Ch47 - The door opened 

Someone near the ruins had witnessed the fight between Qi Yang and I, and they had immediately called the police afterwards to report the incident. Later during the investigation, they had also provided an eyewitness testimony for indicting me as the person who had pushed Qi Yang. The switchblade was an item of my possession, and on it were my fingerprints and Qi Yang’s blood. Everything pointed towards me, and the facts were indisputable.

The prosecutor explained my motive for the murder, stating that after witnessing Qi Yang’s incessant harassment towards my brother, I was left with no choice but to resolve the issue by luring him out and killing him. 

I was already sixteen years old at that time, and thus I had reached the age of criminal responsibility. Despite finally obtaining that letter of understanding, I was still sentenced to ten years in prison under first degree murder.

In the ten years, Sheng Min Ou never came to see me. No matter how many letters I wrote to him, none of them ever received a reply.

 

 

To be a pathetic poor thing, a clingy dog who was a continuous pest, a fool inundated by their wishful thinking. I had always accepted all of these remarks before today, because I thought that this was indeed me.

On the day my mother died, I had an argument with Sheng Min Ou. I asked him if he deliberately led me to face Qi Yang, and he didn’t deny it. I believed that the truth was exactly as Qi Yang said, where Sheng Min Ou just wanted to take advantage of this exceptional opportunity to get rid of two pests at once. 

But if we deduced the truth of it all from another perspective, assuming that Sheng Min Ou was not as unreservedly indifferent as he appeared, then out of the signals which were given to me, and the facts that I had confirmed, one of these must be false.

 

There was no need for Sheng Min Ou to silently keep up a facade for ten years until I had discovered it myself. On the other hand, Qi Yang’s skillful tongue, sick and twisted, might have spotted Sheng Min Ou’s disdain in clearing up something with me and so deliberately accused him of doing things that he hadn’t done.

Nonetheless, in the end I only have one witness for all of this, being Old Huang. Ultimately, the proof I had of him lingering outside the gate for ten years without once entering was not concrete enough. With how resolute Sheng Min Ou could be in denying things, he would probably respond that he went because the air was fresher in the suburbs. Therefore he travelled for the sake of tourism and to also have a smoke there, all to cultivate his mind and character.

 

 

I emptied the cans of alcohol as I downed what I had bought from the supermarket, drinking until my footsteps were shaky, derailing from my original route home. When I came to again, it was the middle of the night and I had somehow managed to bring myself to the gates of where Sheng Min Ou lived.

The security guard saw my inebriated state and stopped me from entering, as he repeatedly asked for who I was looking for.

I responded with Sheng Min Ou’s room number, and after he rang for Sheng Min Ou, the words began spilling out of my mouth as I talked.

 

“Hey, I really came to see my brother. You can double check this, look, isn’t there someone who lives in that apartment complex called Sheng Min Ou?” 

The security guard frowned as he took another look at me, seemingly worried about the state I was in.

“Hello?”

After a few rings, the call connected and it got through. The security immediately informed Sheng Min Ou of the situation, and before Sheng Min Ou could say anything back, I rushed over, hiccuped into the intercom in my drunken stupor, and began to laugh inexplicably.

“Ge, hey it’s me.” 

There was silence on the other side as the security guard separated me from the intercom with difficulty, before replying into the intercom: “So that’s pretty much the situation, Mr. Sheng, do you know this… gentleman here? If you don’t, we will call the police and have them handle this.”

I cupped my hands as I placed them on either side of my lips, as I shouted in a louder voice, “Ge, it’s me, Lu Feng. I drank some alcohol, can you pick me up…” I hiccuped, then continued, “I actually don’t know myself how I ended up here…”

Honestly, I wasn’t good at handling alcohol, so even though I still maintained consciousness right now my heartbeat had accelerated and both my cheeks were flaming hot to the touch. Even worse, I felt overwhelmingly nauseous, my stomach feeling as if it would hurl something back up at any time.

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I sank down squatting at the side of the flower bed, as I threw up the contents I had ingested, until it felt like I couldn’t empty myself out anymore. I had pretty much used the whole meal Old Huang and I had last night as fertilizer.

 

The security guard saw how uncomfortable I must be, and handed me a bottle of water for me to rinse my mouth.

Sure enough, this was a five-star residential place, and even the security guards were outstanding with their five-star service. 

“Thank you.” I said, taking the mineral water as I rinsed my mouth, feeling slightly more awake after throwing up.

Five minutes later, Sheng Min Ou slowly approached us from a distance. Unlike every other time when I had seen him, his hair looked very loose and soft, as he wore an easy-fitting white T-shirt, and even had flip-flops on his feet.

He approached us and cast his gaze downwards as he stared at me, “It’s the middle of the night and you’re beyond inebriated, you really are living life like a maggot.”

If this was before, hearing his cold and coruscating words would have left me feeling pained and deflated, however I didn’t feel any trace of sadness today. Not only did I not feel upset, I even got a little excited. 

“Ge…” I gave him a foolish smile, “You came to pick me up.”

I swayed as I stood up, at once feeling a lack of strength in my leg as I collapsed onto him. He staggered back two steps and held me up in time, his tone changing for the worse: “Stand up properly.”

I refused to, as I leaned my head on his shoulders, my hot breath spilling on his neck, as I enunciated the following words, “I’m dizzy…”

Sheng Min Ou probably saw the state of my drunkenness, and finally gave up on communicating with me, as he held me silently, leading me back to his apartment building. 

Given that I had to lean my whole body weight on him, the walk back was an arduous one. When he arrived in front of his door he could only free his left hand with great effort to key in a passcode as his right hand was pinned under my weight.

While entering the password, I opened my eyes as they fluttered into slits, secretly noting the combination before quickly closing my eyes again as I resumed my act of playing dead after we entered the house.

Sheng Min Ou left me on a grand carpet which adorned his living room, then rubbed the back of his neck as if he was about to leave.

In my haze, I reached out and grabbed his trousers, as I bombarded him with requests for water, saying that I was thirsty. 

Sheng Min Ou stilled for a second, then with little effort, he plucked his foot out of my grasp, as his footsteps retreated into the distance.

Ai, sure enough, whilst he may not regard me with absolute indifference, but to claim that he ‘cared’ about me… it probably hadn’t reached that stage yet.

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I stayed laying there, my shoulders starting to droop, weighed down by my discouragement as I  buried my face in my arms, unable to stop my inward sighs.

Just as I was thinking about whether I should continue to use alcohol as an excuse to pretend to be drunk some more, or to somehow throw another test his way, the sound of distant footsteps that appeared to go further away had returned. 

There was a soft clinking sound, as Sheng Min Ou placed something on the floor beside me, before leaving again.

When I heard the sound of the bedroom room closing, I quietly opened my eyes and found that there was a glass of water not far from me, a glass of plain, boiled water.

 

I pressed a hand against my throbbing temples as I sat up, grinning like a fool at the sight of the glass of water.

Then, he probably cares at least a little bit, right? 

I didn’t know what brand the water was, as it looked unremarkable, but when I drank it the water was sweet.

After finishing the drink that Sheng Min Ou had poured for me, I lay on the white carpet, my arms beneath my head acting as a cushion, as I twisted and turned. It wasn’t that I couldn’t fall asleep, rather, I couldn’t bear to actually sleep. I was afraid that once I woke up, I’d find out that everything that occurred today was just a dream that had never been real.

I turned over again, and below the punching bag which hung in the living room and dominated it, were two bundles of red hand straps, neatly placed.

Based on Sheng Min Ou’s character, he should’ve discarded the strap which I used last time to clean myself up, however… I reached out for the two straps as I started scrutinising them. There was nothing out of the ordinary, the straps themselves being without any flaws, as the condition of it looked as if they were almost new. However, I had a strange hunch – that Sheng Min Ou, the bastard, might have kept the dirtied red strap, soiled with my fluids and sweat. After all, he had secretly made trips to my prison to see me, and now he even poured a cup of water for me. Was there anything he wasn’t capable of now? 

My brain had been eroded away by the alcohol, and all that existed right now were pink bubbles. I felt as if my twenty seven years of guarding a cold kiln were finally, finally going to be over.

I placed the hand strap over my eyes, and glancing through a hazy red layer, I slowly closed my eyes as I fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning I was still fast asleep when someone ripped off the disarrayed straps on my face, revealing my face to the piercing sun rays.

I groaned in pain, covering the intense sunlight with my arms, as I came to, only to see Sheng Min Ou standing in front of me and already neatly dressed. His gaze was cast downwards to look down at me as his expression was blank, as if he moments away from ruthlessly trying to drive me out of his house before he left for work. 

I hurriedly buried myself into the carpet some more, pretending that I was not yet fully awake.

Sheng Min Ou waited for a while, probably shocked that I was so brazen as he kicked me on the side of my waist with his toes.

“Hey, get up,” he commanded, “Get lost and go back to your own place to sleep.”

My waist was more sensitive, so despite Sheng Min Ou not using much strength behind his jabs, it still took an amazing amount of willpower to force myself to not swerve his moves and avoid it. 

After sending two kicks to my side, perhaps after evaluating that I honestly could not get up, he gave in as he could only abandon his efforts.

“After you wake up, leave this place yourself.” He said, promptly moving towards the door after finishing his remark.

After I heard the clicks sounding from the electronic lock, I did a kip up as I leapt up from the ground, rubbing my eyes and waist.

Other places were fine, but my waist was oddly sensitive, as once Shen Xiao Shi somehow accidentally touched my waist from behind, and I almost broke his ribs with an elbow blow. So, heaven knows how I endured Sheng Min Ou’s prodding just now. 

I took in the minimalist interior that was bathed in sunlight, as I patrolled around it and studied every detail in the room, like a wolf confirming its territory. I could only feel completely at ease once I could ascertain that everything was under my control.

My fingertips left a trail against the wall, all the way to the bedroom, as I laid down on the only mattress here, and rolled around on it.

 

The place that Sheng Min Ou would have previously never let me enter before was now free for me to exit and enter, and to use as I wish. There really was nothing better than this – at least for  today.

After I laid around and made a mess out of his bed, I embodied the typical scumbag persona where they just left after spending the night, as I patted my butt, and walked out of the room without casting another glance back. My sights narrowed in onto the bedroom adjacent to this one, the only room which had a lock. 

Since I first laid eyes on this room, it had preoccupied my thoughts. What secrets were hidden in this room? One could say that it was merely just an ordinary study, but then the door was locked. I didn’t even see a single lock in Sheng Min Ou’s law firm, and there was no way that this was the room which contained his peculiar hobbies, right?

Sheng Min Ou’s home was immaculate, spotless and tidy, and one glance was enough to forget it all. Except for this place. It was only here that he had approached with extra caution, not allowing anyone to trespass and pry.

Perhaps the answer I had been searching for, was also in here.

Unable to withstand the curiosity in my heart, and with my intrigue piquing, I stretched out the muscles in my hands as I squatted down to study the lock. 

The lock was the same style as the one I had seen previously at the door. I inspected it from every possible angle, and after determining that there were no traces of any fingerprints, I decided to take a gamble and enter the password I committed to memory yesterday.

I pressed down the last number and gingerly tapped the hashtag key without holding any high expectations for the outcome. Therefore, after I heard an electronic sound, followed by the locks opening one click after another, I gently pushed against the door knob and… the door opened.

The interior was very dark, with thick curtains drawn.

I held my breath, and with the faint hint of light which flowed into the dark, I saw that the walls of the room seemed to be covered with things. As I opened the door, I must’ve circulated the air within the room, as I heard the sound of paper being blown off and the crinkling of it as it floated down again. 

I walked into the room, and fumbled for a while in the dark, before I finally found the switch. The instant I flicked it down, the room suddenly lit up, and a harsh white light illuminated the whole room, leaving nothing hidden as all its contents were revealed to me.

Bold font written in vibrant red dominated my sights, handwritten with paint as it covered the walls. The person who had written the words did not care about the aesthetic of it, nor did they worry about whether the paint would dirty their floors. Each stroke was like the aftermath of a murder scene, as the blood sprayed across and dripped from the surface.

【Don’t get close to him】

【Stay away from him】 

【Get lost】

The menacing script written in blood was done over pieces of writing paper and envelopes, like it was some sort of bizarre, baleful ritual.

I stood there in shock, utterly astounded by the scene in front of me.

Sheng Min Ou’s room was neat and orderly, minimalist and spotless, and there was never anything that was unnecessary. He appeared to also not have a need for anything that wasn’t essential. 

However this room, disorganised and enshrouded in darkness was an oppressive and chaotic existence, completely departing from the style he presented to others. It was as if it belonged in another dimension.

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