DNDAS

Chapter 100: You Mean You Understand?

Zhuang Qing carried Fu Li home and then stuffed him into the quilt. Looking at the way he lay on the bed with his belly facing up, Zhuang Qing shook his head wordlessly. Truly a stupid yao spoiled rotten by his elders.

Cold wind arose. He walked to the windows, closed them, and pulled the curtains shut.

Zhuang Qing left the guestroom. Standing along the corridor, he gazed at the luxurious crystal chandelier in the living room. Suddenly, he covered his face with both hands and rubbed his face with all his might.

Zhou Nan was a shut-in addicted to games. For other shut-ins, even if they disliked social interaction and chose to stay home all day, they would still have fixed income from work such as writing, drawing, translation, various kinds of online livestreaming, and so on. But Zhou Nan was different. He was only fond of nesting at home and relying on the inheritance his parents had left him to pass his days. He spent every day seeking self-satisfaction by killing people in-game or posting sensationalist comments beneath all sorts of news articles to vent his dissatisfaction with life.

However, he discovered that some inconveniences had appeared in his life recently. In the middle of the night, the sound of a woman crying and cursing could be heard from the toilet, and he constantly dreamed about his family's elders scolding him. He didn't take these seriously, but unexpectedly, bruises started appearing on his legs and buttocks a few days later. As long as he sat on a hard stool, he would experience unbearable pain. He mustered his courage to go to the hospital for a check-up and even spent a considerable sum of money on the physical check-up. In the end, no problem was found. Angered, he went online, cursed doctors for being liars, and then posted about his recent experiences on a certain supernatural forum.

Unfortunately, the post he sent out did not attract the attention of other netizens. His post was very quickly pushed down the front page by the other posts. He was a little disheartened, but also had no other option. On that night, the strange sound of the woman crying in the toilet intensified. All eight generations of his family surrounded his bed, cursing and hitting him. He couldn't sleep well at all the entire night.

The next afternoon, he pulled the covers over him and was about to catch up on sleep when the doorbell rang.

He got up from the bed with some impatience. Massaging the aches that had spread to his waist, he pulled open the door with a scowl and half-awake eyes. "What do you want? I don't buy insurance and purifiers."

"Comrade, sorry, we've disturbed you."

Only then did Zhou Nan notice that the speaker was wearing a police uniform. He looked quite amiable though, was he a civil policeman from the local police station? He felt a bit nervous. Had his curses on the internet been reported?

"I-Is something the matter?" Zhou Nan glanced at the two men behind the civil policeman. The one on the left was around 1.8m or 1.9m and had a figure men would be envious of. His looks were also the aggro-pulling sort. So what if he was good-looking, wasn't he just a neighborhood policeman following behind a senior civil policeman? Zhou Nan couldn't help but think. The man on the right was slightly shorter and had a smooth, bald head. It was fortunate that he appeared kind, otherwise passersby might call him a hoodlum when he walked on the streets.

"No, we're just knocking on doors to conduct interviews on public opinion," The civil policeman took out his identification. "Sorry for the disruption."

Zhou Nan, who cursed people unceasingly on the internet, was the non-provocative type in reality. Seeing that the policeman had taken out his identification, he hurriedly opened the door and took two steps back. "Please come in, please come in."