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Grandpa's consciousness began to blur, and everything around him became indistinct, yet memories from the past started flashing in his mind. Those memories played out like scenes from a black-and-white film, tinged with a sense of nostalgia.
He recalled the hardships of Da Shewan's childhood. Da Shewan's parents had divorced, and his mother had passed away early, leaving his grandson to be cared for by him. At that time, he was busy with his work as a chef and knew little about education, often resorting to harsh discipline. Nevertheless, Da Shewan remained a thoughtful child, frequently helping with household chores and always putting filial piety first without complaint.
Grandpa remembered those years when Da Shewan's sweet smile was his only solace. No matter how difficult life became, his grandson's smile always brought him warmth and hope. Da Shewan was always so understanding at home, so well-behaved, filling him with immense pride.
However, everything changed. Ever since Da Shewan started making online videos, his personality began to twist. Grandpa clearly remembered that during that time, Da Shewan grew distant and even somewhat irritable. The once sweet smile gradually faded away, replaced by a grotesque face filled with anger and resentment.
"How did it come to this?" Grandpa's heart was filled with endless regret and self-blame. He tried to recall the sweet smile of Da Shewan from his childhood, seeking those beautiful memories, but the reality before him was so cruel. That grotesque face loomed close, filled with malice and hatred.
Da Shewan's hand still gripped Grandpa's neck tightly, his eyes glinting with madness. Grandpa felt his life slipping away; no matter how he struggled, he could not escape this pain and humiliation. His breathing became increasingly labored, and his vision blurred further.
"You worthless old man, are you finally going to die?" Da Shewan hissed under his breath, his voice brimming with uncontrollable anger and disgust. Grandpa felt despair wash over him; he knew he could not escape the grip of this demon and could only silently endure the pain and humiliation. He attempted to recall those beautiful memories in search of comfort, but everything felt so distant.
As Grandpa's gaze grew murky, it suddenly cleared as if his soul were about to disperse. He sensed his vitality rapidly fading while Da Shewan became increasingly frantic, as if eagerly awaiting his death.
"You old fool, is it finally over for you?" Da Shewan's voice was filled with madness and anticipation as he tightened his grip on Grandpa's neck even more, as if trying to squeeze out every last bit of life.
In that moment, Grandpa's neck suddenly twisted awkwardly; he felt utterly powerless as a foul odor filled the air. With his muscles completely relaxed, a torrent of excrement erupted from his body as if expelling all his remaining vitality in one final act.
Da Shewan was startled by this sudden turn of events and released his grip, staring in shock at what lay before him. His eyes were filled with disbelief and astonishment; he had truly killed Grandpa. As he looked at Grandpa’s lifeless eyes and limp body, a strange emotion surged within him—both pleasure and fear intertwined.
"I really killed him..." Da Shewan murmured softly to himself, trembling slightly. His fingers still tingled from where they had gripped Grandpa’s neck; the thrill of controlling life and death ensnared him. Yet along with that thrill came deep-seated fear and regret.
He looked at the filth on the ground, Grandpa's excrement scattered everywhere, and the unbearable stench filled the air. This scene made him feel an overwhelming sense of disgust and revulsion, but what terrified him even more was the realization that he had truly killed Grandpa, which meant there was no turning back.
Da Shewan's heart was filled with contradictions and chaos; he knew he had embarked on an irreversible path. In that moment, he felt an unprecedented loneliness and helplessness, as if the entire world was collapsing before him. He lowered his head, staring at his hands that had once offered warmth countless times, now feeling so cold and terrifying.
"Is this my fate?" Da Shewan's voice was filled with despair and resignation. He understood that he could no longer escape from this madness and hatred. He muttered curses under his breath, yet could not mask the fear and regret within.
Grandpa's body lay quietly on the ground, the room thick with the scent of death. Da Shewan looked at it all, feeling an immense pressure and despair. He knew he had reached the end of this road, unable to turn back.
As Da Shewan gazed at the mess and stench around him, his heart was filled with confusion and unease. Grandpa's body resembled a deflated balloon, slumped on the floor, its hollow eyes staring directly at him as if questioning why he would treat a family member in such a way.
A wave of intense nausea washed over Da Shewan; his stomach churned violently, and he couldn't help but vomit. He fell to his knees, hands pressed against the floor, throwing up onto Grandpa's corpse. The mingled scent of decay and excrement filled him with profound disgust and fear.
"This is... what I did..." Da Shewan's voice trembled as he was overwhelmed by an indescribable emotion. He didn't know whether to feel happy or sad, nor did he know if he should feel guilty about it all. He only felt immense confusion and pain.
He looked at Grandpa's body; those lifeless eyes seemed to still be questioning him, creating an inescapable pressure within him. The accusation in those eyes made him feel like a condemned sinner, suffering from his conscience every moment.
"What am I doing..." Da Shewan whispered to himself, his voice heavy with despair and helplessness. His hands trembled uncontrollably as they pressed against Grandpa's body, as if seeking a shred of relief but only encountering its cold and rigid touch.
His emotions were in utter turmoil; anger and hatred intertwined with regret and fear, leaving him in a state of profound contradiction and suffering. He didn't know if he should feel guilty for everything that had happened, but deep down, that twisted sense of pleasure made it impossible for him to completely deny his actions.
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