Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

"you……"

Zhang Jirong's voice trembled: "What exactly are they going to do to us?"

"It's over..." Zhang Qian's mother muttered, "If she's in a mental hospital... she won't be able to take any medication..."

"That's worse than being killed!"

Bai Li scoffed:

"At a time like this, you're still thinking about touching those things?"

Bai Li had already planned her fate: to throw her into a special ward and let her spend the rest of her life in the pain of her attacks.

He strode over to Big Tiger's side.

[This Tang girl, aside from anything else, is quite adept at feigning death.]

Then Bai Li raised his right foot and kicked the tiger in the belly:

"Wake up."

"Stop pretending to be dead."

After being kicked twice, Da Hu realized that this trick wouldn't work, and immediately opened his eyes.

Upon seeing Bai Li's face, he was so frightened that he covered his head with both hands and shrank back.

"Stop hitting Da Hu..." His face was full of fear. "Da Hu knows he was wrong..."

Bai Li was speechless at his cowardly behavior.

"Alright." Bai Li waved his hand.

"With your IQ, what the hell do you even know?"

Da Hu really couldn't understand what Bai Li was saying.

He instinctively shrank into the corner, covering his head with his hands, afraid that another fist would fall on his head.

Bai Li turned around and looked at Zhang Jirong, her eyes devoid of any warmth:

"Aren't you very lecherous?"

"Seems like you enjoy doing something a little more exciting?"

Zhang Jirong wanted to retort and beg for mercy, but Bai Li didn't give him a chance to speak:

"Since you like excitement so much."

"Then I believe what happens next will be something you'll remember for the rest of your life."

Zhang Jirong's eyes widened, wondering what tricks Bai Li was up to.

Bai Li began giving orders to Da Hu, who was cowering in the corner:

"Stand up."

Da Hu trembled all over, not daring to disobey Bai Li's order, and stood up tremblingly, leaning against the wall.

"Big Tiger," Bai Li looked at him, "don't you want to get beaten up?"

Big Tiger nodded repeatedly: "I don't want to think about it anymore... Big Tiger is in pain!"

"If you don't want to get beaten up, do me a favor."

Bai Li looked at the storage compartment under the coffee table, where there was a small net bag containing a dozen or so glass marbles.

These are probably toys that Tongtong usually plays with.

Bai Li walked over, pulled open the drawstring of the net bag, and took out a marble from it.

He turned around and walked up to Da Hu.

"Reach out your hand."

Da Hu trembled as he reached out his right hand and took the marble.

"You take this."

Bai Li pointed to Zhang Jirong lying on the ground:

"Shove it into Zhang Jirong's pocket... and I won't hit you anymore."

Da Hu stared blankly at the glass ball in his palm.

His mind was working slowly; he was still processing the meaning of the instruction.

"don't want!"

Before Da Hu could react, Zhang Jirong immediately responded:

"No! Big Tiger!"

"If you dare do that, I'll never feed you again! And I'll beat you to death!"

Zhang Jirong felt a chill run down his spine.

He looked at the marble in Da Hu's hand, and then thought about his own tiny mouth, which wasn't even as thick as an ear pick.

He shuddered. How was the young man in front of him any different from a devil?

"Please!" Zhang Jirong wailed to Bai Li.

"Even Zero couldn't handle this!"

Bai Li found it all too noisy.

He raised his foot and kicked Zhang Jirong in the chin.

"Bang."

Zhang Jirong's upper and lower teeth clashed together, and he rolled on the ground in pain, unable to utter a single curse.

Bai Li withdrew his foot and turned to look at Da Hu.

"Look," Bai Li pointed to Zhang Jirong on the ground, "he can't hit you now."

Da Hu held the glass marble in his hand, still hesitating.

He glanced at Zhang Jirong, who was rolling on the ground, and then at Bai Li.

For a child with Down syndrome whose intellectual capacity is only a few years old, this scene would instinctively frighten him.

Bai Li frowned when she saw that he didn't move.

"What?" Bai Li asked in a low voice, "You don't want to?"

"If you don't fill in, you'll end up like him. I'll break both your legs."

Bai Li paused for a moment, then offered a sweet treat:

"If you do that, not only will I not hit you, I'll reward you. I'll give you lots of chocolate."

When Da Hu heard the word "chocolate," his eyes lit up, and he slurped his saliva.

Forced by Bai Li's tyranny and tempted by the chocolate, Da Hu cautiously took a step towards Zhang Jirong.

Zhang Jirong had just recovered from the pain when he opened his eyes and saw Da Hu's fleshy face.

"Don't come any closer..." Zhang Jirong, his mouth full of blood, crawled backward incoherently.

Da Hu stretched out his thick arm, grabbed Zhang Jirong's ankle, and dragged him back.

"Uncle..." Da Hu said in a rough voice:

"Just bear with it..."

Zhang Jirong watched in despair as Da Hu approached step by step.

He frantically clawed at the floor with both hands and shook his head desperately.

But Da Hu was too strong; he couldn't break free at all, not to mention that Da Hu was stupid and didn't understand any prelude...

"Aa ...

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed in the living room.