Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Third Stench

Yang Chen and Li Xue quickly ran out. The three of them stood in the corridor and looked towards the road they came from. It was pitch black and they couldn't see anything clearly.

"Where are the footsteps?"

"I did hear it! It seemed like someone was jumping in the passage."

"Don't scare yourself, come and help."

Li Xue dragged Wang Yan into the last room, and Yang Chen stayed outside for a while, muttering what Wang Yan had said: "Beating?"

The three of them rummaged through the last dormitory. The rubbish on the bed was mostly props made of sponges and wood blocks. It looked dirty and messy, but it didn't actually give off a strange smell.

"Is this dormitory specially used to store garbage?" Li Xue covered her mouth and nose with her sleeves: "But why is there a quilt on the innermost bed? Who would want to live in such a dirty environment?"

"What I have to consider now is not who will live in this place." Yang Chen picked up the garbage model on the bed and put it under his nose to smell: "When we entered the hidden scene, we smelled a stench, this room stinks. The strongest, that is to say, the smelly thing is in this room, and finding that thing can unlock the secret of this scene."

"I think what Lao Yang said makes sense. There are rubbish piled everywhere in the house, but it's not the rubbish that emits a stench. It's very strange." Wang Yan walked to the only bed with a quilt. There is no bed for rubbish, but the smell is the heaviest."

He grabbed a corner of the quilt and clenched his teeth to lift it.

There was nothing scary under the tattered quilt, just a notebook.

Opening it casually, Wang Yan simply glanced at it.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be too close to you, I just want to help you pick up the ball."

"Teacher, I didn't mean to get my clothes wet. No one makes fun of me. It's my fault."

"Dad, I will definitely do my best, please, don't beat me again."

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I feel disgusting when I laugh, and I won't in the future."

"What do you think is wrong with me, I can change it, I can change anything!"

"I really just want to be like them,

Feel sorry……"

The notes are not thick, they are filled with words of apology, and they look a bit depressing.

"Is there a problem with your brain? What do you apologize for? If you are bullied, just fuck him!" Wang Yan was in a hurry, he pouted, disapproving of the note owner's actions.

"Come and see this." Li Xue found some shredded photos in the trash can of the dormitory. She checked out a few and after stitching them together, she could barely see the people in the photos.

"It should be a father and son."

The child is seriously obese, and it can be seen that he has low self-esteem. He seems to be afraid of the camera, so he hides behind his father.

And his father had a bad temper, his face was full of anger, and he was very rough with him. He grabbed his neck with one hand and forcibly dragged him out from behind.

"Is this the stepfather?"

Wang Yan opened the notes for the other two to watch. The first few pages were normal, and the more people looked back, the more uncomfortable they felt.

The boy has no name, and his classmates call him a pig. His father is one of the investors of a private college in the western suburbs. His family is rich, but his father is very harsh to him.

The notes did not explain why, but one could guess from the words that the boy's mother seemed to have betrayed his father, and that the child's birth was a mistake.

The boy yearns for his father's praise, but no matter what he does, no matter how sensible he is, the response is always violence and reprimands.

He lived carefully, only when he was eating, his body could feel a kind of satisfaction, but he could eat uncontrollably and use eating as a way to reduce stress. The final result was that the boy was seriously overweight when he was very young.

Seeing the boy's ugly appearance, his father, instead of worrying, had a sense of revenge.

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

When he grew up slowly, both his mind and body had become diseased.

At school, the boy was inferior and cowardly, and no one wanted to sit with him. When he returned home, if something went wrong, he would face his father's punches and kicks.

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

While others hate things that can't be avoided, he treasures them like treasures.

This kid would often do ridiculous things, such as sneaking other people's leftovers from the cafeteria, and picking some dirty and smelly things from the garbage to take home.

His father had to beat him hard every time, but the child seemed to be unable to control himself, and his worldview was turned upside down.

Several times in a row, once his father hit the boy too hard and sent the boy to the hospital, which alerted the police.

Finally, under 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 Xicheng Private School, and the school simply agreed to prepare a single room for the boy.

After moving into the dormitory, the boy could not help but have contact with other classmates, he apologized more times a day, and his illness became more and more serious.

It didn't take long for the other bedrooms adjacent to the boy's room to smell a stench. The school looked for the smell and pried open the single room where the boy lived. When the door was opened, everyone was dumbfounded.

The original clean bedroom was filled with all kinds of garbage, but the dirty and smelly garbage became the most beautiful decoration in the boy's eyes.

The school asked someone to throw away all the rubbish in the house, punished the boy, and notified the parents.

The boy's father has been rough with his upbringing, punching and kicking.

According to the boy himself, his father kept beating him until late at night.

No matter how painful it is to live, life goes on, and each time the physical wound heals, the boy's mental illness gets worse.

There was a stench in the corridor again, and the school was helpless. The boy's father was an investor in a private school, and it was inappropriate for him to fire his child no matter what.

After repeated cleaning several times, the boy still did not change much. The school had to vacate all the dormitories near the boy's room, and then asked someone to go to his room to clean it regularly.

Over time, the odor in the room could not be removed, and it seemed to soak into the walls and floor tiles.

At that time, the private school in the western suburbs was so busy because of various things in the girls' dormitory building that it didn't take care of the child anymore.

The boy, who was completely mentally ill, kept carrying the garbage back to his dormitory, and the stench became stronger and stronger.

From this time on, the boy's diary also became monotonous and repetitive, and he began to apologize to his father constantly, begging his father to forgive him.