My House of Horrors

Yang Chen and Li Xue ran out quickly. The three stood in the corridor and looked at the road when they came. It was dark and could not be seen clearly.

"Which footsteps?"

"I really heard it! It seems that someone is beating in the passage."

"You don't want to scare yourself, hurry and help."

Li Xue took Wang Hao into the last room. Yang Chen stayed outside for a while, and recited what Wang Hao said in his mouth: "Bounce?"

The three men rummaged through the last dormitory. Most of the **** piled up on the bed was made of sponges and wooden blocks. It looked dirty and messy, but it didn't smell strange.

“Is this dormitory dedicated to storing garbage?” Li Xue covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves: “But why is the innermost bed still covered with bedding? Who would want to live in such a dirty environment?”

“Now, it’s not who will live in this place.” Yang Chen picked up the garbage model on the bed and smelled it under the nose: “We smelled a stink when we entered the hidden scene, this room smell The strongest, that is to say, the smelly thing is in this room, find that thing to crack the secret of this scene."

"I think what Lao Yang said is reasonable. There are **** everywhere in the house, but it is not the garbage that smells bad. It is very strange." Wang Hao walked to the only bed with the bedding: "This There is no bed to put garbage, but the smell is the heaviest."

He grabbed the corner of the beggar and bit his teeth to open it.

There was nothing horrible under the tattered quilt, only a note.

Wang Hao briefly looked at it as he turned it around.

"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 wet the clothes. No one teased me. It's not good for me."

"Dad, I will try my best, beg you, don't hit me anymore."

"Sorry, I don't know why it makes people feel sick when they laugh, and they won't be in the future."

"You think that I am wrong, I can change it, I can change anything!"

"I really just want to be like them, sorry..."

The notes are not too thick, full of words of apology, and some depression.

"Is there a problem with my brain? Do you apologize? If you are bullied, you will do it!" Wang Hao was an angry temper. He licked his mouth and did not agree with the practice of taking notes.

"You have come to see this." Li Xue found some torn photos in the dormitory trash bin. She checked out a few pieces and, after flattening, could barely see the people in the photo.

"It should be a father and son."

The child is very obese, and he can see that he is somewhat inferior. 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 rude to him, holding his neck in one hand and forcibly pulling him out of his back.

"Is this a dad?"

Wang Hao opened the notes and let the other two watch. The first few pages are still normal. The more you look at the hearts of others, the less you feel.

The boy has no name. The classmates call him a pig. His father is one of the investors in the Xijiao Private College. His family is very rich, but his father is particularly harsh on him.

The notes did not explain the reason, but from the line between the words can be guessed, the boy's mother seems to betray his father, the birth of this child is a mistake.

The boy is eager to get the praise of his father, but no matter what he does, how sensible he is, and always respond to him by violence and reprimand.

He lived cautiously. Only when he was eating, the body could feel a kind of satisfaction. Unconditional eating and eating as a way of decompression, the result was that the boy was seriously overweight when he was very young.

Seeing the ugly shape of the boy, his father not only did not worry, but a pleasure of revenge.

The boy who didn’t know anything, just felt the father’s happiness, so he ate more hard.

When he grows up, his mind and body have both lesions.

In school, the boy is inferior and weak, no one wants to sit with him, and when he returns home, he is a little bit uncomfortable, and he has to face his father’s punch and kick.

Gradually, the boy's psychology has a very serious problem, and others think that beautiful things will become extremely ugly in his eyes.

Others hate things that they can't avoid, but they are treasured as treasures.

This child often does some ridiculous things, such as taking the leftovers of others in the cafeteria and taking them into the garbage to pick up some dirty and smelly things and take them home.

Every time his father yelled at him, but the child seemed to be unable to control himself, and his worldview was completely reversed.

Several times in a row, one of his fathers took the boy to the hospital too seriously, which alerted the police.

Finally, under the police's education and persuasion, the boy's father agreed that the boy moved into the school dormitory to live.

The boy's father was an investor in the Xicheng Private School. The school simply agreed to prepare a single room for the boy.

After moving into the dormitory, the boy will inevitably have to contact other students. He has to apologize more often every day, and his illness is getting worse.

Not long after, the other bedrooms near the boy's room smelled a stink. The school looked for a smell and opened the single room where the boy lived. All the doors were stupid.

The clean rooms were filled with all kinds of rubbish, and the dirty and smelly **** became the most beautiful ornament in the eyes of the boy.

The school asked the people to throw away all the **** in the house, gave the boy a punishment, and informed the parents.

The boy father has been rude to his education, punching and kicking.

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

No matter how painful life is, life continues. Every time the wound on the body heals, the boy's psychological illness becomes more serious.

There was another stench in the hallway, and the school was helpless. The boy’s father was a private school investor, and expelling his children was not suitable from either side.

Repeatedly cleaned up a few times, the boy still did not change much, the school had to vacate all the dormitories near the boy's room, and then ask someone to go to his room to clean it once a day.

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

At that time, the private schools in the western suburbs were too busy to worry about the children because of the various things in the bedroom of the girls.

The boy who has been completely ill-conceived, keeps the garbage back to his bedroom, and the smell is getting more and more heavy.

From this time on, the boy's diary has become monotonous. He began to apologize to his father and pray that his father can forgive him.