I became beautiful by eating melons

In the small, dark room, Kang Guangzong was tied to a single bed with layers of restraints, his eyes were covered with linen, and his face was fixed with a hollow iron mask, unable to move at all.

"Tick."

"Tick."

……

Drops of water fell from the bucket hanging in the air and hit Kang Guangzong between his eyebrows.

Kang Guangzong still had the energy to yell and curse at the beginning, but as time went on, water drops continued to fall between his eyebrows. He could no longer bear it and began to become anxious until he broke down and cried, begging for mercy desperately.

The stench of feces and urine spread throughout the room, and the yellow-white mucus that Kang Guangzong had vomited flowed from the single bed to the floor.

Wang Honghong almost vomited as soon as she entered.

He retreated in a hurry and couldn't help but dry-heave.

Meng Guan, who was sitting in the yard reading a book, didn't look at him and said calmly, "I told you not to go in."

“Shit.” Wang Honghong took a sip of water and rinsed her mouth. “You didn’t tell me it was so disgusting inside.”

Meng Guan calmly turned a page of the book.

Wang Honghong came over and said, "Xiao Mengzi, what did Brother Jiang do to this kid? He looks like he's going crazy."

He howled all night long. When he went in just now, Kang Guangzong didn't react at all. His mouth was open and his whole body was shaking. He was still there, but his soul seemed to be broken.

"Didn't you see the bucket on his head?" Meng Guan put down the book.

Wang Honghong nodded. "I saw it. What does it do?"

He just couldn't understand this point. He had gone through so much trouble to bring the person back, and just locked him in bed without beating or scolding him, and kept eating and drinking. He really couldn't figure out what Brother Jiang meant.

"This is a form of torture. The key lies in the water drops that keep falling on the forehead."

Wang Honghong shook her head. "What happened to the water droplets?"

"The scientific explanation is that there are many nerve endings and receptors distributed in the area between the eyebrows, which are extremely sensitive to touch, pressure and other stimuli, and can produce obvious sensations with just a simple touch."

As Meng Guan spoke, he raised his finger and pointed it at Wang Honghong's forehead. Before he got close, Wang Honghong felt uncomfortable and turned her head away.

"You see, even without touching it, when a person senses that there is a foreign object close to the center of the eyebrows, psychological suggestion will cause pressure and a foreign body sensation, which will lead to discomfort."

Wang Honghong seemed to understand, but after digesting it for a moment, he shook his head again.

"If Brother Jiang really can't stand this kid, he can beat him to death. It would be a relief and save trouble. But it's not pleasant to watch him go through so much trouble. Why?"

Meng Guan glanced at the tightly closed door, lowered his head to continue reading, and said calmly:

"Brother Jiang is trying to drive people crazy. I don't know why, but I suggest you don't ask."

"If you don't want to ask, then don't ask."

Wang Honghong was quiet for a moment, then remembered something and looked up and asked, "Is there no one at home looking for him?"

Meng Guan sneered, "This kid sold his two sisters because he was short of money. When his mother tried to stop him, he pushed her away and she hit her head on the table and died. His father was so angry that he had a stroke. There is no one left in the house except a guard dog who can come to visit him."

"What a beast." Wang Honghong smacked her lips in surprise.

Meng Guan nodded in agreement.

Wang Honghong saw him staring at the old book and asked him, "Where's Brother Jiang?"

"No." Meng Guan answered casually. His fingers paused as he turned the pages of the book. He raised his head and lowered his voice: "Do you feel that there is something wrong with Brother Jiang recently?"

"Something's wrong?" Wang Honghong thought about it carefully, but didn't feel anything was wrong.

Meng Guan further prompted: "Don't you think that Brother Jiang has been particularly silent recently, but at the same time he is suppressing something in his heart?"

He is a science student and his Chinese language skills are not strong enough to accurately describe this abstract feeling.

Wang Honghong was confused by what she heard: "Can you speak some human language?"

"Tsk." Meng Guan put down the book and waved his fingers meaninglessly. "It's just a feeling... like... like a pistol, cold and hard, and it may shoot a bullet that can kill someone at any time."

Wang Honghong had never been to school and didn't understand at all: "Can you say something I can understand?"

Meng Guan was convinced: "I've told you to read some books a long time ago. I've made it so easy to understand."

"Bullshit, guns and bullets." Wang Honghong retorted.

Meng Guan rolled his eyes at him, then thought for a moment, "Brother Jiang is even colder and more silent, and he doesn't smile. It's really scary to look at him."

"Brother Jiang has always been like this." Wang Honghong said, "Brother Jiang is a little special to my sister-in-law, and he doesn't always ignore us."

After Wang Honghong finished speaking, she saw Meng Guan didn't say anything, so she looked up at him.

Meng Guan looked like he was looking at a stupid pig.

"You... forget it, I've made it clear to you, even a sow can climb a tree."

Naked disdain, Wang Honghong was so excited that she rolled up her sleeves and wanted to fight him: "Little Mengzi, if you are tired of living, tell me and I will give you a quick death."

Although Wang Honghong looks thin, he is actually very strong. Apart from Brother Jiang, he is the best fighter among this group of people.

This kid has no father or mother, is used to being wild, and acts without thinking. He is cruel and vicious. Except for Brother Jiang, no one dares to fight him.

Seeing that he had driven the man crazy, Meng Guan quickly changed the subject and said, "Aren't you still going to pick up Zhou Nian?"

As usual, Zhou Nian would go home on Fridays, and Liangzi was not in Beijing, so Wang Honghong took the initiative to take over this task.

Wang Honghong slapped her head, sounding annoyed.

"I forgot and almost made a mistake."

He was in a panic, grabbed the key and ran out.

Meng Guan shouted at his back, "Don't tell Zhou Nian about this hospital. She will definitely tell my sister-in-law."

"You take me for an idiot."

Wang Honghong gave him the middle finger, tilted her head and cursed Meng Guan, then opened the gate without even looking.

The vermilion wooden door creaked harshly.

Then a breeze with a faint fragrance swept across Wang Honghong's nose. His nostrils moved slightly, his head spun along with the fragrance, and he said infatuatedly, "What a nice smell—"

After seeing the person standing at the door clearly, Wang Honghong's pupils shrank suddenly: "Fuck!"

The person standing outside the door was none other than Ye Rou, whom they wanted to hide from others.

With her arms folded, there was no smile on her delicate and charming face, and she looked very cold.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law!"

He suddenly raised his voice.

When Meng Guan in the yard heard this, his hands trembled and the book fell on the table.

The two people's reactions were too exaggerated, and they looked obviously guilty.

Ye Rou narrowed her eyes slightly: "Where's Jiang Chen?"

"Brother Jiang...Brother Jiang is not here."

Wang Honghong was so anxious that her throat split.

With his hands behind his back, he desperately gestured for help.

Meng Guan knew he couldn't escape, so he stepped forward and stood next to Wang Honghong, trying to block Ye Rou's sight.

"sister in law."

Ye Rou looked up at him.

The slightly upturned fox eyes were charming and extremely calm, as if they could penetrate Meng Guan's skin, making him feel cold in his heart: "Sister-in-law, why are you here suddenly?"

"It's not sudden."

Ye Rou turned sideways and stood behind her, and Xia Hua, holding a schoolbag, appeared in their sight.

"I'm here to see someone off."