Chapter 49

  The most sensational thing that has happened in this old building for over a decade is not that someone's husband was caught cheating, nor that someone's wife secretly went to get breast implants... but rather that Mrs. Zhang's precious son has gone missing. She drummed up support and asked every single household.

  "Have you seen our little fatty at home?"

  No one gave her a definite answer. Instead, everyone was delighted by her frantic and almost crazy appearance. The indifferent city is always inhabited by indifferent people. Not a single family was willing to accompany her to find.

  The little fatty was found by the street cleaner.

  The rotting corpse of a little fatty was stuck in the sewer, unable to go down, blocking all the garbage and mud. The cleaning worker initially thought it was a dead pig, but when she realized it was the bloated body of a child, her screams echoed throughout the old building.

  A police car came speeding over.

  The old building had never been so lively, with almost every household rushing down to watch. The balconies on each floor were packed with dark heads. When the swollen corpse was pulled up, people's gasps of amazement instantly drowned out Mrs. Zhang's loud wailing.

  Mrs. Zhang sat on the ground, like a madwoman, crying and scolding loudly. She scolded the onlookers, the police, and whoever's ancestors for eighteen generations, then she scolded herself, saying she hadn't taken good care of her son. Her guilt was deep indeed! Mrs. Zhang slapped her own face in front of everyone, hitting it so hard that snot and saliva flowed out, and her fat face immediately swelled up like a pig's head.

  Mrs. Zhang, who looked like a pig's head, became a laughing stock for the neighbors in many days to come.

  That day's commotion downstairs, Youyou wasn't unaware of it. She locked herself in her room, shrinking onto the bed. The noisy sounds from downstairs pierced through the glass window, strongly impacting her eardrums. She covered her ears, yet still heard a muffled voice:

  Take me away from here!

  She screamed wildly, and Little Fatty seemed to be right in front of her, tightly hugging her feet, covered in mud, and said with a tone full of resentment: Take me away from here... She was so scared that she kicked the quilt open, and Little Fatty was thrown off. The floor of the room suddenly turned into a swamp, and Little Fatty's body slowly sank down, he stretched out his hand to her for help, but his mouth kept spitting out mud as he called for help, until he was silently swallowed up by the swamp.

  There is no corpse on the floor.

  She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with a lingering fear, her heart as if it had experienced a tsunami, and she couldn't calm down. Instead, she buried her face in the pillow and let out a sobbing cry.

  That midnight, what A Lian pointed at was actually Xiao Pang's corpse.