Chapter 303

While walking on the road, I suddenly heard a sound coming from the room, so I didn't open the door for the time being.

"Who on earth likes a brain-sick thing like you? Do you think you are so great? Three to five years pass by in your eyes like a snap of the fingers, so why don't you live forever?

Why are you pretending to be so noble? You can only reply one sentence when I say ten words to you, but you are unwilling to reply even a single word when I say 100 words to you. Do you think others are machines talking to you?

Don't take yourself so seriously, you disgusting thing.

People who like you must be mentally ill. No, you are not worthy of being liked by anyone. When I see you, my brain is polluted by you.

I will let you die now. Because you don't treat others as human beings. Do you think others must give in to you? Not everyone is a masochist. "

A woman's voice came from inside.

Then there were three loud bangs, like a dull sound of a metal hammer hitting someone's head.

After that there were some noises like chopping dumpling fillings, and then it became quiet. The neighbors downstairs couldn't stand the noise anymore and wanted to come over and knock on the door, but they were stunned when they saw two people standing at the door.

"What are you two doing standing here?"

Neighbor asked.

"We are both preparing to go home."

Chef Zhang answered.

"I know you live here, so why don't you come in? Open the door."

The neighbor nodded.

"Oh, but we're not going in now."

Chef Zhang was about to open the door, but hesitated for a moment, then put the key away and said.

"And who are you?"

The neighbor looked at me.

"I'm the chef's friend, right?"

I smiled and looked at Chef Zhang.

Chef Zhang nodded.

"Then why don't you go in? Do you have any other place to live?"

The neighbor asked doubtfully.

"I don't have any other place to stay. I just went out for a walk, so now I'm back and want to rest before going back in. Otherwise, I'll just lie in bed and rest, which is not good for my health."

I replied.

Chef Zhang nodded.

"What's that noise in the house? I seemed to hear someone arguing earlier, but now there's only one person's voice. I don't know why. Who else is there in your house?"

The neighbor asked immediately.

"Yes, there is another person, but I'm not sure if he is at home. If he heard the quarrel, he should be there."

Chef Zhang looked around and said.

"Who is that person? Do you know him? If you don't know him, you should get him out."

Neighbor said.

"The person we are talking about is someone we know, because that person is his mother."

I answered in a low voice.

The neighbors were stunned.

The neighbor across the street heard the noise, opened the door and came out, trying to join in the conversation.

"Are you talking about a stranger? I know. There was indeed a stranger running over today. What a strange stranger. I have never seen him before."

The neighbor across the street said.

"What kind of stranger is that? Is he a man or a woman? What does he look like?"

The neighbor downstairs asked.

"I'm not sure, it looks quite vicious, probably a man. But it has long white hair, I think it's a wig, but it's a little too smooth, maybe it cost a lot of money."

The neighbor across the street thought for a moment and said.

"Besides the hair?"

The neighbor downstairs asked curiously.

"The most distinctive thing about him is probably his personality. He doesn't respond to ten sentences, like a mute. But sometimes he will answer questions, which means he is deliberately silent, which is very rude.

It's normal for such people to be disliked. Who wouldn't dislike such a mentally ill person?

I call people who are truly mentally ill in the hospital patients, and I call people who are mentally ill outside the hospital but refuse to admit that they are ill and seek treatment pure garbage and disgusting things.

I got angry as soon as I saw her. It reminded me of a guy who was hanging out with a young girl in my family. He pursued her for several years before they fell in love, and they dated for two years, but it broke down in an instant.

The man actually thought it was not his fault.

Do you know how devastating this is, how outrageous this is?

My little girl sends messages to people every day, sends gifts and money, and cares about their food, clothing, housing and transportation, asking if they are full or cold, just like an old mother.

I never cared so much about my family before.

Such a good thing happened to him, but he was not grateful at all, and did not even respond, as if such a person did not exist around him.

This kind of person is pure garbage who exists to consume other people's emotions and emotional value. I don't cut him into pieces because it is illegal, but it doesn't mean that I don't want him to die.

And this kind of people has a very disgusting characteristic, do you know?

If someone threatens you with violence, you can ask others for help, because if you get beaten, there will be marks on your body.

But if there is someone around you who uses verbal violence against you and also uses mental violence against you, it is disgusting regardless of whether this person wants to control you mentally or not.

Because you can't produce evidence, the words you said disappear. The things you did disappear. Others can also turn around and say that you are meddling in other people's business, which is very annoying.

How can you say that?

Others would say that he is a really good man, tall and handsome, has a job, is rich, young and promising, has a high level of education, does not go out to mess around with other women, and does not have a hobby of spending money.

Your family's daughter must be very lucky to have such a man.

Bah, bah, bah, bah!

If a man like that could meet my daughter, it would be a great disaster for his ancestors. To me, even if all his ancestors were dead, he wouldn't even be worthy of being an orphan. He is such a disgusting person.

If there is such a person in your family today, and that person dies, it would be really, I would definitely applaud. "

The neighbor across the street said to Chef Zhang with a smile.

Chef Zhang didn't know what to say, so he just nodded.

The neighbors downstairs laughed.

"So that's how it is. That's fine. If you had told me it was such a rubbish, I wouldn't have come up here. It's such a hassle and a waste of my time. Okay, I'm going home now.

Remember to eat, brush your teeth and wash your face before going to bed."

The neighbor downstairs waved and went downstairs to go home.

The neighbor across the street also waved, closed the door, and went back to his home.

The corridor fell silent.

Chef Zhang tentatively inserted the key into the keyhole.

Before he could turn around, the door opened by itself.

He stepped back quickly to avoid being hit by the door or someone coming out of it.

After opening the door, the person who appeared at the door was the woman in the room next to Chef Zhang.

She was holding a large bag in her hands. The bag was wrapped in a rough sack, which was a little wet and had a pink color.

"You guys are back. I need to go out for a while. Please come in."

The woman nodded at us and said.

"What is this thing of yours?"

Chef Zhang was a little curious and asked hesitantly.

"Oh, it was a big fish that a friend sent me. It was very heavy and took a lot of effort to kill, so I finally finished processing it. Now I have to throw away the garbage and distribute the excess meat."

The woman answered.

A smile appeared on her face as she spoke, and a little water dripped from the bag in her hand onto the ground, and the water gradually changed from pink to translucent on the ground.

"A normal fish will bleed a little after being killed, let alone a big fish. I spent a lot of effort to rinse it clean, so the water is this color."

The woman smiled at me and said.

I nodded.

The woman was very anxious and left with her things.

The sack dripped water all over the ground.

It looks like the woman will come over to mop the floor later, otherwise we will have to wait for the cleaner. I don’t know if there is one here.

Chef Zhang and I entered the room and closed the door.

We pulled out our locksmith tools and opened the woman's room.

The door lock was not strong, but after pushing the door open, the things in the room were completely different from what I saw before.

If the sunlight I saw before was bright, clean and tidy, what I see now is dirty, messy, dark, and blurry to the point of being frightening.

Chef Zhang wanted to step back.

He just waited at the door for me to come in and check before coming back to close the door.

"Don't touch this doorknob with your hand. Otherwise, the woman will feel that the temperature is wrong when she comes back, and she may find your fingerprints on it, and she will be discovered."

I told him.

He nodded.

I entered the room and the little doll on the table in the corner looked at me with its red eyes. Its eyeballs followed my movements. I was sure that this thing had not been so scary before.

I walked up to the little doll, and it started staring at me with its eyes rolling around. Their eyes were very crooked. If it were a normal person, their eyes wouldn't be that weird.

This reminds me that this thing is not a person.

I put on gloves and tried to pick it up, but it stuck to the table like a root.

I was worried that if I tried to pick it up by force I would damage it, so I just walked around and looked at it. Unexpectedly I actually found a clue.

This thing has your name and date of birth written on it.

I quickly retreated from the room.

But I felt like I had overlooked something, so I went back in and saw a pile of dead bodies under the bed.

The dead bodies were piled up under the bed, almost moldy, like stinky dried salt fish.

They stared with their eyes wide open, looking as if they were unwilling to close their eyes.

I quickly left the room and closed the door.

"Did you see anything special?"

"Let's go to your room and talk."

I replied.

Chef Zhang nodded.

We entered his room and closed the door.

"There are bodies under the bed. The time of death is different. They are stuck together and seem difficult to separate."

I said.

"I didn't expect it to be so dangerous. I never paid attention to it."

Chef Zhang sighed.

I told him the birth date and name I had just seen and asked him if he knew them. He was surprised.

"Sounds like my dead brother."

Chef Zhang was in mixed feelings.