Little Fatty finally calmed down. He looked at Little Five and Little Seven's curious faces and asked with a little embarrassment, "Do you have a broom and mop? I want to clean this place up."
Xiao Wu muttered, "I've lent it to you, but can I use it again later?"
"Fifth Brother is such a stingy person!" Little Seven mischievously stuck out her tongue. "I'll go get it for Fatty Brother!"
"Little sister, you can't carry this, let me get it." Han Chengsi said, turning around to get the mop.
Xiao Wu curiously leaned forward and asked, "Fatty, have you really killed someone?"
"I……"
Just as he was about to answer honestly, Uncle Tie grabbed him: "You brat, this is all in the past, don't bring it up again! From now on, no matter who asks you if you've killed anyone, don't say a word!"
Uncle Tie has killed people before. Back then, when a robber threatened him with a watermelon knife, he refused to back down and bravely went to meet him. As a result, his arm was chopped off, but he still managed to kill the robber.
At that time, he felt that he was acting in self-defense. Even if he had killed someone, so what? The other party deserved it!
But if he actually kills someone, even if he is acquitted, he will carry this burden for the rest of his life. Not only will he be unable to find a good job, but even as a security guard, people will be afraid that he will steal from his post.
That's why he went to work at that school. Even though he knew there were problems with the school, he had no choice. People have to survive. He needed to eat and raise his children. Society had driven him to a dead end.
Although those who were burned to death deserved it, weren't they also being forced by society? The reason they abused the students was because they had a pent-up anger that they wanted to vent.
"Little Fatty, remember what I said, I won't hurt you." Uncle Tie was an experienced man, and he knew that there were too many people in this society who viewed things with prejudice. If the little fat boy had a history of murder, then his life would be truly over.
"I...I understand." The chubby boy lowered his head and scrubbed the filth on the ground vigorously, as if he wanted to scrub off all the dirt on his body.
The ground, trampled underfoot every day, still yearns for cleanliness, just like himself. Although he feels no one needs him anymore and he seems superfluous in this world, he still wants to live for Brother Shan.
If Brother Shan hadn't rescued him, he might have become the target of those instructors' drunken rages and been beaten to death. There are far too many examples like this. When parents abandon them and no one sends them money, those children truly have no reason to live.
"Something's happened." Han Rou looked at a message on her phone, her voice low and grave.
"Second sister, what happened?" Han Chengsi asked anxiously.
Han Rou handed him her phone, which displayed a news article: A female student who escaped from a certain internet addiction school killed her own mother the first thing she did upon returning home.
This is a shocking news story, and it has already topped the trending charts online, with everything trending red.
"Why would she kill her own mother!" Han Chengsi never expected such a thing to happen.
Xiao Wu leaned closer to take a look, muttering to himself, quite frightened: "How ferocious!"
Xiaoqi clutched her chest and said pitifully, "I want a mom, but I don't have one anymore. Why would this girl kill my mom?"
Uncle Tie sighed deeply as he recalled the problem students who had run away from school: "It seems like a lot of trouble is going to happen these next few days."
Originally, more than half of the students sent to internet addiction schools for rehabilitation, apart from those who were wrongly accused, actually had various problems.
Those radical students suffered such torment at the internet addiction school. After they were freed and returned home, it was fine if they had the love of their parents. But if those parents saw that they had returned home and still thought of arresting them and sending them back to the internet addiction school for further rehabilitation, it is conceivable that tragedies would definitely happen one after another!
Little Fatty lowered his eyes, not at all surprised. The men were alright, at most they were beaten up badly, but the girls, the prettier they were, suffered the most.
For example, the girlfriend with single eyelids would definitely have been killed if Brother Shan hadn't come to their rescue today.
It is undeniable that these individuals have many problems of their own. But what truly pains them is that the person who sent them to this hellish school is none other than their closest family member.
Betrayed by their closest relatives, they were sent to a hellish place and suffered unspeakable pain and torment.
Having finally escaped, they saw those people living happier lives without them. How could this not fill them with grief and indignation?
Little Fatty knew perfectly well that those who had been detained at that school for more than a month all suffered from psychological problems to varying degrees. Those who escaped from that hellhole were no longer the same people they once were; they had transformed into another kind of demon.
Little Fatty was filled with endless gratitude for Brother Shan. Without Brother Shan's help, he really didn't know what he would have become. Perhaps... a fire of resentment against all happiness in the world would have burned in his heart!
If he were to go home now and see the happy smiles on his father's and his pregnant new wife's faces, it would be very difficult for him to suppress the demons within him; perhaps...
The image of the white knife going in and the red knife coming out flashed through his mind again, causing Little Fatty to gag repeatedly.
"Hey, little fatty, stop thinking about it. What's past is past!" Uncle Tie roared, exasperated.
The chubby boy covered his mouth, his face contorted in pain: "You need time to adjust, don't you? Uncle, how long did it take you to recover after that murder?"
"I'm not as cowardly as you. I don't feel any particular discomfort."
Uncle Tie was actually very nervous. He vomited for a long time and couldn't eat anything for three days. He also had nightmares every night. It wasn't until he was acquitted that he gradually recovered. Later, his wife ran off with someone else, which distracted him and finally helped him recover.
This night in the city was a sleepless one. The children who escaped from the internet addiction school were like demons who had escaped from a den of monsters, wantonly staging one human tragedy after another.
The rich kid who wrongly accused the school heartthrob because he liked the school beauty was stopped at an intersection. Without saying a word, the man pulled out a knife and stabbed him, shouting wildly, "I told you to send people to beat me every day, morning, noon, night, afternoon tea, and midnight snack, five meals a day! I want you dead, but even your death can't erase the hatred in my heart!"
The boy who was clearly a hero saving a damsel in distress was accused of molestation by the girl. The two thugs bullied him because of their family connections. His grandparents sold their house to pay compensation and apologize in order to save him from the torment of the internet addiction school, but they still could not get forgiveness. In the end, they were forced to go to the internet addiction school for rehabilitation.
The boy stopped a girl, the very girl he had saved years ago. He dragged her into an alley, yelling, "You falsely accused me of molesting you, so I really will!"
He walked out of the alley and headed towards the place where the two thugs lived, because his grandparents had come to their house to apologize and pay money, so he knew their address.
They were all wealthy people living in luxury villas, places that ordinary people couldn't just walk into. He knocked out a food delivery driver, then disguised himself as one, thinking he could sneak in, but he was stopped by security guards who told him to leave his things at the security office and he could leave.
Just as he was wondering what to do, the delivery guy's phone suddenly rang in his pocket. He took out his phone to answer it and heard the thug's roar: "Bring it in here, don't leave it in the security room, or I'll give you a bad review!"
He handed the phone to the security guard, who was also thoroughly berated by the young master and could only slink away, waving his hand dismissively: "You'd better take it in."
The boy walked into the villa area with a delivery box filled with gasoline. He had been inspired by the school burning down and planned to do the same.
He walked to the villa where the thugs were. The thugs opened the door to pick up their takeout, not even glancing at the deliveryman, thus missing their best chance to escape.
The flames started burning. Since it was a detached villa, it saved him a lot of trouble. Otherwise, he would have had to worry about implicating innocent people.
This villa is inhabited by sinners, thugs, and their families—all of them are people who forced him and harmed him. They all deserve to die!
Looking at the raging flames, he admired his masterpiece until someone came to put out the fire. He hurriedly tried to escape, but it was too late, and he was caught by the firefighters.
The security guard shouted, "He must have started the fire! He went in to deliver food and didn't come out for so long, I knew something was wrong!"
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