Apartment for Rent N Chapter 11: 1\/2 Rat

Chapter 07 – 1/2 Rat

Part 1

I went back to the house with Ying Ru.

We walked side by side and my breathing was no longer ragged. I would even unconsciously match her pace.

Was I no longer afraid of Ying Ru? That would be a grave error.

I just felt really close to her, or more accurately, feeling accepted.

Have, I, not, reached, the, end, yet?

The feeling of approval made

admire her uncontrollably, even the way she breathed.

But I was still terrified of her.

Because that was the source of my admiration, the origin of my accord.

“I hope we’ll get to do this more often.” I said while waving her goodbye in front of the stairs.

“We will.” Ying Ru replied, smiling softly like usual.

Ying Ru went back to her room.

And I returned to observing my screens.

Strange questions filled my mind as I watched other tenants slowly returning to their rooms one after another.

Question one.

If Ying Ru invites

to her room for coffee, would she drug

like she did to the others?

“Definitely. I was afraid of her for a reason. She always knew how to catch

by surprise. She wouldn’t care that I hadn’t reached the end yet.” I raised my hand, answering my own question.

Which ans I still have to keep denying her lethal invitations.

Question two.

Ying Ru said that she could see the end. Was she a psychopath? Or exceptionally gifted? Or a bloody liar?

“Or perhaps she just didn’t wish to reach the end of the path herself, thus deciding to go crazy?” Raising my hand, I argued against myself.

Unfortunately, the process of logical deduction doesn’t work on the likes of Ying Ru, especially since I don’t know how many other obscured theories of life she held sacred. Perhaps she has one that dictates “life is a constant experint”, or perhaps there is one that says “the silent abuse is a noble form of character,” or maybe she has the habit of making shit up?

While incoherent thoughts continued to plague my mind, old man Zhang ca back. He drank the nasty, disgusting expired milk at twelve past seven. Bo Yan ca back at eight, and finished the leftover noodles from last night at half past nine. He dropped dead in front of his PC at twenty to ten. Mr. Wang and his daughter ca back at half past five. It was now eight past ten, still a while till Mr. Wang’s epic struggle.

I only introduced a low dosage of aphrodisiac in old man Zhang’s drinks, because I had to “control” when he was going to explode. The first few tis, the dosage had to stay low. It just needed to stimulate his imagination for now, but when the mont cos, I’m going to ignite it with a bang.

Which was why old man Zhang had to spend his night in tornt, writhing on the floor listening to Miss. Chen’s moans. It only took him half an hour before he decided to take the telescope to the rooftop.

Whenever a person’s mind is fixated on only one thing, their behaviour becos extrely predictable. Old man Zhang is the perfect example of that. His every move is wrapped by an invisible wire called sex. I only need to sit down, plug my ears with my fingers and light the fuse, and old man Zhang would be blown sky high.

Since Mr. Wang had yet to swallow the pills, I went to check on Ying Ru. (She was taking a shower, completely oblivious to the young man sitting on the bathroom stall next to the big black plastic bag. Afterwards, she started typing comfortably lying on the bed.) So I went downstairs, entering Bo Yan’s room.

Bo Yan left the chat window open on the PC; ssages kept popping up, eagerly awaiting his reply.

After I moved Bo Yan to the bed, I sat down in front of his PC and entered a few random ssages. The sender seed to be a girl Bo Yan t online, called “Cat on the piano.”

I never chatted with soone online before; I was too old for that. But I knew the symbols on the keyboard, and the “enter” key. Besides, I specially went to the bookstore a few days ago and got myself a bestseller on online friendship: “The first intimate contact”. In order to completely destroy Bo Yan, I had to do my howork.

“Beep… Are you asleep? :(”

Eew, Bo Yan, a bloody university student called himself Dododog.

“Yep… I just discovered another … :)” I typed.

“^_^ Another you? What is that?”

“The other

just went to sleep, this

is like a recently hatched butterfly. It is a strange feeling.”

“I don’t understand :P”

“This is the new ! The old one was like an ugly, ordinary caterpillar. But now even the way I breathe has transford! ^_^”

“Hoho… That sounds amazing… Is it because you t ?