Poison (19)

"Hey, try stuffing a cat into his crotch." Li Chengqi said with a grin.

When you whip a cat through its pants, it will be irritated and will extend its claws to scratch randomly. Human flesh is to a cat's claws as a blade is to paper. It will either leave the skin torn or a bloody mess.

"I think centipede is better." Zhang Zhaolong said as he picked up a stone and smashed it on Wang Zhiyao's head. Immediately, dark red blood flowed from his forehead to his chin.

Centipedes are poisonous and their stings will cause redness, swelling and burning pain. Although not fatal, it is a long-lasting torture for Wang Zhiyao, a small vendor whose income is barely enough to fill his stomach and he has no spare money to buy medicine.

Ma Yaqi fiercely kicked the little follower beside him and said, "Did you hear that? Go and get the cat and the centipede."

The little follower Chen Pingan almost fell face first to the ground, but he steadied himself, lowered his head and ran away quickly.

Although he did not want to help the evil, if he did not obey their orders, he would become the second Wang Zhiyao, who had his hands and feet tied and his mouth sealed with glue.

Chen Ping'an and Wang Zhiyao were vendors on the same street. He repaired shoes and Wang Zhiyao sold fruit.

They are well aware that in turbulent times, the only way to be safe is to stay out of trouble. However, they are small people after all, and even if they don't provoke anyone, they will still be targeted by rich kids who are looking for fun.

Wang Zhiyao did nothing but was targeted by these three people. They started by kicking over and smashing Wang Zhiyao's fruits, and then gradually turned to blatant beatings.

If the police come to help, they will bully even more severely next time.

Seeing that Chen Ping'an had a good relationship with Wang Zhiyao, the three threatened him to either join or become a replacement. Chen Ping'an had no money, power or influence, so for his own safety, he had no choice but to obey.

As Chen Pingan ran away, he looked back at Wang Zhiyao, hoping that he could survive today and that the three playboys would stop when they got tired of playing around.

However, the bruises and small contusions on Wang Zhiyao's body were very eye-catching.

Chen Ping'an ran about ten meters away and could still hear the slapping sounds of the three of them taking turns slapping Wang Zhiyao.

"Tsk, you're still not convinced."

Chen Ping'an turned around and met Ma Yaqi's gaze. He was hit on the forehead by a stone again. His head seemed to be numb and he lost consciousness and could not feel the pain, but his ears were buzzing, drowning out the sound of their voices.

Wang Zhiyao slowly lifted his heavy eyelids. There was a mixture of sweat and blood in the corners of his eyes. His eyes were dim, as if he would faint at any time, but he still squeezed out the remaining strength to look at Li Cheng.

He doesn't understand.

He was a peaceful little fruit vendor, selling fruits from his stall and going home alone. He had never offended these rich young masters. Why did they have to pick on him, beating him every three days and scolding him every two days?

Is this the unprovoked disaster that the grassroots people deserve?

"Look again, I'll kill you, believe it or not." Li Cheng pinched Wang Zhiyao's chin and spat in his eyes.

Still not satisfied, he continued to curse: "What's the point of people like you living? You waste food and pollute the air. You should be buried alive as soon as possible."

"Wow, how did you come up with such an interesting idea?! The place is so big, we can just dig a hole and bury him and no one will find him." Zhang Zhaolong said with excitement and anticipation.

One of Wang Zhiyao's ears had been deafened by them, and he could only vaguely hear the words they often said, such as "Laozi, people like you are fun".

It is even more unclear why they haven't had enough fun today.

"Cat, and centipede...get ready."

Chen Ping'an was malnourished and was out of breath after running back and forth. When he handed the bag to Li Cheng, his arms still trembled slightly.

He took the opportunity to glance at Wang Zhiyao.

Wang Zhiyao had completely fainted. There was a scratch on his cheek that was still bleeding, and his eyelashes were covered with red sweat and were about to fall off.

Li Cheng narrowed his eyes and glanced at Chen Pingan, impatiently saying: "You want us to touch the centipede?"

Ma Yaqi was much more irritable, and kicked Chen Pingan in the lower back, knocking him down. Chen Pingan's forearm rubbed against the concrete floor, and a large abrasion appeared instantly, and blood spread.

Chen Ping'an endured the pain and climbed up, walked over tremblingly, put the cat into Wang Zhiyao's crotch, then tied the waistband and two trouser legs, and fixed the cat in the triangle area.

Li Cheng grabbed the wooden branch and couldn't wait to whip him through his pants.

"When will the centipedes be released?" Zhang Zhaolong distributed the branches to Ma Yaqi.

Ma Yaqi gathered his strength and swung it, and the still flexible wooden stick broke directly, immediately startling the cats and causing them to meow.

The faded old pants could not withstand the cat's scratches at all. The sharp curved claws pierced through the inside and even tore small holes.

"Wait until the cat scratches the flowers, then put the centipede in to sting them." Ma Yaqi kicked Chen Ping'an again, asking him to break off more branches.

Chen Ping'an nodded timidly. He was glad that he did not become a plaything of the three men. As long as he was obedient, compared with the suffering Wang Zhiyao had endured, it didn't matter if he was beaten or scolded. As long as he was safe and not threatened, it was worth it.

But he struggles to make a living every day, and he doesn't understand that no one can escape the consequences when the nest is overturned.

"It has to be you." Li Cheng slapped him hard again and smiled with satisfaction.

The more the cat struggled, the happier the three of them became, and they started beating the cat together.

The sharp and angry cry invaded the eardrums. The cry was proportional to the speed at which the blood seeped into the pants. Soon, Wang Zhiyao's pants were stained with countless blood spots.

The sharp claws also pricked the pain nerves of the unconscious Wang Zhiyao. His face turned pale and blue in pain, and his lips were bloodless.

He fainted and was awakened by the pain not long after, but Wang Zhiyao knew that he could not scream. If he showed his pain, they would be more proud and addicted to it, and the torture would become longer and more lasting.

"Let me see how long you can endure this," Li Cheng said, gritting his teeth. If he weren't being violent, one would have thought he was interrogating the prisoner on behalf of justice.

The flames slowly died down.

Jiang Yu and Yu Shu blinked at the same time, and after coming back to their senses, they looked around the ward in disbelief. It was obvious that the others only saw the spontaneous combustion phenomenon and did not see the scene in the fireworks.

They didn't know who the person who appeared was, but they could conclude that it was the memory of Ji's life.

"The fire is stopped, the fire is stopped!" Li Cheng's wife breathed a sigh of relief and said excitedly with tears on her face.

The spontaneously combusting flames seemed like parasites with their own consciousness. They would pop up from time to time, burning people until they were about to pass out from the pain, and then stop immediately. It seemed as if the flames were actually enjoying the suffering of these people.

Just like the three dandies in the raging fire, only the opposite.

Zeng Zhiqiang arrived just in time.

Before they had time to review the memory fragments they had seen in their minds, Zeng Zhiqiang came in with Zhao Jingyun.

"Xiao Yu, Xiao Jiang, I found the person."

Yu Shu pressed the back of Jiang Yu's neck, and they both bowed sixty degrees. "Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Zeng."

The kind wrinkles on Zeng Zhiqiang's face gathered together. "Why are you being polite? You two have helped us a lot. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. If you have anything, Xiao Yu, just contact me directly."

Yu Shu calmly and composedly escorted Zeng Zhiqiang out of the ward amidst Li Chengjia's astonished gaze. They could never have imagined that he had such a good relationship with the former director.

In comparison, Zhao Jingyun was much calmer. She locked eyes with Jiang Yu the moment she entered. After a few seconds, she pulled the corner of her mouth and said self-deprecatingly, "Sure enough, I'm still not as skilled as you."

She paused and continued, "Doctor Yu, that's not right. You are not a doctor now."

Jiang Yu didn't want the school director's wife and Li Cheng's family to hear anything they shouldn't hear, so before responding to Zhao Jingyun, he flashed to the side of several people, raised his hands and pressed them, and several people immediately became limp and fell to the ground with their eyes closed.

"You knew about the poison, and you still let it out?" Jiang Yu sat down on the sofa, lazily and relaxed. There was no blame in Jiang Yu's words, only curiosity.

Zhao Jingyun also sat on the sofa: "Because they deserve it."

"But...this is too much." Yu Shu said.

Zhao Jingyun narrowed her eyes and looked at Yu Shu.

She had taken the initiative to mention the Sixth Middle School incident to Yu Shu because she was attracted by his pure Yin constitution and wanted him to help suppress the poison once the matter was resolved. Indeed, she had no romantic desires for him, and her frequent contact was simply to build a good relationship and pave the way for her request for help.

"So Zhao Jingxuan deserved to be victimized? Did my sister deserve to be insulted and violated by them? The perpetrators are alive and well, while my sister has to live in the shadows, develop mental illness, and eventually jump off a building?"

Zhao Jingyun smiled gracefully, but the anger had already burned her heart.

"My family has sought justice through various channels, but we have been shut up everywhere. Isn't that what they are doing?" She continued with a smile, but that smile was devoid of warmth and only contained endless coldness.

"What do you mean they only lose their future? If the teacher and principal are reported, the whole family will lose their pillar? If they do it on the first day, don't blame me for doing it on the fifteenth."

Yu Shu was silent.

He thought of Yu Huan. If Yu Huan was treated like that and had no way to speak out for justice, he would definitely make the same decision as Zhao Jingyun.

Even more crazy and reckless.

Yu Shu took a deep breath and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect it."

Zhao Jingyun didn't respond, but her fists on her knees were clenched so tightly that they made crackling sounds.

She seemed not to feel any pain, her nails almost digging into her flesh, but she still maintained an elegant smile.

Jiang Yu suddenly laughed out loud: "We live in a society ruled by science and law now. Who would believe these mystical things of yours?"

"If you don't tell me, I won't tell you either. The police have no evidence and can only say that you ran into No. 6 Middle School to steal firsthand information about the principal's death. What I want is simple: to find out the whereabouts of the poison and suppress him again."

Yu Shu was a little surprised that Jiang Yu didn't pursue the matter of Zhao Jingyun causing so much trouble, but on second thought, he could understand it. That group of scum must have a backer, and it would be extremely difficult to punish them by relying on overt power.

It’s different for events that cannot be explained by science. It’s difficult for the authorities to find evidence, make a conviction, or arbitrarily charge someone. As long as those who know the truth don’t speak out, the truth will gradually be forgotten as time goes by.

However, Yu Shu felt that it would be a good thing for those scumbags if they just lost it.

"The former director has been moved by you. He doesn't look like he doesn't intend to hold me accountable." Zhao Jingyun looked gloomy.

"If we really want to investigate, we won't let you talk to us face to face here." Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes and sneered back.

Yu Shu hissed, patted Jiang Yujiang on the shoulder, and reminded him to be polite when talking to ladies.

Jiang Yu sighed helplessly and restrained his expression.

Zhao Jingyun frowned, taking in their interaction. After hesitating for a few seconds, she sighed, "Zhen ran away. I don't know where he went."