"Haha, I was joking with you.

　　It's chicken blood," the uncle became kind again.

　　"When slaughtering chickens, you can't avoid getting it on you." Seeing my disbelief, he led me to the kitchen.

　　There were indeed no sheep in the kitchen, only chickens.

　　Dead chickens stacked neatly like bricks.

　　"Why kill so many? Can you finish eating them?" I casually asked.

　　"I like it, of course, we will finish eating them." I didn't say anything else and returned to the living room, waiting for the police to arrive.

　　"Why didn't you stay in your hometown, uncle?" Too many things had happened, and I was too anxious in my heart.

　　I wanted to say something to distract my attention.

　　"My son is developing in the city, so I followed him," the uncle said.

　　"But, everything is inconvenient in the city, being restrained by rules and regulations.

　　It's not like when I was in my hometown, where I could do as I pleased." "The houses in the city are expensive, every inch of land is valuable.

　　Unlike my hometown, where the land is vast, and I could dig a pit whenever I wanted to," the uncle sighed.

　　I absentmindedly responded with a few "yeah"s.

　　The uncle seemed to sense that something was bothering me, "You have something on your mind?" "Are you feeling guilty about your neighbor's matter?" "Oh...you don't have to, that guy was never a good person," the uncle leaned towards me mysteriously.

　　"Last month, a beautiful girl moved in next to us, and he insisted on helping her with her luggage.

　　The girl kept refusing him, which made him furious." "A few days later, guess what I saw?" "That girl ran out of his room wearing only her underwear, covering her face and crying," he described it vividly, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

　　"So you don't need to feel guilty for his death or anything." "This is just heaven intervening, taking him away." I nodded and walked to the window, looking down with a slanted gaze.

　　Several police cars were already parked downstairs.

　　I withdrew my gaze and looked at the uncle in horror, "How did you know he died?" "My son told me," the door lock turned, and the rider opened the door, walking in from the entrance.

　　He called out to the uncle, "Dad." Then he looked at me with resentment, "You damn bitch, it's all because of you.

　　I wasn't planning on killing anyone again.

　　I was ready to live a good life."

　　"It's all over now." "Let's all die together." He rushed towards me.