Who moved my novel?

I am Satan.

I didn't have this name before...

But...

I used to be the child that my parents loved.

When I was young, my parents only had me as their only child, and all their attention was on me. At that time, I often thought that it would be nice to have a younger brother or sister, so that they wouldn't have to bother me all the time.

At that time, my father asked me to study hard, but I tore up the book. I didn't do anything he said.

At that time, my mother asked me to draw well, but I broke the pen. I did the opposite of what she said.

"You have a younger sister."

That day, my father happily hugged the child, my...sister.

Everything changed from that day on.

"Dad, I got 99 points in the test." I excitedly took the test paper and walked to my father.

"Oh, I see. Keep working hard next time."

"Mom, my painting was praised by the teacher! He said I have talent!" I held my painting and ran to my mother.

"Well, it's fine. Oh, by the way, isn't it time for you to pay the tuition? Ask your dad for it later."

For some reason, they were so indifferent to me as if they were a stranger.

I have a sister now, and I finally don't have to be nagged by them. I...why am I so lonely...

"Dad, I saw...I saw someone killing someone."

That day, I was shivering in the living room.

"Be good, Dad has to work overtime today, and I'll play with you tomorrow, okay?" Dad put on a suit and didn't even look at me.

"Dad, why do you work overtime every day..." The loneliness in my heart washed away the fear, and for the first time, I felt that killing was not that scary.

"Because Dad has to support the family." Dad pushed open the door: "Okay, I'll take you and your sister out to play during the holidays."

"Hey, Dad!" I wanted to call him, but the door was already closed heavily.

Loneliness, nagging, fear...

I waited for several hours in the dark, and finally, my mother came back with my sister.

"Mom, I saw today..."

"Shh..." Mom quickly raised her hand to her lips and whispered, "Keep your voice down, your sister is asleep."

"I..."

"Okay, okay, wait a minute, I'll put your sister on the bed first."

The bedroom door closed and never opened again.

Maybe, Mom just forgot...but why did she forget?

Finally, the police came.

It took me nearly an hour to convince them on the phone that what I said was true.

"Police comrade, children are ignorant and talk nonsense." Dad blocked the door and let Mom hold my sister into the house first.

No one cared about me.

"I didn't say nonsense!" I shouted helplessly and suddenly pushed my father away: "I really saw it!"

"Little friend, you said you saw the murderer, can you describe what he looks like to me?" Fortunately, the police uncle believed what I said.

"He looks..." I thought about the murderer's appearance in my heart, but...why! Why can't I see it clearly! Why can't I say anything!

Tears flowed down in an instant.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't remember!"

"Police comrade, he just said it. My child likes to draw some weird things. I guess it's... Alas..."

After that, my father took the police to see my painting.

This scene, how long have I been looking forward to this scene!

From the first day I started to draw seriously, I hoped that one day my parents would take my painting and show it off in front of others, showing a happy expression.

However, now that the painting is out, it is indeed...

"Police comrade, look, I told you, don't believe him, a child."

I don't know whether I should be thankful or thankful or thankful.

The two policemen were still conscientious. Even if my father said so, even if I couldn't say anything, they still believed me.

"Let's take him to see a psychiatrist."

I don't know why, I was always afraid of seeing a doctor, but I was actually a little happy at that moment.

Finally...I can temporarily leave this home that no longer belongs to me.

However...it seems that I am still naive.

God really played a big joke on me.

That doctor turned out to be the murderer!

"Hello, little friend."

Looking at his smile, it was really ironic that the murderer was actually treating the eyewitness?

"Are you going to kill me?" I was not afraid. I had already made plans to go to heaven or hell.

"No." However, he shook his head and smiled slightly: "You are a good child. Why should I kill you?"

This sentence, which I have been looking forward to for several years, was actually spoken by the murderer!

It's really ironic!

What's more ironic is that he actually touched my head and squatted down in front of me.

"Child, I heard that you are very good at painting, right?"

"I can't paint." What am I talking about? I obviously long for others' recognition, why should I deny it?

"I know you can, and you have won many awards. I have seen you in the broadcast of the national competition."

I must be crazy. At that moment, I almost cried. Finally someone paid attention to me, and finally someone recognized me...but why was it him?

"Child, draw him, remember, don't draw my appearance." The man touched my head again.

It was incredible. I thought he would threaten me not to tell anyone.

"It's hard to keep it in your heart, right? Then draw it out. It'll be a hint to them." The murderer was arrogant and proud.

But he really understood me so well that I didn't want to tell anyone about him.

After all... if he was gone, no one would understand me so well, right?

"Oh, sorry, I haven't asked your name yet." His smile was so bright, just like the smile he had when he killed someone that night.

I should have been scared.

"Satan." My tone was so calm that I even surprised myself.

I was in front of a murderer!

"Satan?" He smiled again: "What a good name. I heard that Satan was a chess piece planted by God in the shadows. I don't know if it's true."

"..." I didn't say anything, but I felt like I was about to cry.

For the first time in so many years, someone knew that Satan was not a demon.

"Go, kid, draw the scene of that day for them to see. I allow it." His figure was like a master in the light, tall and majestic.

Bloody background.

Hanging figure.

I performed the scarlet scene on the paper.

The crazy devil was marked in the most obvious place.

Yes.

I drew that picture.

But I didn't give it to the police.

Maybe, this time, I can really be Satan?

At least... this person in front of me should not betray me... or at least remember me after betraying me, right?