stare with wide eyes in horror as his mother approached.
He was tied to the bed and had nowhere to escape.
The silver blade fell down so quickly that Vincent didn't even have the right to scream.
She wanted to reach out her hand to stop the woman's next move, but her hand went straight through her body.
The torture was over and Vincent's tears had dried.
He lay on the bed panting. The woman did not treat his wounds and was too lazy to even give him a sip of water.
Vincent felt hopeless, waiting for his blood to run out.
She thought that he seemed to have given up his life at this time.
The sun was rising and the sky was gradually turning pale.
Vincent kept his eyes open and looked at the ceiling of the rental house all night.
I don’t know whether God has mercy on him or wants to continue to torture him.
Vincent did not die from excessive blood loss, he survived.
This abuse goes on day after day with no end in sight.
Because of the new living environment and without the financial support of her former customers, the woman's life became increasingly difficult.
But her need for medication grew, and her mood became increasingly unstable.
Gradually, he took an extreme approach and became insane.
At that time, Vincent looked more and more like Ron, and naturally he was also good-looking.
She stopped Vincent from going to school, depriving him of his only chance to free himself.
The woman was even planning to have Vincent drink and sleep with some wealthy and powerful people with special fetishes.
People at the club told her that the income from such children's services was very considerable.
Finally, Vincent compromised.