Chapter 11 - Chaotic Setting – Part II

Let’s focus our camera on Miss Chen and Old man Zhang’s interactions.

It was probably Miss Chen’s first time experiencing a man’s fist. She kept crying on the floor nonstop, like a scared little cat. Even I wanted to punch her couple of times to get her to shut up. But Old man Zhang was incredibly patient as he continued to ma.s.sage her swollen breast while comforting her with gentle words.

I didn’t know how much of their mutual trust was destroyed the moment Bo Yan crawled out from underneath her bed, but I was quite certain, that they never trusted each other in the first place.

So what if they f.u.c.ked for a whole day?

Love and cherish until death do us apart? I doubt those kind of vows would ever apply to someone as s.e.xually experienced as Miss Chen.

What would Miss Chen be thinking of now, facing the loving Old man Zhang who was constantly trying to comfort her?

Miss Chen stopped crying, inhaling deeply.

Old man Zhang smiled.

“Zhang Ge, I will only ask you this once,” Miss Chen spoke calmly as she stared at the floor. “I need you to be honest with me.”

“I have nothing to do with this. I promise,” Old man Zhang didn’t even let her finish, waving his hand hurriedly in protest.

“Zhang Ge, did you tell Bo Yan to hide under the bed?” Miss Chen spoke one word at the time, completely ignoring the look on Old man Zhang’s face and his ma.s.saging hand still pressed on her breast.

“Why would I do something like that? What can I possibly get out of it?” Old man Zhang spoke convincingly and without hesitation.

“Of course you are getting something out of it,” I crossed my legs sideways, and grinned. “He could have been bribed or forced. Either way, you managed to easily get rid of Miss Chen’s boyfriend using Bo Yan like a p.a.w.n. Now you get to f.u.c.k that h.o.r.n.y s.l.u.t several nights extra every week.”

Miss Chen nodded, but remained silent.

I really had no clue why she nodded.

“Sweet thing, don’t you believe me?” Old man Zhang seemed worried.

“Do you know how much he is paying me a month?” Miss Chen’s voice was ice cold.

Good question! I wanted to know the answer too!

Old man Zhang looked at the side of Miss Chen’s oval face, surprised.

“How much?” Old man Zhang asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice. He felt as if he was being looked down upon.

“Thirty thousand.” Miss Chen closed her eyes.

Old man Zhang was shocked, unsure what to say next.

“Thirty thousand,” Miss Chen repeated once more icily, probably thinking that Old man Zhang didn’t hear her clearly the first time.

“I heard you,” Old man Zhang answered angrily, seeming a bit displeased now.

Miss Chen opened her eyes again, pulling her lips together.

“So how much does a bachelor P.E. teacher make a month? And how much can you give me? Do you really think you deserve my bed with nothing but that junk of yours?” Miss Chen laughed mockingly.

Old man Zhang’s mood instantly changed as the atmosphere in the room turned into something incredibly awkward.

The hand that was ma.s.saging Miss Chen’s ample breast suddenly stopped as well.

“f.u.c.k off.” Miss Chen’s tone was unbelievably flat, as if she never knew the man sitting beside her in the first place.

“Women are born actors.” The last dying words spoken by Zhang WuJi’s[1] mother were quite enlightening as expected.

Old man Zhang’s body shook slightly.

“Do you know why I am divorced? I don’t remember telling you this before.” Old man Zhang explained sadly.

“Who the h.e.l.l are you? Why are you still in my room? Are you rich? Do you have a platinum card?” Miss Chen vented her anger vigorously, the only way a woman knew how.

Miss Chen finally turned to look at Old man Zhang, seeing into the eyes of the man cornered by her icy gaze and harsh words.

Suddenly.

Bam

Miss Chen dropped to the ground.

“Because of domestic violence,” Old man Zhang stood up, licking the blood off the back of his fist.

He then opened the door and left, leaving Miss Chen lying unconscious on the floor with a slowly expanding puddle of blood dripping down from her nose.

“Let’s all give Old man Zhang a round of applause.” I clapped frantically, slamming down on the table. “One light, two lights, three lights and four lights![2] Let the winner, Old man Zhang, ascend the throne of the champions!”

……………………

The day was Sat.u.r.day, the third day after Guo Li killed Ling Hu and the second day after Bo Yan “killed” Ling Hu.

It was nine o’clock in the morning. Guo Li lay sideways on the floor, breathing hectically. He finally fell asleep after staying up for the whole night guarding outside Bo Yan’s door. By the time it was ten, as the gentle soul that I am, I woke him up, and while he was half asleep, I persuaded him to return to his own room.

“There are plenty of fish in the sea! You don’t have to obsess over it!” Those were the words I used.

Meanwhile, Bo Yan was too afraid to even step out of his room. He was probably terrified of running into Guo Li at the door, and then getting hammered by a series of questions he had no answer to. Before he was a hundred percent ready, he had to force himself to stay in the room to rest and think.

But it was much easier said than done. How could Bo Yan fall asleep while locked in a room with a corpse?

He pretty much spent his entire night chanting Buddhist prayers. He even downloaded some more from the internet as he chanted while shaking uncontrollably in front of the bed. Whenever he got tired, he would just sit there like an idiot staring at the bottom of the bed, not knowing what to do next.

Since it was weekend, Old man Zhang didn’t need to go to the school to train the track team.

That was good, because I needed him here today.

Old man Zhang went for a morning jog, then came back an hour later and resumed his sleep, like always. Except this time, when Old man Zhang pa.s.sed through Miss Chen’s room downstairs on his way back, he purposely kicked the door to scare her.

After being forced out of her sleep, Miss Chen, who took a right hook straight to the face last night, snuck out of her room under the cover of a large hat and a pair of sungla.s.ses. By the time she came back, she had a jar of ointment, roll of gauze, bottle of iodine, and tons of food with her. She probably bought the medical supplies from a drugstore.

From the looks of it, Miss Chen plans to lock herself up for the next couple of days, in order to restore her pretty face.

A bit later, Miss Chen called the locksmith and got herself a new lock.

I was quite certain Miss Chen was going to move out once her current contract has ended.

Or perhaps she would be gone sooner than that, as soon as she found a new place to stay.

It didn’t matter; my prophecy was about to come true very soon. Before any of them could leave this place, they will all have to play the part in the final scene. It will be a timeless cla.s.sic.

Today was weekend, a relaxing day for most, and a rough day for Mr. w.a.n.g.

Mr. w.a.n.g worked several jobs, and right now, he could be somewhere selling some useless educational DVDs or some super powerful vacuum cleaners. Either way, he wasn’t going to be back until three or four o’clock in the afternoon.

His cute little girl on the other hand, had English cla.s.s every Sat.u.r.day morning in the school across the street. After school, she would treat herself to a plate of fried noodles with eggs or something for lunch. She would then do her homework while waiting for Mr. w.a.n.g to get back from work, only to continue his unending struggle between his l.u.s.t and conscience.

Sometimes when his sweet angel finished her homework, she would go knock on Miss Chen’s door living on the other end of the hallway to watch TV or eat snacks together. That was a.s.suming if Miss Chen wasn’t busy sucking on something else at the time.

But today, our sweet angel was about to embark on a different journey.

I cracked an evil smile, like the scary villain in a movie.

It didn’t really matter to me what kind of bizarre ending awaited her at the end of the adventure. I had several different script planned to account for every eventuality, and all of them would lead to the same prophesized ending.

It was something a good director would do.

I turned around, looking down at Mr. w.a.n.g’s daughter lying on the bed inside my room. The way she slept was truly adorable. Her red cheeks fit perfectly on her little oval face while her soft breathing carried her chest up and down rhythmically.

I couldn’t help but kneel beside her as I gave her little pink nipple a gentle kiss and caressed her delicate white skin with my finger. I was sure she would turn out to be a beauty, a beauty amongst beauties.

But it was probably too late for that now.

I took the thick rope and tied her up like a fish, purposely exposing her underdeveloped yet perfect set of b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the delicious curves of her b.u.t.tocks. It was as though I were creating a piece of modern installation art, showcasing the illusory state of childhood fantasy.

I lowered my head once again as I gave her a moment of intense and forceful kissing with plenty of tongue. I even left her a mouthful of spit as our farewell gift. Afterwards, I taped her mouth shut with the strongest tape I could find.

While I was still in the mood, I lightly flicked her soft nipples once more with the tips of my fingers.

I had to applaud Mr. w.a.n.g again for his incredible self-restraint. How he was able to keep his fatherly desire and l.u.s.t in check while sleeping with a gorgeous little doll like that every day was still beyond me.

“But I got what I wanted.” I smiled satisfyingly.

Against a child, I didn’t need to do much.

I just waited patiently behind the door with a piece of cotton cloth soaked in diethyl ether. The moment she came back from school and through that door, I caught her from behind and covered her face with the cotton cloth. It only took two seconds before her body went limp in my arms like a rabbit doll.

I stared at the screen.

Old man Zhang has gotten out of his beauty sleep for a while now. He had been leaning against the window with his telescope for the last three hours, spying on his neighbours across the street.

His encounters over the last two days with Miss Chen had probably reawakened his insatiable l.u.s.t. The expression when he spied on his neighbours seemed noticeably desperate and grim. He was probably crying about the unfortunate chain of events from yesterday. Who knows?

Then again, if it wasn’t for the terrible bad luck he had yesterday, he would probably still be showing off his magnificent c.o.c.k on Miss Chen’s bed right now.

The time was two o’clock in the afternoon, Old man Zhang took a sip of his treasured expired milk hidden under his bed. He was getting hungry.

Old man Zhang rubbed his belly as he walked down the stairs. When he pa.s.sed by Miss Chen’s room, his c.o.c.k instinctively itched again. He quickly tested his keys by turning the doork.n.o.b, only to realize the locks had already been changed. Feeling helpless, he kicked the door as hard as he could.

“Go away!” Miss Chen shouted angrily over the door.

Old man Zhang took in as much air his lungs could hold and gestured with his middle finger in the direction of her door, then hurried down the stairs and out of the apartment house.

“Finally, it was my turn.”

I quickly lifted the naked little angel over my shoulder and ran into the lift, closing the rusted gate behind me.

In the narrow s.p.a.ce within the lift, a ghastly shadow swayed with devilish intent.