Evil People Have Their Own Evil Mothers [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 24: The Dark Room Acquired √

Chapter 24: The Dark Room Acquired √

Cao Weidong didn’t answer, simply raising his hand with his palm facing inward, gesturing for Xu Jiu to come closer.

Xu Jiu hesitated for a moment but still leaned in.

The crowd flowed like water, with Cao Weidong standing like a massive rock in the middle of a stream, remaining steadfast as the current divided around him. His shoulders brushed past one person after another. To avoid being swept away by the human tide, Xu Jiu had no choice but to cling to Cao Weidong with both hands.

Cao Weidong bent down, saving Xu Jiu from constantly craning his neck, and actively closed the distance between them.

Seizing the opportunity, he pressed close to Xu Jiu’s ear, took a deep breath, and held it without exhaling.

Still so fragrant.

It was the contradictory scent of thick perfume used to mask the smell of tobacco and alcohol. To others, it might be overwhelmingly pungent, but to Cao Weidong, it was a unique olfactory signature belonging solely to Xu Jiu.

Before this, Cao Weidong had only known the stench of decay from corpses and the acidic odor of chemicals.

Xu Jiu’s eyes shifted sideways, anticipating what Cao Weidong might say.

Cao Weidong caught those secretly peeking eyes. He understood better than anyone—even more than Xu Jiu himself—what Xu Jiu was hoping for, what kind of vile words he expected to hear from his mouth.

Xu Jiu would be provoked and shocked by the words spoken by Cao Weidong, yet the crimson blood encased beneath his skin would surge with excitement at those very words, the thrill seeping through his veins and spreading to every limb.

Cao Weidong knew this better than anyone.

So this time.

Cao Weidong grasped the tip of the ear that had drawn near, hesitated for a moment, as if on the verge of speaking but holding back, until Xu Jiu’s anticipation reached its peak—

He released the breath he had been holding moments before.

A rush of air flooded Xu Jiu’s ear, piercing his eardrum and penetrating deep into his brain.

A wisp of light breath transformed into the sharpest spear, instantly shattering Xu Jiu’s feigned malice and striking directly into his eyes, causing his pupils to contract abruptly and his heart to skip a beat.

Xu Jiu looked at Cao Weidong, whose eyes were like mirrors, stripping Xu Jiu bare and reflecting everything with crystal clarity.

Cao Weidong expected Xu Jiu to react with anger, embarrassment, or even lash out with a sudden slap.

But Cao Weidong’s expectations were also dashed.

Xu Jiu remained calm, as calm as death.

Because—

The feeling of being seen through was truly exhilarating.

Exhilarating to the point of death.

Cao Weidong knew he was being depraved, and he too was hoping for Cao Weidong to see through his depravity, to blow away the thin veil of mist between them with a single breath.

Xu Jiu slowly lowered his head, focusing his gaze between his own legs.

He was hard.

A moment later, Xu Jiu still wore that composed expression, naturally pulling a cigarette case from his pocket. He tossed it in his hand a couple of times before firmly gripping it and waving it at Cao Weidong. I’m going out for a smoke.

Without waiting for Cao Weidong’s response, Xu Jiu turned and walked away.

From behind, Xu Jiu’s departure seemed awkward and stiff, his steps uneven. After just a few steps, he broke into a sprint, darting several meters away before sharply turning and disappearing into the crowd.

The injury assessment is out. Two middle-aged men in police uniforms emerged from the crowd and approached Cao Weidong, slapping an assessment report in front of him.

Pan Yu is willing to pay for a settlement. What’s your decision?

Cao Weidong replied without hesitation, I’m pressing charges.

But he’s willing to pay mediation fees. His family has money so the cost is negotiable. Won’t you reconsider?

Cao Weidong remained unmoved. His next words were spoken as if to himself, his gaze fixed in the direction where Xu Jiu had departed:

I’ll sue him for intentional assault causing disability. I won’t accept mediation. The minimum sentence would be one and a half years.

Cao Weidong gathered his appeal materials and stored them in his black backpack. Inside the bag’s inner compartment were not only a glass bottle but also six thousand yuan neatly stacked.

I have matters to attend to. Thank you.

With those final words, Cao Weidong turned and left.

As evening approached, Cao Weidong walked toward an urban village near the school. The walls of the houses were all marked with large Demolition characters. The residents had already moved out, leaving only empty buildings behind. However, due to a sudden shift in H City’s development direction in recent years, this area had been left in limbo.

Cao Weidong’s first thought upon entering this lifeless, deserted village was: Perfect.

The landlord offered him a cigarette when he arrived. Cao Weidong accepted it and put it in his pocket.

You’re a university student from a prestigious school! Why would you want to rent here? This is just a storage space. If you need accommodation, I have more suitable places over in the resettlement housing area.

Quiet. Cao Weidong didn’t follow the direction the landlord pointed, instead focusing on the increasingly narrow path ahead, weaving between buildings.

Suddenly, the view opened up. The landlord stopped and pointed at a rough, unfinished building before them – clearly constructed just to claim compensation for demolition, without even windows, only a narrow iron door.

We’re here!

Cao Weidong surveyed the surroundings. A few elderly men and women still lived nearby. Looking further out, all the windows appeared as dark holes. Only this area still had water and electricity, which was why those unwilling to move had clustered here.

Cao Weidong entered the storage space and closed the iron door behind him. The landlord tried to follow but was met with a sudden impact as the door slammed shut.

Ouch, are all students this eccentric these days?

The moment the iron door closed, it sealed off all light from the warehouse. The darkness was absolute – reaching out, one could only feel pure blackness, while all sound became isolated.

The surroundings were silent and pitch black, obliterating all sensory input, leaving only the muffled sound of footsteps on the ground to prove the world’s existence.

Cao Weidong imagined throwing Xu Jiu inside, leaving him alone in this space where all four walls and both floor and ceiling were rough, unfinished concrete with exposed gravel.

Would he be afraid?

Would he stand, run, or kneel here, bumping and scraping himself until he was bloody? Would he cry and scream for mercy?

But Xu Jiu wanted to die – he might not necessarily be afraid.

Then how would Xu Jiu behave when locked in here? Would he feel anticipation?

Cao Weidong took a deep breath. Desires nurtured by pain were always particularly satisfying.

Perhaps it was more likely that Xu Jiu would excitedly raise his arms and shout: My turn!

Cao Weidong thought he would surely throw himself against the walls with all his strength. His pink hair would become indistinguishable from black, probably eventually turning red. He would bump and crash repeatedly, smashing himself into a bloody pulp, then excitedly search for his own traces, smearing this madness like red paint all over his body.

Just like when he had taken a hammer dipped in red paint and drawn a smiling face on the warehouse that failed to confine him.

Cao Weidong pulled the iron door open with a backward motion, sweeping his gaze across the room once more. There was nothing—only a narrow brick-partitioned bathroom tucked in the corner where two walls met at the innermost end.

How is it? The landlord lit a cigarette and began boasting, patting his chest: Don’t let the simplicity fool you—there’s plenty of room for you to renovate yourself! You young folks like keeping dogs or cats—this place is perfect for that. No worries about your home getting torn up or disturbing the neighbors. So convenient!

Cao Weidong waved a hand through the air in front of him, dispersing the stifling stench of smoke. Staring into the deep darkness of the warehouse, he said curtly:

I’ll take it.