CH 138.3

The shelf had several rows, all densely packed with discs, and the different types showed that this pile had been around for years.

At the bottom of the pile were the four-square, brick-sized tapes.

Each tape had a label on the spine.

Further up were circular discs, each one marked with a marker.

Bai Lixin headed for the bottom row.

Although the films were stored in different ways, Chairman Huang clearly preferred using tapes.

The tapes were arranged in categories by genus, with each series placed in a box.

On the far left was the oldest series, called “House Dog.”

–[The first time I rescued House Dog, he cried bitterly.]

–[The first time House Dog wore a woman’s dress.]

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There were dozens of tapes.

Bai Lixin pulled out one of the earlier tapes labeled “Under Jealousy” and found the switch to turn on the projection screen.

Chairman Huang’s screen projection was well-equipped to play both CDs and tapes.

He played the tape, there was a picture at the very beginning.

Time was short, so Bai Lixin increased the speed to x32 straight away.

With some electric static sounds, a slightly youthful-looking figure came forward.

—“Ahem, ahem, testing.”

—“Today is the 30th day of following the life of House Dog, and today arrives the jealousy of others.”

There was a crazed and excited look on the boy’s expression as if he had found some new toy.

— “House Dog is such an idiot, he keeps thinking I’m helping him. I’m just experimenting with how jealous humans can be.”

“He’s just a waste in the dust, he is even lower than a bedbug, yet the favored child of heaven looks after him, a bedbug. He thinks he gets warmth from it, but he doesn’t know that the more he is comforted, the more jealous those admirers will be.”

“This is an experiment on the human heart . Let’s experiment with heart knots today, I secretly took a particularly interesting video today.”

After the boy’s introduction, the screen went dark, and then it lit up as the electric static sounds came again.

It was a dark storage room, filled with miscellaneous, scattered objects.

The video was shaky, as if someone was shaking the camera several times.

On the far side of the camera, a boy with messy hair was kneeling on the ground with a long chain around his neck, covered in mud.

He imitated a dog’s posture, moving on his hands and knees. Someone next to him held a whip in his hand, and with each fall of the whip, the boy would tilt his head and bark.

“Hahahahaha.” Fierce jeers erupted from around the room. Someone stomped on the boy’s spine heavily and said ferociously, “You’re an animal, you’re not worthy of being friends with young master Huang, don’t you know what you are!”

“You’re only lowering his value by being around him, you’re not worthy of being friends with him!”

“From today, stay away from him, you piece of shit!”

The boy raised his head, shaking it despite the pain, and said, “No, Huang Xiaolian said we shall come to school together tomorrow.”

“You can beat me, but I will never give up on him as a friend, he’s my best friend.”

The whip fell with more force, and the loud whipping sound was loud amidst the crowded and cluttered room.

“Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!”

“I don’t get it, you’re a bedbug, full of stench; how can you attract young master Huang’s attention? We’ve worked so hard, but young master Huang doesn’t even care!”

Punches and kicks landed on the boy’s body, the students moved so much that they stepped on each other as they moved, and the camera suddenly shook.

The boy who was being beaten suddenly called out, “Stop, don’t kick the school bag, Huang Xiaolian gave it to me. That is a precious gift, don’t spoil it, OK?”

“You’re not worthy to call young master Huang by his name! How can a man as high and mighty as he give you a gift? Fuck!”

The boy’s bitter plea failed to make the others give up, one of them even walked up to the camera and gave it a vicious kick.

The video went black for a few seconds, then lit up with difficulty, followed by a video of the sky spinning.

The camera landed on the ground and rolled several times before it was refocused on the violent group.

One of them bent down and pinched the boy’s battered and bleeding chin. He pulled the boy’s hair and said viciously, “It’s these eyes and this face, it’s this pathetic look of yours that has deceived young master Huang and made him feel pity for you.”

The other boy’s gaze grew crazed. “I want to destroy this face so you can’t use it to seduce Young Master Huang!”

The boy’s face under his hair, although covered in blood, could still vaguely be seen; it was a very fresh and beautiful face.

The boy seemed to be numb from the beating, the whip continued to fall on his body, and the expression on his face suddenly changed. He looked at the camera from the corners of his eyes, his eyes full of happiness.

The person holding the boy’s hair became even crazier as he sneered and grabbed a plastic bottle from the side.

It was the moment he reached the bottle that the boy finally panicked.

He looked at the bottle in the boy’s hand in horror and humbly fell to his knees, begging for mercy. He kept knocking his head on the ground, the force of each blow being so great that the ground soon had a puddle of blood.

“Don’t pour it on my face, please, do it anywhere you like, just not the face!!”

“Please!”

However, begging didn’t work.

The boy coldly opened the cap of the bottle, and several people around him held down the boy, who was suddenly struggling frantically.

The boy tried to escape with all his might, but his body was held in place. Seeing the bottle getting closer and closer to him, he turned to his schoolbag in desperation and silently pleaded for help, “Huang Xiaolian, where are you? Help me!”

The boy next to him sneered, “Young master Huang can’t protect you every time, do you really think you’re some kind of princess, and he is your knight who shows up every time? Stop dreaming, young master Huang is only being nice to you because he takes pity on you. He doesn’t really want to save you, and he doesn’t really see you as a friend. He never scolds us every time he saves you!”

Concentrated acid was then poured down.

Amidst the boy’s heart-wrenching screams and fading vision, he saw the door being kicked open.

The boy smiled in relief before he passed out.

His good friend, Huang Xiaolian, had come after all.

Although the boy was unconscious, the camera was still recording. With a muffled “bang,” an arrogant boy burst into the camera. It was the boy who introduced himself at the beginning of the film.

He looked down at the boy, whose face was a wreck and scorched, indifferently, and at the others around him. They all cowered before him, and then he spoke coldly: “You guys should stop now.”

But that was all that was said.

He took the unconscious boy in his arms and walked towards the camera.

The camera shifted and the video changed from the ground upwards, so it should be because Huang Xiaolian had picked it up.

Then he walked out of the messy room.

There was no punishment given to the violent boys, only a harmless sentence.

The video went black.

With the static sounds, the video lit up again.

The boy reappeared in the shot, looking at the camera excitedly and explaining: “There, that’s the power of jealousy, using charm to turn an admirer into a hater. It’s like faith, watching admirers inflict violence all because of me.”

“I didn’t expect those people to burn his face so quickly; I thought it would be a little later.”

“Now that House Dog is completely broken, the number of people who loathe him will only increase. What will happen if I still stay with him at this time?”

As the boy spoke, the camera turned and faced a bed.

A patient was lying on the bed, with his face wrapped in thick gauze and a tube inserted into his throat. “This is what he looks like now, it’s so pathetic. It’s a bit nauseating, but I’ll keep taking care of him for the sake of the experiment.”

“He must be moved to death, but his death will be even more determined.”

“I really look forward to the story, can’t wait.”

The film came to an abrupt end.

Bai Lixin took the tape out with a gloomy face, his whole body exuding a terrifying aura.

Su Fan didn’t say a word, silently watching Bai Lixin.

Bai Lixin placed the tape back in the box and picked up the next one.

The films took about five minutes each, and with each one, Bai Lixin’s face was one point darker.

The LED lights on the roof kept flickering, and a terrifyingly low pressure kept squeezing the small room.

Huang Xiaolian made so many videos, both openly and secretly. The thought of that hypocritical man sneaking in here to admire his masterpieces was a source of endless rage that kept pouring out of Bai Lixin’s heart.

‘It would be too cheap to kill you, scum.’