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Chapter 15: Brother, You’re So Perverted
[Translation By Divinity]
Dong Jianren had finished checking the second floor. Although he didn’t want to encounter the crazy old man again, he had come this far and had to press on.
Reaching the third floor, he was surprised to find no sign of the old man. Moreover, the third floor no longer consisted of wards. He came to a room with its door wide open, filled with various paints and drawing boards. This must have been an art classroom.
Stepping inside, he saw old drawing boards piled up in the corner. He casually flipped through a few, vaguely making out the somewhat grotesque paintings on them.
‘As expected of mental patients, their creative talents are beyond my comprehension as a normal person.’
Closing the drawing board and waving his phone screen, a lifeless face suddenly appeared in his sight, startling him. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was just a plastic model.
‘Damn! If someone with a weaker heart saw this thing at night, they’d probably need a change of pants.’
The plastic model was blocking his path. He tried to move it aside but found it wasn’t hollow and was quite heavy, feeling like he was holding a real person.
Laying it flat on the ground, he took a closer look at the model’s face. Some patient had clearly played a prank on it, painting it with various colors. He also noticed a name written on its bald head: Dean Niu.
Looking further down, he saw the model’s entire back was covered in all sorts of insulting words.
‘Sure enough, bosses are the most hated beings in the world, even mental patients think so.’
There were traces of the words on the model’s back being wiped off with clothes, but even more insults were densely packed on top of the wiped areas.
Imagining the scene, the dean must have discovered the insults scrawled on the model’s back by the patients. After angrily wiping them off, other crazed patients quickly filled the space with more.
Just then, a painting with a style completely different from the other drawing boards caught his eye.
He bent down and walked closer.
To be precise, it wasn’t a painting but a cardboard filled with writing.
The neat and rounded handwriting made it hard to believe it came from a mental patient.
But Dong Jianren quickly dismissed that thought because the content written on it was something a normal person wouldn’t write.
[The monster with four eyes is still waving its tentacles! I saw it! It ate Tutu’s head. The white jar is still spitting fire! Wherever it points, blood spurts out! The black horse can never get enough to eat! My good friends were all put into its belly!]
[Tutu? Didn’t Grandpa Niu eat Tutu? Why is someone else fighting for food?]
Dong Jianren looked at the perplexing writing and finally sighed.
‘I didn’t realize there was also an abstract expressionist mental patient here. Mental patients sure have broad minds!’
Dong Jianren scoffed inwardly.
Just then, a noise came from outside.
Bang, bang……
Dong Jianren, walking out of the art room, initially thought the sound came from the first floor. But when he stepped out, he realized it was coming from a room at the end of the third floor.
He carefully approached and saw it was a bathroom.
Dong Jianren cautiously stood at the door and called out, “Old man… Little sister? Is that you?”
He thought the sound was from the crazy old man he had seen earlier, but after calling out, there was no response, and the sound abruptly and strangely disappeared.
Looking at the dark bathroom, Dong Jianren swallowed hard.
‘This is so damn like a scene from a horror movie where an idiot character goes looking for trouble!’
Then, a series of confusing actions unfolded. He first raised his phone, sticking his arm into the bathroom while keeping his eyes on the live stream page.
– Wild West Pimp: “Holy moly! The streamer is using us as bait!”
– Teletubby Loves Chrysanthemums: “Oh my god! This bastard has no conscience!”
– Can’t Get on the Jobs List Even If I’m Famous: “Bullet comments shield me! Come and save me!”
…
Seeing the screen filled with curses directed at him, Dong Jianren feigned comfort.
“I’m a streamer who loves my fans. I’m letting you guys experience this first! No need to thank me!”
He stared intently at the screen, not daring to blink.
Soon, he confirmed there was no one or anything strange in the bathroom.
Relieved, he didn’t dare to look down at the live stream comments, afraid of the “kind greetings” from his viewers. He stepped directly into the bathroom.
Inside, there was no unpleasant smell; instead, a faint scent of candles filled the air. The first thing he saw was the vanity with a large mirror above the three sinks.
When he looked into the mirror, he felt a sense of unease. The mirror was covered in cracks and dust, with crimson writing scrawled in paint. Staring at the familiar handwriting, the cardboard filled with writing in the art room flashed back into his mind.
[Kill you all! Kill you all! Die! Die! Die!]
‘Damn! How much resentment is there?’
Of course, thanks to Dong Jianren’s series of questionable actions, the resentment wasn’t limited to the person who wrote those words. The resentment brewing in his live stream audience was probably comparable.
He wiped the mirror with his hand. Perhaps due to the angle, his reflection was very blurry, and Dong Jianren couldn’t even be sure it was him.
He slowly turned the faucets. The first two were broken. When he turned the third one, a gurgling sound came from the pipe, and soon a viscous liquid flowed out.
Looking at the bright red sink, Dong Jianren’s heart skipped a beat.
‘Holy shit! That… that couldn’t be blood, could it?’
He reached out and caught a bit of it, bringing it closer to his eyes…
“What a prank! It’s just paint! Scared the hell out of me.”
Just as he was cursing the prankster in his mind, the strange thumping sound echoed behind him again, twice.
He took a deep breath and walked towards the source of the sound, holding up his phone. He opened the bathroom stall doors one by one.
Slap! Slap! Slap!… Thump!
He kept opening doors until the last one, where the familiar thumping sound reappeared.
Just as he was about to yank the door open, it suddenly swung towards him, slamming into his face.
Falling to the ground, he clearly saw an old man in a hospital gown giggling as he ran out of the bathroom.
“Brother, you’re so naughty! You’re a big pervert! You’re going into the women’s bathroom! I won’t let you catch me, you pervert! Hehehe!”
Dong Jianren, dazed from the door hitting his face, could only curse.
“Damn it!”
He reached for his nose and felt blood all over his hand.
“Shit, this lunatic! Ouch, that hurt!”
Slowly getting up from the ground, Dong Jianren saw the screen filled with mocking comments.
– Elderly Young Pioneer: “Ooh la la, brother, you’re such a pervert!”
– Two-Faced Black Tiger Pure Love Boiling Sheep: “Thumbs up for the sister’s brave act!”
– Mountain Monkey with the Nicest Butt: “Gotta say, grandpa’s legs are pretty white!”
– Jiangnan Leather Factory Boss Yellow Crane: “Streamer, are you selling wallets? The kind that even perverts can use.”
– Jiangnan Leather Factory Boss Yellow Crane’s Sister-in-Law: “Brother-in-law, you ran off and left me behind! Take me with you.”
……
Seeing the viewers relentlessly mocking him, Dong Jianren didn’t dare to retort. After all, he was the one who had tricked them first.