On the dinner table were a cup of warm soy milk, a plate of stir-fried soybean sprouts, a bowl of braised pork with soybeans, and rice with soybeans.
"Why aren't you eating?" Zhao Chuxia's parents urged her anxiously.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Chuxia, who had just been discharged from the hospital, weakly picked up her chopsticks and swallowed her food expressionlessly.
They used to know to grind soybeans into powder and paste, and secretly add it to their food; now they don't even bother to pretend anymore.
Seeing their daughter eating obediently without resistance, her parents' faces flashed with surprise and disappointment, as if they regretted missing a good opportunity to teach their daughter a lesson.
If their daughter fiercely resists and refuses, they can adopt the attitude of a patriarch, criticize her from beginning to end, recount their own difficulties, and finally end the conversation with "I'm doing this for your own good."
Actually, they didn't know what was wrong with them today; they seemed to dislike this daughter intensely, and their malice was blatantly obvious.
The meal was very quiet. Zhao Chuxia's parents kept staring at her face, as if expecting something to happen, but nothing happened until the end of the meal.
After the meal, Zhao Chuxia's gaze quietly swept over her parents' faces, finally settling on her father's face.
This man, who doesn't talk much and always disappears into silence when the mother and daughter argue, is actually the one who makes the mother do many things at his behest or suggestion.
While Zhao Chuxia was washing the dishes, she suddenly heard "ouch, ouch" sounds coming from the living room.
"What's wrong with me?!" her father shouted.
His skin was covered with red rashes, his throat was swollen, his breathing became difficult, and he was accompanied by asthma, dizziness, blurred vision, and confusion.
Zhao Chuxia's mother, standing nearby, exhibited the exact same behavior.
After Zhao Chuxia finished washing all the dishes, she slowly walked over, glanced at them lightly, and said, "I don't know what's wrong with you all. Would you like some hot water?"
"It looks a bit like an allergic reaction to me," Zhao's mother said softly, clutching her chest.
"How could that be? You guys shouldn't have such a delicate illness," Zhao Chuxia retorted casually, then continued, "Was it because you played on your phones too much last night, lowering your immunity, or ate something unclean?"
"You..." Zhao's mother pointed at her, her mouth opening and closing, but she could no longer speak.
Zhao's father managed to speak, urging her to go and get the allergy medication.
Zhao Chuxia sneered. Isn't it all quite clear? Sure enough, when the pain is felt by them, they become less stubborn, obstinate, and pretentious.
An intense surge of malice suddenly welled up within Zhao Chuxia. At that moment, she truly wanted to see her parents suffer to death.
She quickly shook her head. No, no, how could she have such an evil thought?
Even if her parents made mistakes, there were times when they were very good to her!
She's a person with normal values; how could she only see other people's faults and not their good points? Especially when that person is a close relative!
But...
But...
For some reason, she just wanted to see vibrant lives die before her eyes; she just wanted to see others suffer, despair, struggle, and finally die unwillingly!
Zhao Chuxia was finding it hard to accept herself like this, so she quickly called for an ambulance.
The ambulance sped her parents to the hospital.
Outside the emergency room, Zhao Chuxia stood absentmindedly. She seemed to be able to feel the vitality bursting from every living person, as well as the dying feeling of every person on the verge of death.
"What's wrong with me? Is this the price of superpowers?" she wondered anxiously.
During the few days she was hospitalized with a severe allergy, she dreamed that she gained a superpower: the ability to make others allergic to soybeans.
It's a rather useless ability, but if paired with the even more useless ability of being able to scatter a soybean at any time, it becomes a deadly weapon that can kill without leaving a trace.
At first, she thought of conjuring up a large pile of soybeans and getting rich by selling them, but her efficiency in conjuring soybeans was really worrying. They could only pop out one by one, and the soybeans she conjured up didn't seem to be real soybeans. They were all form and no substance, and could only act as an allergen.
Because they were not taken to the hospital in time, both of Zhao Chuxia's parents had half of their stomachs removed.
The feelings of guilt and remorse vanished in an instant, replaced by an invisible joy and comfort that quietly filled every corner of my heart.
This is incorrect!
Zhao Chuxia kept reminding herself that at this moment she should feel guilty and heartbroken, not excited and joyful. Such excitement and joy should not exist!
But she simply couldn't Neglect the physical pleasure!
The malice surging within her was boiling, and she even felt an uncontrollable urge to indiscriminately harm every living person around her.
After paying the surgery fees, Zhao Chuxia hurriedly left the hospital, wanting to find a secluded and deserted place to calm down and suppress the malice in her heart.
The night wind was a bit chilly, but she didn't feel it at all.
Occasionally, when passersby brushed past her, she almost lost control and unleashed her abilities.
Zhao Chuxia strode into a secluded Xiao Hu, squatted down, and bit her lip tightly.
I really want to kill someone!
A large hand suddenly patted her shoulder from behind. Before she could turn around, Zhao Chuxia smelled a strong stench of alcohol.
Turning her head, she saw three half-drunk men blocking the alley entrance, their gazes scrutinizing her from head to toe.
"Beautiful lady, are you alone?" one of the men asked in a rather frivolous tone, and immediately reached out to grab Zhao Chuxia's hand.
Zhao Chuxia could no longer hold back, and a cruel smile curled at the corners of her lips.
Go to hell, you all!
For several months after a gastrectomy, one cannot eat normally.
Zhao Chuxia's parents were both hospitalized after surgery, and she hired a caregiver to look after them, who would come to take care of them personally during her holidays.
The two could barely eat a little bit of liquid food. Zhao Chuxia ate her fragrant soybean and pork trotter rice on the side, while not forgetting to complain:
"How could you suddenly develop such a severe allergic reaction to soybeans? After you recover, I'll cook soybeans in your meals every day, and you'll eat a little bit every day. It won't be long before you're desensitized, just like I am."
After saying that, she put down her chopsticks and handed over two cups of soy milk. "Have some soy milk first. It's nutritious. You're in the recovery period after surgery, so you need to replenish your energy in time. I'm doing this for your own good."
Mr. and Mrs. Zhao kept their mouths shut. They didn't have the strength to argue, or even to be angry. They were mostly afraid.
They understood everything from the beginning, which is why they found it so difficult to accept when it happened to them.
Seeing her parents' reaction, Zhao Chuxia disdainfully put down her soy milk.
She suddenly remembered what her best friend had once told her, "It's actually very simple to tell whether someone is stupid, meaning well but doing the wrong thing, or bad, deliberately trying to harm others. Just do to them the exact same thing they did to you, and you'll immediately see what kind of person they are."
The city of White Pheasant City was not particularly bustling at night. In a quiet, deserted corner, a woman watched silently as the man collapsed to the ground, struggling and dying in agony.
Zhao Chuxia felt her power growing stronger, but at the same time, her body was becoming increasingly strange.
His body temperature was low, his heart rate was low, and his breathing rate was even lower. Many normal physiological responses had stopped, and only the urge to kill grew stronger and stronger.
Sometimes she would even sleepwalk, and when she woke up, she would find herself wandering the streets in her pajamas, preparing to harm living people.
It seemed as if a cold and terrifying monster was inhabiting her body; she was becoming increasingly unable to control herself, and when she was lucid, she was becoming more and more afraid.
She didn't dare call the police, fearing she would be arrested and dissected. Unable to find anyone with similar supernatural powers online, she could only struggle on her own.
He kicked away the body that was blocking his way; the victim had died from a severe allergic reaction, leaving behind a barely recognizable corpse.
Her bottom line is rapidly decreasing.
From initially targeting only stalkers, voyeurs, thieves, and robbers, to now indiscriminate killing, the interval between these actions was not very long.
She used to feel some guilt and unease, and her sense of morality would still prevail, but now she has completely broken down and wants to torment anyone she doesn't like.
All the deceased died from sudden allergic reactions, so the police wouldn't suspect her for the time being.
She walked through Silence, secluded alleys and across two streets, glancing around every now and then, hoping to encounter someone like her, even if it meant meeting a ghost.
Only someone with extraordinary power could bring a sliver of comfort to her cold, numb heart at this moment.
Unfortunately, she had nothing, as if she were the only superpowered person in the world who was neither lucky nor unlucky.
"Early summer? What are you doing here so late at night?"
A sweet voice, both puzzled and familiar, rang in my ears.
Lost in her own thoughts, Zhao Chuxia looked up and saw her best friend Song Li.
"Oh, it's Xiaoli. I'm fine, you know, my parents have been sick lately, so I'm not in a good mood. I just came out for a walk." Zhao Chuxia found a perfect excuse, without revealing any flaws.
"I know you're feeling down, but I hope that no matter what trouble you encounter, you can come to me. Even if I can't help you, I can be there for you," Song Li said sincerely.
She has recently sensed Chu Xia's coldness and distance towards her. Although she doesn't know why, she doesn't want to give up on this friendship, so every time she meets Chu Xia, she tries to win her back.
However, Zhao Chuxia didn't seem to appreciate it. She exchanged a few pleasantries with Song Li like any other acquaintance and then hurriedly left, unwilling to continue the conversation.
Zhao Chuxia didn't see how sad Song Li looked, remaining where she was.
Song Li didn't see how much pain and inner turmoil Zhao Chuxia looked on her face as she left.
It was precisely because of their close relationship that Zhao Chuxia had to choose to distance herself. She was increasingly unable to control herself; the closer they got to her, the sooner they would get hurt, just like her parents.
Two days later, before Song Li had even gotten out of bed, there was a knock on her door.
There were police officers outside the door. After showing their identification, they asked directly, "Are you Ms. Song Li?"
"Yes, it's me." Song Li spoke cautiously. Facing the police, she was inevitably a little nervous, afraid that she might unintentionally cause trouble and suffer an undeserved imprisonment.
This wasn't because she was overly sensitive, but because she had grown up and was no longer the naive child who always believed in the police.
In these less developed small counties, personal connections are sometimes more reliable than the law. Therefore, when some people encounter trouble, they would rather spend money to settle things privately through connections than call the police, for fear of causing even greater trouble for their lives.
Because some of the beautiful things written in textbooks simply exist within textbooks.
Great Memory Restoration Techniques used to be very popular, and the development of internet technology has reduced these problems a lot, but as an ordinary citizen, Song Li is still afraid of trouble.
"We need your cooperation in our investigation. Please come with us," the police officer said politely but firmly.
Song Li nodded obediently. "Okay, can I ask the company for leave first?"
"Can."
Song Li immediately took out her phone and called her boss to ask for sick leave. She didn't mention that she was going to be taken away by the police to cooperate with the investigation, because she was afraid that if the matter got out, it would have a bad impact and people would spread rumors about her without her knowledge. She was also afraid that if people kept asking her questions, it would cause even more trouble.
Taking leave meant losing her perfect attendance record, and Song Li got into the police car in a terrible mood, her mind starting to wander.
Through the car window, she glimpsed many police officers evacuating the crowd, setting up police tape, and erecting road signs prohibiting passage.
What exactly happened?
This looks like something big!
That's it, I'm caught up in something big now, I can forget about having a peaceful life for the foreseeable future.
Song Li hates having her life rhythm disrupted for no reason.
The crowd on the street gradually dispersed, and a group of armed police officers quickly surrounded the area. Armed helicopters blocked the airspace, and many snipers were positioned on the high-rise buildings not far away.
In a command vehicle behind, countless surveillance cameras were focused on a pale-faced woman with empty, lifeless eyes.
"Attention all departments, commence operations immediately!"
After reviewing the information on the young woman Zhao Chuxia, the leader in charge of the operation issued the order and then fell into deep thought.
Is it a superpower? Or a new type of biological weapon developed by terrorists?
He prefers to believe in things he can understand and accept, such as biological weapons or high-tech weapons, rather than superpowers.
If it really is a superpower, that would be terrible.
This new thing has the potential to disrupt the current stability.
At this moment, Zhao Chuxia, hiding in a dark alley corner, was panting heavily, her face contorted in pain, as if she were trying her best to restrain herself.
She finally understood that the so-called "superpower" was not that she possessed this extraordinary power, but that she could temporarily use this power. She only had the right to use it, not the right to own it, and this right to use it was very short-lived, like a trial card.
Now, she can clearly feel that the thing within her that gives her superpowers is going out of control.