Heavy Smoker

You Yuming, a little kid who just turned seven, scared the strict policeman in his thirties until his spine went cold. It was still late autumn, and the sky was getting dark quickly. Police Yan, a heavy smoker, had finished smoking his last "Pheasant" cigarette. He was so addicted to cigarettes that he couldn't help but go out and buy some. After buying it, I burned it and walked home feeling so comfortable that my whole body felt soft. When Qia Qia walked to the entrance of the alley, he saw the seven-year-old kid You Yuming jumping up the wall as nimble as a cat, pulling out a cat in front of him like an onion, taking out a knife from his belt, holding up the knife and dropping the cat's head, disembowelling it, skinning and removing the tendons, so neatly. It was so neat that Police Officer Yan almost fell over on the spot. Police Officer Yan's precious pheasant smoke fell from his lips to the ground - he... He wanted to stop... He wanted to stop... Before he had time, the little kid turned around with a graceful smile: Smoker, come to my house to eat stewed cat meat... That smile, coupled with the blood splattered all over his head and body, gave Police Yan a nightmare for a whole week. After that, Police Yan often carried things to You Yuming's house. The food I brought was all meat: chickens, ducks, fish, pigs, and even a dozen eggs if I couldn't help it. Conception: