Yang Cheng and Lee Xue hurried out. The three stood in the corridor and looked down the corridor. It was dark, and they could not see anything.
"Where are the footsteps?"
"I really heard it! It sounds like someone is jumping down the corridor. "
"Don't scare yourself. Come and help me."
Lee Xue dragged Wang Yan into the last room. Yang Cheng stayed outside for a while, and she repeated what Wang Yan had said. "Jumping?"
The three started to rummage through the last room. The trash on the bed was mostly props made from sponges and wooden blocks. They looked dirty, but they did not give off a weird smell.
"Is this dormitory used to store trash?" Lee Xue used her sleeve to cover her nose. "But why is there a mattress on the innermost bed? Who would want to stay in such a dirty environment? "
"Now is not the time to consider who will stay here." Yang Cheng picked up the trash model from the bed and sniffed it. "When we entered the hidden scenario, we smelled the stench, and this room has the thickest smell. In other words, the thing that gives off the stench is in this room. Only by finding that thing can we unlock the secret of this scenario."
"I think Ol 'Yang has a point. There is trash everywhere in the room, but it is not the trash that gives off the stench. That's weird." Wang Yan walked to the only bed with a mattress. "This bed has no trash, but the smell is the thickest."
He grabbed the corner of the mattress and pulled it back with gritted teeth.
There was nothing scary under the tattered mattress, just a notebook.
Flipping it open, Wang Yan glanced through it.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so close to you. I just wanted to help you pick up the ball."
"Sir, I didn't mean to wet my clothes. No one is playing tricks on me. It's my fault."
"Dad, I will try my best. Please, don't hit me anymore."
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I make people feel disgusted when I smile. It won't happen again."
"What do you think is wrong with me? I can change. I can change anything!"
"I really just want to be like them. I'm sorry …"
The notebook was not thick, and it was filled with apologies. It looked a little depressing.
"Is there something wrong with your brain? Apologize for what? If he's being bullied, he'll just f * ck him up! "Wang Yan was an impatient person. He curled his lips and disagreed with the notebook's owner's actions.
"Come and look at this." Lee Xue found some shredded photos in the dormitory's trash can. She picked out a few, and after piecing them together, she could barely make out the people in the photos.
"They should be father and son."
The child was seriously obese, and it could be seen that he had an inferiority complex. He seemed to be afraid of the camera, so he hid behind his father.
His father, on the other hand, had a very bad temper. His face was full of anger, and he was very rough with him. He grabbed him by the neck with one hand and forcefully dragged him out from behind.
"Is this a stepfather?"
Wang Yan opened the notebook and showed it to the other two. The first few pages were normal, but the more they read, the more upset they felt.
The boy did not have a name, and his classmates called him Pig. His father was one of the investors of Western Jiujiang Private Academy. His family was very rich, but his father was very strict with him.
The notebook did not explain the reason, but reading between the lines, the boy's mother appeared to have betrayed his father, and the child's birth was a mistake.
The boy longed for his father's praise, but no matter what he did, no matter how obedient he was, the response was always violence and scolding.
He lived carefully, and his body would only feel a sense of satisfaction when he was eating. However, the endless eating, using eating as a way to reduce stress, caused the boy to be seriously overweight at a very young age.
Seeing the boy's ugly appearance, his father did not worry. If anything, he felt the joy of revenge.
The boy, who did not know anything, only felt his father's happiness, so he started to eat even harder.
When he slowly grew up, both his body and mind were damaged.
At school, the boy was weak and self-abased, and no one was willing to sit with him. When he returned home, he would face his father's beatings if things did not go his way.
Slowly, the boy's psychological problems appeared. Things that other people thought were beautiful would become extremely ugly in his eyes.
Things that other people hated and avoided, he treasured like a treasure.
The boy would often do ridiculous things, like stealing other people's leftovers from the cafeteria and picking out dirty and smelly things from the trash to bring home.
His father would beat him up every time, but the boy seemed to have lost control. His worldview was completely turned upside down.
This happened a few times, and one time, his father beat the boy so hard that he was sent to the hospital. This incident alerted the police.
In the end, with the police's education and persuasion, the boy's father agreed to let the boy move into the school's dormitory.
The boy's father was the investor of Western Jiujiang Private School, so the school agreed without hesitation and prepared a single room for the boy.
After moving into the dormitory, the boy had to interact with other students. He had to apologize more often every day, and at the same time, his illness worsened.
Not long after, the other dormitories near the boy's room all smelled the stench. The school followed the smell and pried open the door to the boy's room. When they opened the door, they were all dumbfounded.
The originally clean dormitory was filled with all kinds of trash, and the dirty and smelly trash became the most beautiful decoration in the boy's eyes.
The school hired people to throw away all the trash, punish the boy, and notify his parents.
The boy's father had always been rough with his upbringing, beating and kicking.
The notebook recorded the events of that night in detail. His father had beaten him until late at night before leaving.
No matter how painful life was, life went on. Every time the physical wounds healed, the boy's mental illness would worsen.
The stench filled the corridor again, and the school could not do anything about it. The boy's father was the investor of the school, and it was not appropriate to expel his son.
After cleaning the room several times, the boy did not change much. The school had no choice but to empty the few dormitories near the boy's room and hire someone to clean his room regularly.
As time passed, the stench in the room could not be removed, and it seemed to have seeped into the walls and floor tiles.
At the time, Western Jiujiang Private School was so busy with the female dormitory building that the school did not pay attention to the boy anymore.
The boy, who had completely lost his mind, kept moving the trash back to his room, and the stench thickened.
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