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In the kitchen, I picked up a kitchen knife, and the hatred on my face could no longer be concealed. I walked heavily to my parents and stopped. I raised my hand high, and with a flash of cold light, I slashed it hard at their hearts. Blood splattered everywhere, instantly dyeing my face red. There was no reluctance or sadness in my heart, only indifference. Everything now was the retribution they deserved.

After I confirmed that they were no longer breathing, I turned around and stabbed Grace with my eyes like a knife . Her face was red with anger, and her eyes were full of bloodshot with fear. She wanted to dodge, but she couldn't muster any strength. She could only keep panting. Her miserable appearance was like an animal waiting to be slaughtered.

Looking at her, my hatred was almost out of control. Why? Why can she, the culprit, live so comfortably? Tears gushed out of my eyes, and I raised the knife again and aimed at her legs. The severe pain made her faint instantly. A minute later, her legs were chopped off by me and crushed into meat paste. The blood splattered dozens of meters, drawing a gorgeous picture on the wall.

I was bloodshot, and hatred completely dominated my reason. Cutting off her legs was not enough, I slashed her face twice, watching the flesh turn out, and the burning hatred in my heart barely got a little pleasure of revenge. The tip of the knife slowly slid down her chest, and the desire to cut open her heart became stronger and stronger. However, just before my mind was about to lose control, I thought of my daughter in the room.

To make sure there were no survivors, I went back to take a look. Fortunately, my daughter had already died after drinking the milk powder. After all, we were father and daughter, so I gave her euthanasia. I put down her cold body, returned to the living room, opened the door, and let the smell of blood drift further. Then, I called the police for myself.

During the period before the police arrived, I did my best and spared no effort to leave traces of sin on Grace . When I was tired of chopping and had no strength left, I sat on the sofa and ate the fruit plate that my mother had washed and cut before she died. I ate the last piece of fruit until the police arrived.

They immediately sent Grace, who still had vital signs , to the hospital for emergency treatment, and then a group of people crowded into the house to take photos for evidence. If I were not my parents' son, this could be said to be a tragedy that almost wiped out the entire family. The neighbors crowded at the door, angrily taking out their phones to take photos, and vicious insults kept reaching my ears.

" I saw his mother buying vegetables for him in the morning, and he died at noon. He was killed by his own son. He is simply a psychopathic beast!"

"All animals are good. Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. This man is worse than a pig or a dog! His parents are so good to him. It's really like spoiling a child!"

"Is this woman his wife? They just got married. I remember I ate the wedding candy. I didn't expect that he would hack her into a cripple. It's such a pity that an outsider ended up like this. It's really a sin!"