The monster was about two and a half meters tall, and its exposed skin was dirty and gray. On its neck, the strips of flesh and blood formed by the cracked head were floating slowly connected to the blade.
"Go quickly, go quickly!" The wife cried in a broken voice.
The husband burst into tears and yelled, "No, let's run away together!"
He tried his best to pull his wife up.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The little boy in his arms cried loudly.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap, the gray figure quickens the pace, the blades connected with flesh and blood dance wildly, the family of three is in danger!
Qi Xiaotian's face was horrified, and his whole body felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar. He sat on the ground and murmured to himself as if he had been frightened.
"Monster, why are there monsters? I just want to fight the monster. Where is the monster..."
The sight before him deeply stimulated his spirit.
In my mind, images that had been dusty for a long time appeared like a slideshow.
On a sunny noon.
The family of three enjoyed lunch happily.
"Mom, I don't want to eat."
There was a little boy sitting in a child's chair, making milky sounds.
There were grains of rice stuck to the corners of his mouth, making him look quite silly.
"Xiaotian, have you forgotten what the kindergarten teacher taught you?"
"Don't waste food. Farmers work very hard."
A gentle and beautiful female voice sounded.
It was a simple and elegant woman wearing a floral skirt. She was speaking softly and reached out to remove the rice grains from the corner of the little boy's mouth.
"No, I won't eat it. I want to eat big chicken drumsticks!" the little boy pouted.
The elegant woman deliberately kept a straight face, "Xiaotian, your mother will be very angry if you act like this. Be good and eat the rice in the bowl. Children who waste food are bad children. Mother hates bad children."
"Humph~" The little boy was very frustrated and turned his eyes to another figure for help.
He is about thirty years old, has a clean buzzcut, and has a mature and steady temperament.
Seeing his son's watery eyes, the middle-aged man coughed a few times and wanted to say something nice.
As a result, when he coughed, the elegant woman turned her head directly, her eyes seeming to be warning.
The meaning is very simple, I teach the children and you don’t care!
The middle-aged man suddenly became confused.
He scratched his head and said, "Xiaotian, your mother is right. Children cannot waste food. Dad also hates such children."
"And I will secretly tell you a secret." The middle-aged man leaned over and said in a mysterious and low voice.
"What is it?" The little boy's eyes were bright.
"If a child eats all the rice in his bowl, he will grow up to be very good-looking in the future."
"If there are too many rice grains left, there will be a lot of small pimples on your face, and other girls will stop playing with you when they see it!"
Middle-aged men have their own ways of doing things.
"Really?" The little boy looked worried.
"Of course it's true, your parents are doing it for your own good," the elegant woman said seriously.
The little boy lowered his head and saw many grains of rice left at the bottom of the bowl. When he thought about his face that would be covered with acne in the future, he couldn't help but feel scared.
"You didn't tell me earlier." The little boy's eyes were slightly red, and he grabbed the iron spoon and put the rice into his mouth.
I am deeply afraid of missing one and causing serious consequences.
"Mom, Dad, I've finished eating!" the little boy said proudly.
"That's right." The elegant woman touched the child's little head and said with satisfaction.
She looked at her husband and nodded.
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows mischievously, as if showing off his education level to his wife.
"Humph." The elegant woman turned her face away, with a smile that couldn't be concealed at the corner of her mouth.
Sudden.
There was a shrill scream outside the door.
"What's going on?!" The middle-aged man and the elegant woman looked at each other.
The little boy held his breath, feeling a little scared.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a rough knock on the door.
"Who is it?" The middle-aged man stood up and shouted tentatively.
But the only reply I received was a knock on the door that became heavier and heavier every time, as if something terrible was trying to break in!
"We're calling the police if you're like this!" The elegant woman was nervous and raised her voice.
However, it has no effect.
The security door banged loudly, and the sound was heard throughout the house.
"Call the police!" The elegant woman made a quick decision, picked up her cell phone and dialed the police number.
"Whether it's over or not, you're really not afraid of going to jail, are you?"
The middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves, ran into the kitchen and took out a kitchen knife.
Just to be on the safe side, if there is a gangster who commits an attack, I will fight tooth and nail no matter what!
After all, you have your wife and children behind you!
"Woooo..." The little boy had never seen such a posture before, and he was so frightened that he burst into tears.
Boom, boom, boom!
The door was hit hard.
"Quick, take the child to the room, I'm here!" the middle-aged man said seriously.
"The child's father," the elegant woman said with tears in her eyes.
"Hurry!" the middle-aged man roared.
The elegant woman quickly picked up the child, ran into the bedroom and locked the door.
She dialed the police phone number and said anxiously to the operator inside: "Hello, a gangster is trying to break into my house..."
A loud banging sound.
The security door seemed to have been knocked open.
Then came a man's frightened cry, "Don't come out, there's a monster!"
Immediately, the sound suddenly stopped.
The elegant woman was so frightened that she dropped her cell phone. She recognized her husband's voice.
"Mom...what's wrong with dad..." the little boy raised his face and cried.
"Shh!" The elegant woman quickly covered her son's mouth.
Her eyes were red, tears rolled down her delicate face, and she said, "Xiaotian, don't be afraid. No matter what you see later, you must keep quiet."
"You know, your name is Qi Xiaotian, this name was given to you by your father.
"The inspiration comes from the mythical story about a monkey god called the Monkey King."
"The monkey god is not afraid of anything, and the meaning of this name is that I hope you can live bravely in this life."
"Remember, mom and dad will always love you.
The elegant woman burst into tears, stroking the child's face with her right hand, her heart full of pain and reluctance.
Outside the bedroom, heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a faint roar similar to that of a monster could be heard.
The elegant woman's expression changed and she pushed the little boy under the bed.
Then as soon as she stood up, the bedroom door was violently knocked open.
Accompanied by screams.
The little boy hiding under the bed heard the sound of something being torn apart by sharp claws. Soon, a female corpse that had been torn apart into a human shape fell to the ground, and greasy, sticky bright red blood seeped and spread on the floor.
The air is filled with the pungent smell of blood.
The little boy was frightened.
He instinctively wanted to open his mouth and scream, but out of instinctive reaction, he covered his mouth with his two small hands.
Big tears fell down her little face.
Tap tap tap.
The strange footsteps lingered in the bedroom.
The little boy didn't even dare to breathe, hiding under the cold and dark bed.
After a while, the footsteps gradually became distant, and the monster left on its own after feeling that it had no target.
Even so, the little boy didn't dare to move.
He remained in a curled-up position, covering his mouth with both hands, and looked blankly at the female corpse next to him.
I don't know how long it has been.
There were sounds of conversation outside.
"The corridors are full of corpses. They were all harmed by demons. This family has not escaped the murderous hands."
"The monster also ran to the street to kill people. Fortunately, the military used a rocket launcher to kill it. Damn it, so many innocent people were killed!"
"Wait a minute, there are two corpses here, one male and one female, but there are children's chairs outside, which means there are children at home, but where are the children?"
"Could it be eaten?"
"Don't jump to conclusions, let's take a hard look."
Under the bed, the light of a flashlight shone.
"There are children here!" the policeman said in surprise.
The little boy's eyes were dull and he looked frightened.
The memory image stopped in my mind.
Qi Xiaotian burst into tears and knelt down on the ground crying, "Dad, Mom, Xiaotian misses you so much..."
He broke down in sobs and was so sad that he burst into tears.
At this time, the gray monster attacked a family of three.
The middle-aged man put down his child angrily and spread his arms in front of his wife and children.
The wife begged, and the little boy wiped his tears and cried loudly.
Qi Xiaotian saw all this.
The scene in front gradually overlapped with the memory scene, and the blood flowing in the body was boiling.
"My name is Qi Xiaotian, and I want to be as brave as the Monkey King."