Chapter 309

"We heard that you can do things for money, so we would like to ask you to come to our place and ask about someone's situation."

"How much will you give?"

"About 10,000. If you can find out something special, it will be increased to 100,000. If there is something we don't know and it is very useful to us, it will be increased to 1 million.

But usually the last option is impossible.”

The person on the other end of the line laughed.

"If you transfer 10,000 to me now, I will go."

"I'll send someone to pick you up. Can you come today?"

"OK."

The call was disconnected.

I was admitted to a mental hospital.

The people inside took me into a place that looked like a prison cell.

The person in the room was trapped in the bed, wearing a mentally ill restraint, with a blindfold covering his eyes, his mouth blocked, and thick furry earmuffs on his ears.

It looks very dangerous.

"Sorry, we're in the wrong place. Please come over here with us and wait for a moment. We'll be there."

A nurse suddenly said.

I followed the nurse to another room and sat down.

After a while, a man who was tied up and fully armed appeared in the glass opposite and was moved to a chair.

The man was wearing a mask, but he seemed to be smiling and his facial muscles were twitching, so I suggested taking the mask off. After all, the mask could not prevent the man from hurting anyone.

The hospital staff considered it and agreed.

The person on the other side picked up the phone.

I picked up the phone in front of me.

I tried the sound and the person on the other end told me that I could hear him.

Listening to sounds is not something special for anyone.

It's hard to imagine what the other person did.

"I am the person the hospital has sent to ask you something. Do you know me?"

"Are you someone remarkable or famous? I must know. I wonder if you'd like to introduce yourself? It's okay if you don't want to, because I don't really want to hear it."

"You've been trapped in that bed for a long time, right? Today is a rare opportunity. Are you sure you don't want to say something?"

"So what do you want to hear me say? If there is no topic, I don't know how to start a conversation."

"You sound pretty normal."

"Really? That's funny. But I'm glad to hear you describe or comment on me like that."

"Then let's talk about what you did."

"You know what I did?"

"Someone told me before I came here. I've heard about it, but I'm not sure if it's true or not, so I need to verify it with you."

"Just tell me what you know?"

"I know you killed someone."

"You are so concise. Let's start with the dead. They deserved it. I have nothing to say."

"Maybe we should talk in detail about who died?"

"I think I know who died. I don't need to know more detailed information because it's useless to me and I don't care about them. It's disgusting. The more I know, the more serious the pollution is."

"From what I heard, some people said that you killed someone out of jealousy. Do you admit it?"

"I think if it was me, I wouldn't be jealous, but more likely angry. There is a difference. If it was jealousy, I would wonder why he is better than me. If it was anger, then there would be no me."

"Okay, so how are you related to them? You don't look angry normally."

"Because they are so disgusting. How could they do such disgusting things in front of me? It's as if no one else in the world is considered a human being except them.

Or when they appear in front of me, I feel that people who are different from them should die, or should be stepped on and belittled by them, or others should be jealous of them.

I didn’t like the feeling, so I hated them, so I killed them. Is that normal? I mean hating people.”

"But it's still not clear now."

"So what exactly do you want to ask?"

"Why did you kill them?"

"So that's what you want to ask. I've said it many times before. They are disgusting. Especially when they appear in front of me and act as if they have done nothing wrong, I just can't stand it."

"A little more detailed."

"This involves the stories of the dead, and it's disgusting to talk about them."

"I'm so sorry, would you like a glass of milk? Or how about a steak for lunch?"

"I want fried chicken and I want it now."

"I'm afraid not now."

"Then I won't tell you. And it would be really mean if they didn't give me anything after you left. That would be a complete breach of contract. It would be disgusting."

"Okay, I'll ask them."

The doctor and the nurse brought the fried chicken fillet.

The person opposite me was talking while eating.

"Can we talk now?"

I asked him.

"Of course. But I think you seem to know. So I won't go into details.

Where do I begin?

That's a very disgusting family. They should be considered my neighbor and classmate.

That family is quite rich, but the parents are evil.

It was obvious that they accidentally lost their child when he was a child, but they didn't feel any remorse at all and didn't even look for him carefully.

When their adopted child was a little over ten years old, they found their biological child again. It was truly an accident, but not only were they not happy, they also did not treat them equally.

After they found the child, they just abandoned him and let him suffer from the unfamiliar climate, get sick, and be sad. They didn't give him money, didn't find anyone to take care of him, and didn't even visit him. It was simply disgusting.

If I had known they were such people, why would I have sent my biological child back? If they didn't need it, why would I have given birth to it? If they didn't want to find someone, why would they pretend to look for someone?

To prove that they are really parents, to prove that they are shameless, or to prove that they are people with dignity.

It’s so disgusting. It’s so disgusting just to talk about it.

They are so annoying that I can't even eat my food properly.

It's all their fault, they deserve to die.

By the way, I don’t know what happened to their own children.

They are so disgusted. It is so tragic that the child is actually related to them.

Later, my own child fell seriously ill.

They didn't even go to see it, they just left it aside.

They only care about their adopted children, as if their adopted children are the only children. If that is the case, why would they want to find their biological children?

Let others watch their happy life? Or let others prove that they are a good family, no matter what, it's so evil*night*organ*heartless.

If they were good people, they wouldn't drag others down to suffer. If they were bad people, that's natural, because good people can't make a lot of money.

Whether they make their money from slaves or by squeezing normal people, it only proves how hateful they are.

They use other people's blood and sweat to accumulate their gold, silver and jewelry, and then they abandon their own children who were lost. This is simply beastly behavior, worse than that of animals, and they are a whole family of garbage.

I just don't understand how there can be such a person? How can someone do such a thing and think that they have done nothing wrong?

They never thought about how miserable their biological children were living after being lost by them.

They never imagined that their biological children, after being found, would still live the same bad life or even worse.

They love their adopted child blindly as if that child is their only child.

If they liked the child so much, why didn't they adopt it from the beginning instead of having one of their own.

Is it just to torture others? Is it just to prove that there is nothing wrong with them? Is it just to prove that they are the same as others? Is it just to prove that they can actually integrate into society?

Then it doesn't matter if you don't integrate into this society.

They really suck!

I can't tolerate such a person living in front of me. It's rotten, do you know what rotten means?

Have you ever seen vegetables with worms? They are even worse than those vegetables. I feel like I have a lump in my throat when I see them alive. If they were alive, I would simply not be able to live.

In order for me to live, I asked those bastards to die! Because before I killed them, I was a good citizen.

They neither fell in love, nor got married, nor had children, nor did they abandon the child. After finding the child, they only cared about one and not the other.

I would say that parents who cannot treat everyone equally are all lustful.

Especially something like this.

I know what you want to say.

I have a lot of resentment, don’t I?

That's all. I haven't even chopped up the garbage yet. Don't you know?

I am an employee at a crematorium.

After I killed them, I burned them. Now I think I shouldn't have done that.

Burning them directly is too easy for them. They can be revived like normal people, which is an insult to normal people. And I am so sad.

They were merely the price of my anger, and I was too sad to mince their bodies. I could only hammer their ashes into powder.

But do you know that after a normal person is burned, the bones will not turn into powder. Sometimes bones that are too big need to be broken into pieces. This is the normal process.

Do they deserve it?

It is true that garbage should be thrown into an incinerator, but there is a big difference between an incinerator that burns people and an incinerator that burns garbage.

So disgusting, so disgusting, so disgusting!

Why shouldn't that kind of garbage die?

How can that kind of garbage be alive?

On what basis can such parents be parents?

Why would such parents have children?

Because reproductive rights are basic human rights? This is ridiculous. They have reproductive rights, but others have to suffer from them. Because they have their own rights, should they deprive others of their rights?

Aren’t the right to life and health also basic human rights? "