usenovelgroup Chapter 21 This looks...delicious, right? It must be really good.
Chapter 21 This looks...delicious, right? It must be really good.
Back in his rented room, Ruan Zhijuan saw half a watermelon on the coffee table. He immediately hugged it. Dogs can't eat watermelons, so this one was his.
"I've fixed the TV and rented some DVDs," Zhou Gangxun said, pressing the play button on the remote.
The television screen flickered, and suspenseful background music immediately began to play, followed by several blood-red words: "The Mysterious Case of the Cooking Husband in Hong Kong..."
"It's fixed!" Ruan Zhijuan's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly as she stared intently at the person on the screen. Holding the watermelon blankly, she seemed to be bewitched, her feet unconsciously walking towards the television. "What... what is this show now? What is this 'What's-What Husband'?"
Zhou Gangxun looked at Ruan Zhijuan, who was almost touching the screen, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and lifted him onto the sofa. "Don't watch the TV until it breaks. If it does, no one will fix it for you."
"Will he... will he break the TV if he gets too close?" Ruan Zhijuan blinked in disbelief as she moved closer to the sofa and asked anxiously, "Then... will it be fine here? It won't break here, right...?" He couldn't see anything if he got any further away.
Zhou Gangxun ignored Ruan Zhijuan. He lowered his eyes and rubbed his fingers together. The warm, slippery flesh of Ruan Zhijuan's neck and the damp sweat still lingered on his fingertips.
Dirty. Zhou Gangxun confirmed again.
So you should stick it into his mouth and let him clean it, lick it clean. His wife's mouth is meant for that. But after licking it, it will be even dirtier with all of Ruan Zhijuan's excessive saliva.
Zhou Gangxun looked away, picked up the trash, and went outside. "Stay home and watch the house. I'm going to move some goods."
Ruan Zhijuan patted herself down, got up and ran over, stuffing three Colonel's Chicken Nuggets wrapped in layers of cardboard boxes and bags into his hand, "Here you go."
Then he went back to the sofa.
Zhou Gangxun, standing at the door, looked at the things in his hand, then glanced at the things Wang Fucai had bought at his feet with a deep look in his eyes, stepped over them, and left.
Once downstairs, Zhou Gangxun threw away the trash, raised his hand, and tossed the package that Ruan Zhijuan had given him—the contents of which he didn't know—to the little black dog.
He smoked a cigarette, looking down at the little black dog eating.
Ten minutes later, seeing that it was still alive, it left and went to the market to move goods.
upstairs.
Unaware of the situation, Ruan Zhijuan, despite being restrained several times, still went over to them.
He sat about a step away from the TV, happily scooping out a spoonful of watermelon and stuffing it into his mouth. Hmph, what's with the TV he's afraid to watch? It's all Zhou Gangxun's fault for not having enough money to buy one that he wouldn't be afraid to watch... (￣y▽￣)~* The watermelon was so sweet, perfectly ripe, without any unripe taste.
The film is an hour and a half long and is divided into two parts. Zhou Gangxun showed him the first part.
But after watching for less than twenty minutes, the TV's DVD player suddenly froze and stopped working, and the TV screen turned blue.
Oh no... he broke the TV! ∑(❍ฺд❍ฺlll)……
Ruan Zhijuan immediately ran over, not daring to touch it, but just getting closer to take a look, muttering, "What the hell, it must be Zhou Gangxun who didn't fix it properly, it's definitely not something I saw that broke, I was sitting really far away... Ouch, it's so hot..."
The TV stand was burning hot, like it had a fever.
It must be overheating. Ruan Zhijuan diagnosed the problem and reluctantly moved the fan that only served her to be directly in front of the TV, thinking that it should be fine once it cooled down.
Anyway, the TV was already broken before, and Zhou Gangxun said that it was broken and no one would fix it for him, so he didn't have to pay for it.
Ruan Zhijuan happened to go to the door to pick up the things she bought today and take a look.
He opened the bags one by one. The largest bag contained a cotton-padded coat, which felt very soft to the touch. He wondered if it would be cold to wear in winter.
When he was kicked out of the Ruan family, he only had summer clothes. Later, when Zhou Gangxun went bankrupt, he still only had those summer clothes.
So he was worried that Zhou Gangxun wouldn't have enough money to buy him warm clothes in the winter.
Then it will be just like in my past life, with my whole body shivering and burning from the cold during the day, and I can only sleep by curling up at night.
The second pink bag contained two pairs of fluffy, colorful socks, one pink and one mint green, also for winter. Ruan Zhijuan loved them and immediately slipped them on, doing sit-ups with her toes.
My feet will definitely stay warm this winter.
The third bag was a hot water bottle, the kind you fill with hot water, the kind that Ruan Zhijuan saw her parents prepare for her younger brother every winter night in her past life.
Ruan Zhijuan once secretly poured a little water into one of those fertilizer bags to test it. He didn't dare to pour too much, because the hot water at home belonged to his parents and younger brother, and even that little bit almost burned his skin.
He then put it in his blanket, which did make him much warmer, but just as he was about to fall asleep with that warmth, water leaked out, soaking his bed and blankets. He felt damp and cold all night.
The fourth bag contained a white, curly-fuzzy teddy bear glove with a nose, eyes, and two ears, which Ruan Zhijuan also loved. It had a rope in the middle so it could be hung around her neck.
This was at the Ruan family home. It seems that Madam Ruan bought him the same thing.
Now that he doesn't need to work, he can wrap his hands up in winter.
All of these, except for the cotton-padded clothes, should be given to Zhou Gangxun to wash.
Because cotton-padded clothes cannot be washed, as they will become thinner with each wash, the only cotton-padded clothes he owned in his previous life were the maroon ones that his younger brother didn't like when he was eight years old. They were a bit small because they were his brother's size.
He was six years older than his younger brother, so his arms often showed when he wore it, and the tight straps made it hard for him to breathe, but it was his warmest piece of clothing.
But later, the cotton-padded coat became thinner and thinner with each wash, and by the winter before he died, it was already very cold to wear.
Ruan Zhijuan took the items out of the last bag and put them in her own small locker. Then she took out another piece of clothing from Zhou Gangxun's clothes and changed into it.
I put the dirty clothes and other laundry into the basin in the bathroom, waiting for him to come home and wash them in the evening.
After finishing all that, Ruan Zhijuan returned to continue watching the TV series that was being treated with a fan to reduce her fever.
He started to feel sleepy as he watched, and tried to keep his eyelids open. He thought of going to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, but as soon as he stood up, he heard a series of loud thuds from the ceiling above him, like meat being chopped.
He craned his neck to look up, wondering why they were eating meat so late.
I think a neighbor was chopping meat the night before last...
Just as he was thinking this, Ruan Zhijuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ankle. Before he could react, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. The next second, he saw his broken foot standing there.
No wonder it hurt so much just now, it turns out it was chopped off.
Bright red blood gushed out from the cut.
"...!"
Next came his legs, hands, arms...
He was being dismembered.
But Ruan Zhijuan couldn't move or make a sound.
Bright red, viscous blood spread across the ground.
After an unknown amount of time, the chopping sounds stopped, and Ruan Zhijuan's head was lifted up and thrown into a trash can.
The only thing you can see from the shadow is that the other person is a tall man, just like Zhou Gangxun.
His dismembered limbs were picked up and thrown into the sink; the water submerged his hands and feet, and then several sections of his calves and arms…
The blood was drained repeatedly until the color became very light.
"Ah!" Ruan Zhijuan woke up with a start, realizing that she had fallen asleep on the sofa at some point. The TV was still flashing blue and the screen was off. The DVD player had ejected the disc, and she could still hear the "bang, bang, bang" sound of chopping meat coming from upstairs.
He touched his head and neck, checking his body parts; everything was there.
It was a dream.
"That scared me to death..." Ruan Zhijuan let out a long breath and decided to just go to sleep without going to the bathroom to wash up, mainly because his legs were still weak from the dream he had just had.
"Why do I keep having dreams like this... It's such an ominous dream..." he muttered, pressing his face against the pillow and falling asleep.
The digital information calendar on the wall, which reads "Harmony in the Family Brings Prosperity in All Things," shows red numbers that jumped for more than two hours before finally stopping at 00:00, midnight.
"Tell me, what's your relationship with that woman? Are you having an affair?"
"I don't know what you're talking about?"
Ruan Zhijuan frowned and covered her ears. It was so noisy. Were the couple next door arguing again?
"Don't you get tired of being so suspicious all the time...? I'm tired of it!"
"Cough...cough cough...cough and vomit..."
Why is there still the old man coughing? Ruan Zhijuan reluctantly opened her sleepy eyes, wanting to tell the neighbors to be quieter. As soon as she sat up, she saw a family of four—mother-in-law, wife, husband, and father-in-law—crowded around the folding dining table in their living room, only a step away from his bed.
Wow, so many people! Ruan Zhijuan blinked, but why were they in her and Zhou Gangxun's house?
As if sensing that he had woken up, the four of them turned to look at him. Their faces were all pale, stiff and ashen, as if they had been dead for many days. Ruan Zhijuan covered her mouth and obediently lay down without any hesitation.
You must have had another nightmare.
If you slept in the wrong place, lie down and sleep again.
"Tired? You complain about being tired now, but why didn't you say you were tired when you married me? If you don't explain yourself today, we'll die together!" the woman shouted emotionally, and suddenly a gurgling sound came from her throat as black blood gushed from her mouth.
Blood! He vomited blood!
Ruan Zhijuan's eyes widened uncontrollably, and he said that she must be having another nightmare.
"So be it!" The man also spat out black blood and shouted incoherently. He raised his hand and flipped the table. With a crash, all the dishes on the table were overturned to the ground, bowls and chopsticks rolled all over the floor, and the food on the plates spilled out.
That...that's chicken soup, right? It's golden yellow...it must have been simmering for a long time.
Cola chicken wings?
This is...this is a chicken leg? Wow...what a big leg! Ruan Zhijuan blinked and quickly wiggled her leg as she walked over.
He picked up the chicken leg that had fallen from the chicken soup, licked his lips, and held it up to the woman who was coughing up blood closest to him, asking, "This is... delicious, isn't it? It must be very tasty, right?"
The ghosts of a family of four who were poisoned to death: ?