In an instant, his body erupted with tremendous energy, flipping over the people on top of him. His legs went weak, and he crawled to his mother's side, calling out, "Mother!" But he didn't know where to put his hands.
But his mother didn't respond; she just stared straight at the people opposite her.
Those people got scared and quickly stood up, trying to argue, "It's not our fault, she just lost her balance."
“Yes, it’s none of our business,” everyone said, retreating into the house and slamming the door shut.
Ah Kuan was holding his mother's body, calling out "Mother" over and over again, his head throbbing with pain.
He regretted it, regretted why he hadn't taken better care of his mother, and why his mother always had to bear the pain for him.
He hated himself for his own incompetence, for his father's despicable and disgusting nature, and for all those who refused to help him in his time of need.
He held his mother's body as it grew colder and colder, his eyes losing all light.
After this incident, the residents in the building moved up several floors.
Several arguments broke out in the house across the street, and they didn't stop until very late.
Before dawn, when the sky was still pitch black, Ah Kuan easily opened the door opposite him, his figure desolate, and walked step by step into purgatory.
First, there was the outermost room. He opened the door and entered. There were two adults and one child lying on the bed. Ah Kuan walked to the man's side and aimed at his heart. Blood splattered everywhere. He quickly finished off the sleeping woman and child as well.
Turning around after leaving the room, he entered the second room. There were two people on the bed. Ah Kuan targeted the old man first, striking him with his fists. The old man was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound, only managing to touch the crazy woman next to him as he struggled.
The madwoman flailed her arms, but didn't even open her eyes.
Ah-Kuan walked to the other side of the bed and carefully observed where the first puncture would hurt the most.
Finally, Ah Kuan felt that she had talked too much and he didn't want to hear her voice again, so he flashed his hand and a bright red blood gushed out instantly.
The madwoman opened her eyes instantly, covered her neck with her hands, struggling to breathe, and stared at the person above her in disbelief.
Ah-Kuan tilted his head and smiled gently, saying, "Don't make a sound, it doesn't hurt at all."
Then the madwoman opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her, who repeatedly swung red beaded threads around her body, and the scene slowed down...
The next day, curious residents in the building went downstairs to observe the situation from the handrail. They saw the elderly woman who had died unexpectedly the day before lying on a white sheet, her hands clasped together, her eyes closed, and her face peaceful.
Someone mustered up the courage to try and comfort Ah Kuan, but they never expected to be met with such a tragic scene.
She screamed and fell on her bottom on the steps in fright, too scared to take another step.
Ah-Kuan committed suicide, hanging himself from the door with a rope and kneeling at his mother's feet.
It was repentance, helplessness, resentment, and regret, but in the end, it all vanished like smoke.
The incident was posted online, causing a huge uproar. The methods used in the case were extremely cruel, and the police quickly dispatched officers to the scene, cordon off the area, and investigate the truth.
It turns out that the old woman's husband used to praise Ah Kuan's mother for being beautiful and an intellectual when he was drunk. The old woman held a grudge and slandered her behind her back.
This time, borrowing the toilet just happened to be a clash with the police. The crazy woman hurled insults and curses at Ah Kuan's mother to vent her anger. Unexpectedly, she was pushed down and died in an accident. The crazy woman's family panicked and quickly closed the door and fled the scene.
After closing the door, the family blamed each other, and in order to find a scapegoat, they all pointed the finger at the crazy woman.
The madwoman would never agree, but everyone had their reasons, forcing her to compromise.
Later, they comforted him, saying that with the torrential rain raging, the police might be too busy to handle everything, otherwise no one would have come to rescue them for so long.
The madwoman comforted herself, saying that no one would care, and that when the time came... when the time came... she would deal with it then.
Although she was afraid of being arrested, the thought of that pretentious woman dying made her feel victorious.
Unfortunately, there was no need to wait until then. That very night, Ah Kuan made all the people who had killed his mother go down to apologize. Everyone!
No one could understand the significance of his mother to A-Kuan.
Ah-Kuan's mother was a college student. One night, just before graduation, she was attacked by his drunken father and dragged into the shadows to be hurt.
Later, the mother returned to school, feeling scared and helpless, and dared not tell anyone.
But to his surprise, the shameless man, seeing that no police arrested him, arrogantly went to the school to surround him again, so his mother tried her best to hide.
A little over a month later, the mother discovered she was pregnant. Not wanting to harm the little life, she was confronted by the father again, and finally gave in and agreed to marry him. After graduating, she got married, giving up her dream future.
Life after marriage was broken. The father was an alcoholic and often beat the mother, even during her pregnancy. The mother could only try her best to protect her belly.
The mother went back to work without even having a proper postpartum period after the baby was born.
Because her father was unemployed and stayed at home, he would beat her mother when he had no money to drink, and he would also beat her when he had drunk alcohol.
Ah-Kuan's childhood was filled with the blood drawn from belts, clothes hangers, sticks, and bamboo strips.
His mother protected him all the way, ensuring he was well-fed and clothed, and teaching him to read and go to school.
One day during my second year of high school, my father brought a woman home. Because he had drunk too much, he suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died.
From then on, the shackles that bound the mother disappeared.
He lived up to expectations, graduating from a top university with a degree in mechanical engineering. He saved up for two years to buy this house and finally escaped that nightmarish place.
But then the storm came, and our home was gone, along with the people we loved most.
The carnage of the apocalypse is spreading silently...
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