On the seventh floor, Jiang Qiao stood in front of the door, as quiet as ever.
She took out the key, opened the door and went in. A strong fishy smell hit her in the face.
Jiang Qiao frowned subconsciously. There was no blood in the living room, but it was a mess, with some common daily necessities scattered on the ground.
The white rolls of paper were messily rolled together, and if you didn't know, you would think there was a funeral here.
Where does the smell of blood come from?
“Crack, crack—”
There were faint gnawing sounds coming from Jiang's father and mother's room.
Jiang Qiao walked over when she heard the sound. The fishy smell became stronger and stronger, so she covered her mouth and nose.
The liver-colored door was half open, and the chewing sounds didn't stop, but became louder.
Jiang Qiao's heart sank. He looked inside and saw a bloody mass on the ground that was particularly eye-catching. It was the internal organs!
The bed sheet was soaked with blood and there were a few pieces of flesh.
The "click" sound continued. Jiang Qiao slowly pushed open the door, and the scene in front of her made her stand there in a daze.
The curtains in the room were open, letting in light, which should have alleviated the terrifying atmosphere, but the light allowed her to see more clearly.
Jiang's mother was holding a human head in her hands and gnawing on it. Her face was covered in blood and there were traces of blood at the corners of her mouth.
The head was completely disfigured, but Jiang Qiao could still tell that it was Jiang Junsheng, Jiang's father!
When Jiang's mother saw Jiang Qiao at the door, she put down what she was holding and tilted her head to look at her, without much emotion on her face.
The moment they looked at each other, Jiang Qiao felt a little heartache, and subconsciously said these words, "Mom... have you ever loved me? I'm really hurting, why can't you focus on me and save me? I'm a coward, but I... hate you and Dad so much..."
Jiang's mother cried blood and tears in the corners of her eyes. She looked away and picked up the corpse piece beside her and continued to eat it.
Jiang Qiao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, closed the door, and found an iron chain in the drawer to wrap around the door handle.
She slumped down on the sofa, took a can of beer and took a few sips. The atmosphere in the whole room was depressing and uncomfortable.
[Host, how do you plan to deal with the original owner's parents? ]
Jiang Qiao closed his eyes, looking listless. "What else can I do? It's already like this. Let it fend for itself."
Wangcai didn't say anything else.
From time to time, some small noises could be heard from the chained room, but Jiang Qiao ignored them. After drinking two bottles of beer, he fell into a drowsy sleep.
…
It's seven o'clock in the evening.
Shi Chuan opened the door with a gloomy face. He unexpectedly didn't bring his schoolbag back today.
The air was filled with the smell of blood. The lights in the living room were not on, but he could sense a strange atmosphere.
"Jiang Qiao." He called softly.
No one paid any attention to him, but something turned over on the sofa.
Shi Chuan heard the sound and walked over. His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and he saw Jiang Qiao.
She curled up and seemed to be very cold.
Shi Chuan turned on the kitchen light and saw the messy living room and the room locked with an iron chain.
The smell of blood in the air seemed to wrench his nerves.
My thoughts go back to this morning.
Shi Chuan slept in class for the first time today. He dreamed that Jiang Qiao was scolded in the toilet and bullied by three girls. She was not liked by the classmates and gradually became timid and depressed. He wanted to save her, but he couldn't.
The view changed, and it was still the toilet of the old teaching building. Jiang Qiao had been murdered. She lay on the dirty cement floor, staring at him straight in the eyes...
"Jiang Qiao, what do you want to do now?"
Shi Chuan's voice was a little hoarse.
Jiang Qiao was woken up and looked at the person not far away. She was hungry.
"Shi Chuan, I'm hungry."
She didn't intend to tell him what happened to Jiang's father and mother, and Jiang Qiao couldn't explain it clearly.
Shi Chuan didn't ask. After all, this world is special, and she is special too.
"What do you want to eat?"
Jiang Qiao thought for a moment and said, "Vegetarian dishes."
"good."
…
Shi Chuan remained very quiet. After Jiang Qiao returned to his room, he untied the chains.
The scene in the room made his stomach churn. There were broken limbs and pieces of debris on the ground. A woman was lying on the ground with a silver hairpin stuck in her heart. Shi Chuan remembered that this silver hairpin was given to Jiang's mother by Jiang Qiao on her 36th birthday.
For some reason, Shi Chuan didn’t feel sad at all when he saw his parents’ death. He felt more regretful. He regretted coming to this family.
If he hadn't come to this family, would his parents like Jiang Qiao very much and care about everything about her, and would these horrible things not have happened now?
But Shi Chuan quickly dismissed this idea. After spending so many years with Jiang's father and mother, he could see that they only cared about gender. They believed that only boys could lead them out of their current mediocre lives.
If he hadn't come to this house, they would have found the next Shi Chuan.
"Dad, Mom, no matter what, thank you for raising me. I will take good care of my sister. I will do everything you failed to do and will never let her suffer any injustice again."
After Shi Chuan finished speaking, he put on gloves and started cleaning the room.
The bloodstains and smell were difficult to clean, so they were packed in black plastic bags.
When Jiang Qiao heard the noise outside, she thought that Shi Chuan was sad because of the scene and was venting his feelings. She didn't pay much attention to it. Jiang's father and mother were good to him, so it was normal for him to be sad.
Four o'clock in the morning.
Shi Chuan went downstairs carrying several large black plastic bags. He came to the bamboo forest in the deepest part of the community, found an open space, and burned all the things.
It was already six o'clock when I finished dealing with these things, and the sky was slightly bright.
Part of Jiang's father and mother's ashes were left behind, and Shi Chuan returned to his apartment building with the small ceramic jar.
When we reached the sixth floor, the door opened.
The trembling old lady came out, carrying a basket. She ignored Shi Chuan and continued to go down the stairs.
Because of Wen Yu, no one in the community likes her.
Shi Chuan was very tired now. He clenched the ceramic jar in his hand and walked up.
But after he went up, the old lady said, "It smells good."
I don't know if it's referring to red gardenias or something else.
——
The strange smell in the room was gone, and the bed and floor were clean. Shi Chuan placed the ashes on Jiang's mother's dressing table and re-hung the iron chain around the room...
It was already nine o'clock when Jiang Qiao got up. He completely forgot that he had to go to school and his job as a student council member.
When she left the room, she saw Shi Chuan sitting on the sofa. Jiang Qiao's eyes widened, "Why didn't you go to school?!"
Shi Chuan got up and went to the kitchen to serve breakfast, "I'm waiting for you."
Jiang Qiao scratched his head, "Why are you waiting for me? I'm such a good student. With the questions here, I can get first place without going to school."
Shi Chuan paused. What should he say?
"I'm doing well in my studies, so I don't need to go."
Jiang Qiao nodded. It was his business whether to go to school or not. "It's up to you."
Anyway, he is a good student and will not be punished.
There will be a party at Qingteng No. 1 Middle School on Friday, and Jiang Qiao plans to go. She always feels that something is going to happen.
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