My House of Horrors

Yang Chen and Li Xue rushed out. The three of them stood in the corridor and looked towards the road as they came. It was dark and they could not see anything clearly.

“Where's the footsteps? ”

“I really heard that! Looks like someone's jumping in the tunnel. ”

“Don't scare yourself, come and help. ”

Li Xue dragged Wang Xiao into the last room. Yang Chen stopped outside for a while and said what Wang Xiao had said: “Jump? ”

The three of them turned up in the last dormitory, and most of the garbage piled up on the bed was sponges and wooden props that looked dirty and messy and didn't really smell weird.

“Is this dorm dedicated to garbage storage?” Li Xue covered her nose with sleeves: “But why is there a mattress on the innermost bed? Who would want to live in such a filthy environment? ”

“Now it's not who's going to live here.” Yang Chen picked up the garbage model on the bedplate and put it under his nose and smelled it: “When we entered the hidden scene, we smelled a smell. The smell in this room was the strongest, which means that the smelling thing was in this room, and we found that thing to crack the secret of the scene. ”

“I think Yang has a point. There's a lot of garbage in the house, but it's not these garbage that smells, which is weird.” Wang Zheng walked to the only bed with a mattress: “This bed without garbage smells heaviest. ”

He grabbed the corner of the mattress and bit his teeth to lift it apart.

There is nothing horrible under the wrecked quilt, just a single note.

Turn it around and Wang Qiu takes a brief look.

“I'm sorry I shouldn't be too close to you guys, I just wanted to help you pick up the ball. ”

“Teacher, I didn't mean to get my clothes wet, nobody messed with me, it was my fault. ”

“Dad, I'll try to do it right. Please, don't hit me again. ”

“I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm laughing. It's disgusting, not anymore. ”

“What do you think is wrong with me? I can fix it. I can fix anything! ”

“I really just want to be like them, sorry...”

The notes were not very thick, filled with apologies, and seemed somewhat repressed.

“What's wrong with your brain? Apologize for what? Fuck him if he gets bullied!” Wang Xiao was in a hurry, he left his mouth open and disagreed with the notebook owner's practice.

“You guys come check this out.” Li Xue found some torn photos in the dormitory trash can. She detected several pieces and after fitting them together, she could barely see the person in the photo.

“Should be a father and son. ”

The child was severely obese and could see that he was a little inferior, seemingly afraid of cameras, so he hid behind his father.

His father had a bad temper, his face was full of anger, he was very rough on him, he strangled him with one hand and forced him out of his back.

“Is this my stepdad? ”

Wang Zheng flipped the notes for the other two to watch. The previous pages were normal, and the more people looked back, the less flavorful they felt.

The boy had no name, and his classmates called him a pig, and his father, one of the investors in a private college in the Western suburbs, was rich at home, but his father was particularly harsh on him.

The note did not explain why, but it could be inferred from the words that the boy's mother seemed to betray his father, whose birth was a mistake.

The boy was eager to be praised by his father, but no matter what he did, how knowledgeable he was, responding to him was always violent and reprehensible.

He lived with caution and could only feel satisfied when eating, eating uncontrolled, eating as a way to relieve pressure, with the result that when boys were young, they were severely overweight.

Instead of worrying about the ugly appearance of the boy, his father had a sense of revenge.

The boy, who didn't know anything, just felt his father's happiness, so he ate harder.

By the time he grew up, he had both mental and physical lesions.

In school boys are cowardly, no one wants to sit with him, go home, slightly ill, face the punching and kicking of their father.

Gradually, the boy's psychology was very serious, and what others thought was beautiful would become incredibly ugly in his eyes.

And when people hate things they can't avoid, they hide them like babies.

The kid often does ridiculous things, like stealing leftovers from people in the cafeteria and picking up dirty, stinky things to take home in the dumpster.

His father beat him hard every time, but the child seemed out of control and his world view was completely upside down.

On several occasions in a row, his father beat the boy to the hospital too heavily, a matter that struck the police.

Finally, with the education and persuasion of the police, the boy's father agreed to move the boy into the school dormitory.

The boy's father was an investor in a private school in West City, and the school simply agreed to set up a single room for the boy.

After moving into the dormitory, the boy had to contact other classmates, apologizing more often every day, and his illness was getting worse and worse.

Shortly afterwards, several other bedrooms near the boys' room smelled a stench, and the school pryed open the single room where the boys lived, opening the door all silly.

The otherwise clean bedroom was filled with all kinds of garbage, and those filthy, stinking garbage became the most beautiful ornaments in the boy's eyes.

The school asked people to throw away all the garbage in the house, discipline the boys and inform the parents.

The boy's father has been rough about the way he educates, punching and kicking.

The note details what happened that night and his father beat him until late at night to leave.

No matter how painful it is to live, life continues, and every time a physical wound heals, the psychological illness of the boy becomes worse.

There was another smell in the corridor, and there was nothing the school could do about it, and the boy's father, who was an investor in a private school, fired his child, from no place was appropriate.

After several repetitions, the boy remained unchanged, and the school had to vacate all the dormitories close to the boy's room and ask someone to clean his room periodically.

Over time, the smell in that room had become indelible, seemingly penetrating the walls and floor tiles.

At that time, the private school in the western suburbs, because of all the things in the girls' bedroom building, was too busy to take care of the child.

Boys with complete mental illness are constantly taking the garbage back to their bedrooms and the smell is getting stronger and stronger.

Since then, the boy's diary has become monotonous and he has begun to apologize constantly to his father, begging him to forgive him.