A madman cannot distinguish right from wrong; he simply treats it as a game of pursuit.
"That depends on what the next mission is... cough cough..." The woman coughed, then noticed the blood on the madman's head: "Qiang, what happened? How did you get hurt? Didn't I tell you to be careful? We don't have money to see a doctor!"
The madman didn't care about his wounds and shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm fine, I don't need to see a doctor. Mom, are you feeling any better?"
"You won't die yet!" The woman coughed as she took a band-aid out of the drawer. "Come here, let me put this on for you."
The madman smiled, ran over, sat down in front of her, and lowered his head.
The woman put a band-aid on his injured area.
"Mom, here you go. I checked the calendar, it's Mother's Day today. Happy Mother's Day!"
The madman, tireless, offered the wildflowers he had picked to his mother.
Just then, there was a noise outside the door. The woman, being quite alert, quickly looked towards the doorway.
Just then, Tang Yaoyao was standing at the door, looking at the woman lying on the bed.
The woman was surprised, and fear appeared in her eyes. Perhaps she hadn't expected Tang Yaoyao to find her so quickly.
She slapped the madman's hand away and said excitedly, "Who's your mother? I don't have a good-for-nothing son like you. Get out, get out!"
Severe cough.
Flowers were scattered all over the ground. The madman was hurt, his eyes red, but he didn't have time to care about his own wounds. He first comforted the woman: "Mom, are you alright? You don't like flowers, so we don't need them. Qiang, get your medicine!"
"A deep bond between mother and child?"
Tang Yaoyao watched this scene and said sarcastically.
The woman lying on the bed, barely alive, was the widow who drugged Tang Shengze.
I never expected she had a mentally ill son.
Moreover, despite his madness, the man was very obedient to his mother.
"Who are you? How did you get into my house? I don't welcome you. Get out of here!" The widow was very agitated, completely different from her docile demeanor during the many days she had been lurking in the Tang family's home.
Perhaps fate has seized her by the throat; the widow now looks haggard, as if she is terminally ill.
She didn't want to be bound by the status quo and wanted to break free, but she couldn't. She became extreme, irritable, and unreasonable.
In fact, being in a state of poverty and unable to break free from constraints, people inevitably become more gloomy due to the pressure.
Widows are the best example.
Unable to break through the darkness, they gave up on themselves.
But Tang Yaoyao wasn't a philanthropist, nor would she pity their impoverished family, forgetting the important matter: "Did you drug my father?"
"What are you saying? I don't understand." The widow looked dazed and flustered.
The widow refused to say anything; she kept her mouth shut.
Since that's the case, Tang Yaoyao didn't ask any more questions. She led her men over and grabbed them in a few steps.
The mentally ill man, protecting his mother, protested: "What are you doing? Don't touch my mother, you bad guys!"
Tang Yaoyao looked at the madman and calmly said, "Qiang, do you know that you are helping your mother kill people?"
The madman looked flustered and shook his head: "I was playing a game, I didn't kill anyone, I was playing bumper cars, my mom said that if I played bumper cars well, she would reward me."
"Reward me, Mom loves me, I want Mom to like me, I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, and I didn't kill my parents!"
A-Qiang became emotional, his eyes reddening, and he blocked their way, preventing them from touching the widow.
The house was incredibly dark, with peeling gray walls. The space was cramped and suffocating, containing only a wooden bed, a table, and two chairs.
It was simple and revealed an atmosphere of poverty.
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