Evil People Have Their Own Evil Mothers [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 10: Xu Jiu Is Much More Fun Than Specimens

Chapter 10: Xu Jiu Is Much More Fun Than Specimens

Cao Weidong stood outside his own door, which was wide open. The sunlight from outside slanted through the doorframe, desperately squeezing into the dark, damp garage. Dust particles in the air stirred restlessly, dancing over the wreckage covering the floor.

As Cao Weidong entered the garage and closed the door behind him with his hands clasped behind his back, a sharp pain shot through his right hand, causing his brows and eyes to furrow abruptly. A muffled groan of prolonged pain escaped through his nostrils.

He stood motionless by the door like a stone for a long time.

Cao Weidong’s gaze swept around the walls. Xu Jiu had left, but not before presenting Cao Weidong with a grand farewell gift.

The handmade specimens on the table, cabinets, and shelves had all been smashed—not just into fragments, but into fine powder.

Like gravel and sand, or insect eggs, densely scattered, a shocking sight.

Cao Weidong’s eyes couldn’t escape it; the destruction was everywhere.

A hammer stained with red paint lay at Cao Weidong’s feet. As he bent to pick it up, he noticed a crimson line pointing behind him.

Cao Weidong turned around. On the iron door behind him, two large, glaring red characters were vividly carved: Pervert.

Beneath the red characters, there was another mark—smoothly drawn, with rounded, unhurried strokes, completely non-threatening.

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Clearly, Xu Jiu had dipped his fingers in red paint and drawn it stroke by stroke.

He was so eager to mock Cao Weidong that using the hammer alone wasn’t satisfying enough; he had to draw it by hand.

Those hands were small—Cao Weidong had touched them when he snatched the phone—tender, as soft as tofu, smooth to the touch. Beneath the pale skin, bluish-purple veins flowed naturally; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say they were delicate enough to bruise at a touch.

A young master like him had never done rough or heavy work, so his hands were like jelly, easily leaving red marks with the slightest pinch.

Therefore, Cao Weidong’s attention wasn’t on the red paint stains but on how Xu Jiu must have positioned himself to cover his clean hands entirely in red paint.

The red paint was thick and sticky, dripping and oozing sluggishly from his hands.

Cao Weidong stepped forward, pressing his hand against the smiley face on the iron door. Slowly and calmly, he traced the curves and twists of each stroke.

The red paint hadn’t fully dried yet; from the smiling eyes, a straight blood tear dripped downward.

Cao Weidong wiped it away with his own hand. He stared at the red stain on his fingertip, imagining the warmth that belonged to Xu Jiu lingering there, picturing how Xu Jiu must have grinned mischievously—excited, expectant, even trembling—as he left his mark on the iron door.

The bloodstained red, unnoticed, crept like tentacles into Cao Weidong’s eyes, entangling in the whites of his eyes, greedily stretching toward the darkness at their center.

When Cao Weidong lifted his gaze again, he noticed the surveillance camera was still intact.

Given Xu Jiu’s temperament, if he knew the camera was there, he wouldn’t have left it untouched.

So—he had deliberately left evidence of his actions, luring Cao Weidong to check.

Cao Weidong opened the surveillance footage, and it was exactly as he had expected.

Xu Jiu, holding a hammer in one hand, stood on the bed, bouncing up and down, making faces and grinning cheekily at the darkest part of the camera lens.

When he grew tired from knocking things around and his mouth felt dry, his moist pink tongue licked his lips. His face glistened with sweat, strands of hair sticking to his cheeks, his lips slightly parted as he breathed heavily and rhythmically.

Xu Jiu’s pink hair, pink tongue, and flushed face from panting with exhaustion stood out strikingly in the dim, sunless garage.

Cao Weidong’s eyes could hardly accommodate anything else, including the specimens he had meticulously crafted.

All he could see was a small patch of pink in his vision—a pink that blazed like a flame, reckless and unrestrained, searing and obliterating the small world that had once belonged solely to Cao Weidong.

And once again, that terrifying thought, long entrenched in Cao Weidong’s mind, seized his eyeballs, gripping them until they turned bloodshot.

His flesh and blood seemed churned into a murky, damp mire, from which countless pale hands reached out, trapping the soles of his shoes and clutching at his pant legs, attempting to drag him into the foul, suffocating depths of a swamp.

Cao Weidong finally stopped restraining himself. He channeled that thought through his entire body, gathering it in his throat, and muttered hoarsely:

I really want to strangle you.

Cao Weidong took a deep breath, trembling as he exhaled with forced control. He used his foot to clear a barely passable spot in the garage, brought over a chair, and sat down.

Since things had come to this, he might as well eat breakfast first.

Suddenly, his hand reached into his pocket and felt a square, rigid object.

Cao Weidong pulled it out—it was a condom. His palm tightened, his fingertips pressing firmly against the surface of the box. After staring at the words on the box for a long moment, he slowly closed his eyes.

Before meeting Xu Jiu, closing his eyes would plunge him into a desolate, boundless darkness. But now, something had changed—within this endless darkness, there was another person.

This cramped blackness was like a cage draped in black cloth, and Xu Jiu was the restless bird he had trapped inside.

He looked at Xu Jiu as if gazing at a specimen suspended between life and death.

As before, he began to anticipate Xu Jiu’s death, so he could claim him as his own.

Delving deeper into his thoughts, he imagined using that hammer, stained with indelible red paint, to break, shatter, and crush—starting from the hands and feet, moving to the calves and forearms, then the thighs and upper arms, finally reaching the waist, hips, and chest, until the hammer hovered over the skull.

Break, smash, pulverize.

Just as Xu Jiu had done to those specimens today—reducing them to indistinguishable dust, beyond repair, forever and ever mere insignificant grains.

Before, he had only dared to imagine strangling Xu Jiu.

Later, when Xu Jiu asked if he wanted to lock him up, he thought, indeed, he could.

Now, it had completely evolved into wanting to destroy Xu Jiu.

He wanted to, desperately.

And all of this was something Xu Jiu had taught him with his own hands.

Cao Weidong’s heart sank into boundless excitement, but only a trace of it showed—a flicker in his pitch-black eyes as they found their anchor.

He sat on the chair, mechanically eating his steamed bun. Each bite was chewed for a while before being swallowed, like an assembly line in a factory.

He felt no anger at the disarray filling the room, nor resentment toward Xu Jiu’s mischief. He simply ate his breakfast and, after finishing, began cleaning up.

He swept all the things he had made by hand into a bag. Holding it, he thought for a moment, still unable to bring himself to throw it away, so he tossed it into a corner.

After completing this task, Cao Weidong shouldered his black backpack and left for class.

Xu Jiu knew his schedule, so he was bound to run into him on the way to the classroom.

Are you happy?

Sure enough, Xu Jiu gathered a group of troublemaking friends to block Cao Weidong’s usual path. They surrounded him with mocking laughter, all shooting him disgusted looks the moment they saw him, chanting unpleasant words in unison.

Xu Jiu rested his arm on someone’s shoulder nearby, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The lighters of those around him swarmed forward like moths to a flame.

Holding the cigarette, Xu Jiu raised his eyebrows sharply while pulling the corner of his mouth into a mocking smirk, revealing one of his pointed canine teeth.

It doesn’t matter if you ignore me. Everyone knows what kind of person you are now.

A passing student suddenly let out a shocked cry, pointing at Cao Weidong and shouting, Isn’t that the guy exposed on the school forum for animal abuse?

I always said he didn’t seem like a good person.

Why hasn’t he been expelled?

A shrill voice chimed in: Oh my god, he’s literally—

Xu Jiu waved his phone in front of Cao Weidong’s face, leaning in close to blow out a mouthful of smoke that drifted past like a sheer veil.

A pervert.

Xu Jiu finished the sentence for that student with a laugh.

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Well then, if Cao Weidong couldn’t play with specimens anymore, he’d just have to play with Xu Jiu instead. [Yellow heart][Yellow heart]