The Son of the Moon approached the dagger cautiously.
Once upon a time, when the group of children who were older than him trampled on him and kicked and beat him severely, the Moon Son also considered fighting back.
But he is kind and rational. He knows that there is no point in fighting back, and he may even be beaten worse and hurt more deeply.
He couldn't fight back with his bare hands, but what if he had a weapon in his hand?
In times of desperation, among these humanoid demons, what does it matter if you stab a few people with a knife? Maybe, when people see the ferocious side of the Son of the Moon, they will stop causing trouble for him.
In order to survive, you have to try any option, right?
The Moon Child accepted the dagger.
The black figure also disappeared with satisfaction.
Maybe it was a demon who wanted to trick him into committing a crime. But maybe he was just a kind person who couldn't stand it and came to help him.
No matter what, the sharp dagger was a real thing, and it was the only thing the child could rely on at the moment. He carefully wrapped it in rags and hid it in his arms.
Something swam past him. He was so hungry and dizzy that he pounced on it without thinking, and what he caught was a small insect. His rationality was on the verge of collapse and he no longer considered it.
How disgusting and dirty is a bug? It's just a brain that swallows that disgusting thing into its mouth.
Want to live...
No matter what... we must live!
The next day, it was time to distribute food to the people in the concentration camp.
As always, the children were waiting in line for rations obediently. Those despicable people jumped in line as always, received multiple portions of food, and left only leftovers for their children.
He picked up the plate carefully, not daring to move away from the officer's sight. As soon as he took even half a step away, the group of older children would come over and snatch his food.
But this is actually just a kind of self-comfort. The soldiers never care about the life and death of the people in the concentration camp. Even if they see the older children snatching food from the hands of the Moon Children, they are indifferent. The soldiers may even be more happy to see this kind of barbarism.
Bullying, because this just proves the correctness of their point of view - the race imprisoned in the concentration camp is indeed a race with dirty blood flowing in the individual, the descendants of the devil.
Seeing the despicable behavior of these Jews, the soldiers could feel more at ease and lock these people in concentration camps to await "processing" in the future.
------In this country, no matter how young a child is, or even a centenarian, there is no exception that despicable cruelty has settled in their hearts. Is it the fault of the times, or is this just the bad nature of people?
Moon Son moved away from the sight of the soldier. The group of older children who had been bullying him also came over. As always, they overturned the plate in Moon Son's hand, and the food spilled on the floor.
The Son of the Moon held the dagger in his arms tightly and hesitated again and again.
They kicked him to the ground and started beating and kicking him.
The Son of the Moon squeezed the handle of the dagger with the greatest strength he could muster in his life.
He cried, begged, and begged the older children not to force him to commit crimes.
No one could understand what he said, and the older children only regarded him as a joke. Their fists fell even more viciously.
Then something broke inside Moonchild's body. I don't know if it was a rib or an arm bone, but it snapped and broke crisply.
Unable to bear it anymore, he took out the dagger from his arms.
Do people have to be cruel in order to survive?
The terrifying weapons shone coldly in front of people. The faces of the older children suddenly turned livid, and the faces of the adults watching turned ashen.
(Swing it over and pierce the child king’s lower abdomen.)
A voice echoed in Moon Child's mind.
(Let him suffer a little. Let him die. Vent out all the resentment you have accumulated in this blow.)
It was simply the whisper of the devil.
(It is human nature to bully good and fear evil. There is no need to show mercy to such evil human beings!)
"close......"
The child growled.
"Shut up!!"
As if all the anger in his life had been vented in one breath, he waved the dagger and waved it in a dangerous direction.
However, no one was injured. No one was stabbed to death or injured by the dagger. The only one injured was ------
Himself!
The child cut out a piece of flesh from his already bony arm.
In front of everyone's faces, who were gradually collapsing in fear, he just swallowed the meat on his arm. It was just a very small piece of flesh from himself. But he... ate it!
He is very kind and does not want to hurt anyone.
He is also very strong and would rather eat himself than give in to anyone.
He will not hurt anyone because he knows that if he hurts others with a knife, then he will be no different from these despicable people.
This kind-hearted silly child was hurting himself while giggling. He was chewing his own flesh and blood, with bright red dripping from the corners of his mouth.
This is a warning, it is also self-deprecating, and it is even more self-destructive and self-destructive. But it is useful. Because it is scary, it is useful.
The older children who bullied him seemed to have seen a real demon. They started to piss themselves and ran away in fear. The adults screamed and screamed, as if a wild beast had broken into their camp.
People who can eat their own flesh and blood so nonchalantly are out of touch with common sense. And this is what those despicable mortals fear most.
The Son of the Moon fell to the ground due to severe pain. His wounds were worsening and blood was gushing. Only death was waiting for him.
At the same time, armored vehicles driven by the army also broke through the iron gate of the concentration camp and broke in.
They just need an excuse to get rid of these Jews with "filthy blood".
The leading soldier glanced at the Moon Child on the ground and began to smile ferociously: "You actually did something to such a young child. You trash are really hopeless. ------Start cleaning up!"
The soldiers on the armored vehicles received the order and began to shoot at the camp with heavy machine guns.
People fled in all directions, but their footsteps could not keep up with the bullets, and they were shot to pieces in an instant. Some people fled to the concentration camp and climbed on the thick barbed wire.
The soldiers who were already prepared were delighted to see this and pulled down the electric switch. Tens of thousands of volts of high-voltage current flowed through the barbed wire, instantly roasting those people into charcoal.
No one can survive in this sinful place. They bully a weak and helpless child, or refuse to save this weak and helpless child, which is enough to prove that they are an inferior race full of sin---
---The soldiers advocated this.
Those who deceive others are also deceived, and those who kill are also killed, that's all.
After ten minutes passed, all the residents in the concentration camp, regardless of age or sex, except for the Moon Child who was already lying on the ground dying, were all reduced to pieces of flesh and blood, or blackened and burned corpses. In order to prevent any fish from slipping through the net,
The soldiers began to throw incendiary bombs into various broken houses, and the fire spread instantly.
The air is filled with the smell of burning barbecue.
"What should I do with this child?" One of the soldiers kicked the Moon Child on the ground and asked his commander.
"The video to be recorded has already been recorded, and the necessary promotional materials have been prepared. He is no longer of use. Leave him alone and retreat." The soldiers retreated as quickly as they arrived.
At noon that winter, white snow fell from the sky again.
Under the blazing firelight of the concentration camp, everything around him was so dazzling.
There was blood pouring out from the wounds on his arms, and the child, who was extremely weak from hunger, could no longer move. Once again, he quietly prayed for the inevitable death.
Even until the last moment, he did not commit a crime. He was very good and maintained his conscience. Can he go to heaven like this? Will his parents be waiting for his arrival in heaven?
However, in Moon Son's increasingly blurry vision, the familiar black figure appeared again.
"It's really disappointing." The man shook his head: "Don't you even have the courage to kill someone?"
The child didn't reply.
"Forget it." The mysterious man hummed, "If you continue like this, you will definitely die. Even if you can save your life temporarily, you will have nowhere to go. This country excludes people like you, and other countries also exclude you. The world.
You are so big, but there is no place for you."
The mysterious man squatted down and approached the Moon Child: "I will give you one last proposal. I am conducting some kind of human experiment, and not everyone can accept this experiment. I need to find a suitable candidate. You are one of the suitable candidates."
One, that’s why I’m here.
Not everyone can bear the pain caused by that experiment, and the success rate is very low. If you fail, you will die in pain, which is a million times more painful than the pain you are enduring now.
So, choose, boy.
You can die here like this, which may also be a kind of happiness for you.
You can also follow me, accept the experiment, and then try to survive in great pain. Even if the experiment succeeds, greater suffering will be waiting for you. But you will have endless vitality. You have the strength to fight
, have the strength to struggle until you find where you belong."
The mysterious man reached out and touched the child's cheek.
"Then, choose. Do you want to come with me?"
The child nodded silently.
"Interesting." The mysterious man picked up the Moon Child and said, "I will put you in for transformation right away. Then you will break away from the ranks of [human beings] and become an inhuman thing. You may die, or you may
You will completely lose your memory and mind. Before that, tell me your name. I am not a heartless person. I will remember the names of all those who have been experimented. This is what I can do for you.
The only thing that can be done."
However, the son of the moon remained silent.
"Don't tell me? Is that really okay?" The mysterious man asked again: "If you really die in the experiment, no one will remember you anymore?"
The child was silent for a long time. Even though the name was meaningless, even though there was no one left in the world who would truly be saddened by his death.
"Shaun." He whispered.
"Then let's go, Sean." Mysterious humanity said. A ray of light enveloped them, and their figures disappeared completely after half a second. (To be continued)