"The world you live in is full of mistakes. It's hard to imagine how such a bizarre collection of things can function normally." The boy didn't care how many people died; in his eyes, those people didn't even count as life: "I want to correct the errors of this world. Their brains can barely be considered useful."
The policemen near the hospital bed were surprised to hear the boy's words. A young child, with no trace of reverence for life in his eyes, showed equal disdain for everything in this world. No wonder he was kept in the deep end of the ICU.
"You'd better save that for slowly correcting things at the police station." Xue Se instinctively disliked this almost perfect boy. His attitude towards life made Xue Se uncomfortable. Even if the boy really was God, such a God wasn't worth worshipping or following.
As he holstered his gun, the blood mist in Xue Se's eyes dissipated, and he glanced at the child's soul.
