He Jiabao looked "ashamed" and slapped himself several times.
“Auntie, I was just talking nonsense. Please don’t take it to heart. I know that you’ve been cleaning up my messes all these years. I will be filial to you in the future.”
Fu Gui laughed heartily: "Sister An'an, she said she wanted to be filial to you. What kind of filial piety? The paraquat she injected into your flesh?"
Qi An was amused: "Idiot, you're really 'filial' to death."
Qi An helped He Jiabao up: "Auntie believes you are a filial child, come and eat."
A triumphant glint flashed in He Jiabao's eyes, but hidden deep within was a strong killing intent.
Die, all of you, go die! Once you're dead, no one will bother you anymore.
He's only twelve years old, and the law can't touch him.
At worst, I'll go to a juvenile detention center. I'll come out a few years later and be a fine man again. It's better than rotting here with these two old bastards.
Mother He lowered her guard, and the group sat down at the wobbly table.
He Jiabao served rice to Qi An and his mother, and also put meat and vegetables on their plates: "Grandma, Aunt, eat more meat."
Qi An smiled and glanced at him, then picked up a piece of meat and ate it. Then He's mother also ate.
He Jiabao's tense nerves finally relaxed.
He then took a bowl of meat soup to feed He's father, saying, "You eat first, I'll feed Grandpa."
With a sense of relief, He's mother said to Qi An, "Jiabao has finally grown up and knows how to be filial to us."
Qi An smiled and nodded: "He is quite filial."
With his back to them, He Jiabao shoved the spoon into his father's mouth, his face twisted in a grotesque smile.
Mr. He stared at him in horror, his mouth pierced through.
He's mother called to him, "Jiabao, you should sit down and eat quickly, or it will get cold."
"Okay, Grandma."
He Jiabao picked up his rice bowl, picked up some vegetables, and ate them, without touching any meat.
He's mother picked up a piece of meat for him: "Baby, you should eat meat too, it's good for your growth."
Ata spat, "Still long? Trying to reach for the sky?"
He Jiabao quickly moved the bowl aside: "Grandma, you eat. I'm perfectly healthy. You should eat more meat to nourish yourself."
Mother He hadn't eaten meat in a long time and was craving it. Upon hearing this, she didn't refuse and began to eat heartily.
After finishing their meal, Qi An went back home, and the three of them, grandfather, grandfather, and grandson, went to sleep.
He Jiabao watched Qi An's retreating figure and said viciously, "Just wait to die, you bitch."
In the middle of the night, He's mother woke up feeling suffocated and her lungs were completely unable to function. She gasped for breath, her face turning purple.
Moonlight streamed in through the broken window, and He Jiabao stood by the bed watching them, his eyes crinkling with a smile.
Before He's mother could react, she said, "Baby... quick... quick, call your aunt."
He Jiabao laughed and said, "No need to fight, that bitch is just like you now, she'll be..."
He leaned down and said, "Dead."
He Jiabao was unaware that Qi An was standing right next to him, though he couldn't see him.
Qi An crossed his arms, watching for He Qing's parents as they suffered the consequences of their own actions, meeting a terrible end.
Mr. and Mrs. He looked at He Jiabao with pained expressions and horrified eyes.
He Jiabao's face contorted with rage, his desire to perform growing stronger, and he gesticulated wildly as he showed off to them.
"Does meat with paraquat taste good? I had a hard time finding it."
"Haha, you guys are even dumber than pigs. You believed me just because I kowtowed and admitted my mistake? You expect me to work to support you? I'd rather send you to your deaths."
"How could I possibly go to work? That money was earned from robbing a few small fat sheep restaurants near the school gate. I didn't even spend it all; I used it all to buy meat for you guys. Am I filial or not? Haha."
“You’re all trash, damn trash. Those two in prison too. They gave birth to me, and this is how they let me live? They deserve to be shot. It’s a pity I can’t kill them with my own hands.”
Ata stared in disbelief: "What a huge display of filial piety, my family!"
Fu Gui watched with great interest: "Serves them right, isn't this little monster something they raised themselves?"
As everyone knows, paraquat only gives you time to regret, not time to try to save it.
The lungs of Mr. and Mrs. He have begun to fibrose, and breathing, such a commonplace thing, has become a luxury for them.
Amidst their fearful and desperate gazes, He Jiabao began setting fires around the house, eventually igniting the bedding on the bed.
His face contorted as he laughed loudly, "I keep my word, haven't I just sent you off to your deaths?"
In the darkness, the small house was quickly engulfed in flames, but everyone around was fast asleep and no one noticed.
He Jiabao tossed aside the lighter, glanced with satisfaction at the two people writhing and screaming on the bed, and hummed a song as he slowly walked toward the only door that wasn't on fire.
It's all over.
However, his smile quickly froze on his face.
The door...can't be opened.
He Jiabao immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He frantically pulled and kicked, but the door, which used to be so shaky that even a gust of wind could blow it away, became as solid as a rock.
At this moment, his path to survival was blocked like an impenetrable wall.
How can it not open? The door isn't even locked.
He could feel the heat wave behind him, the flames licking his back, and He Jiabao screamed in agony.
He looked out the window, which was already engulfed in flames, with flames shooting up to the roof with a roar.
He stood at the only doorway that offered him a chance to escape, but he couldn't open it no matter what he did, perfectly illustrating what it means to have nowhere to run.
"Haha, you little pervert would never have imagined that you'd dig your own grave and end up in it yourself."
He quickly became fuel for the fire, turning into a human torch. He Jiabao, covered in flames, struggled and screamed wildly.
"Help! Someone help me! Ah, help me..."
People who should have been awakened by the fire were sleeping soundly, and even as half the sky was bathed in red light, there was not a sound.
Mr. and Mrs. He were burned alive; their charred bodies were contorted and deformed in the flames, ending their sinful and foolish lives.
On his deathbed, He Jiabao vaguely saw He Qing's figure. She was standing in front of him, smiling as she watched him writhe in the fire.
She was surrounded by raging flames, yet not a single hair on her head was harmed.
He Jiabao thought it was a hallucination until Qi An spoke up: "Nephew, you lost. You're the one who's going to die."
He Jiabao reached out his hand and murmured, "Auntie, save me..."
Qi An waved to him: "Farewell forever, you little beast."
Her figure slowly faded from the firelight.
He Jiabao cried out silently in his heart: No, don't go, please don't go, save me...
His hand remained outstretched until he breathed his last.
Demons should be burned in flames until their souls are scattered and they can no longer harm people.
The next morning, the neighbors stared in disbelief at the charred ruins.
The police arrived quickly, and the three pieces of "coke" were carried out.
To their astonishment, despite the massive fire that destroyed the house, not a single person heard a sound.
What's even stranger is that the shantytowns are made up of many small houses crammed together, so if one house catches fire, several neighboring houses will also be affected.
However, the fire only burned the He family's house; several neighboring houses remained undamaged.
It was as if they had been punished by heaven, and that heavenly fire had been sent down to burn their entire family.
As the sole survivor of the He family, He Qing's whereabouts naturally need to be investigated.
However, the apartment she rented had security cameras, which showed that she hadn't left the house for a week.
The restaurant downstairs delivers takeout to her every day, and the delivery guy says he sees her in person every time.
The final investigation concluded that He Jiabao had poisoned and set fire to his grandparents in an attempt to kill them.
As a result, the door was burned and warped, making it impossible to open, which led to the culprit being buried with it.
Once the police report was released, all the bizarre things the He family had done were exposed, and those who had been harmed by He Jiabao came forward to give their accounts.
His only contribution to society in his life was to tell everyone the truth through facts.
What are the consequences of insisting on giving birth to a born bad child and then unleashing his evil through excessive pampering?
He Zhuang and his wife suffered greatly in prison and were executed by firing squad three months later.
The He family was completely wiped out.
Everything, how can I fulfill my wish?
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