Chapter 7

At a corner of an alley near the school, Stinky beat someone until their head was bleeding profusely.

The boy who was beaten was someone who had bullied Stinky in elementary school.

The subsequent perverted rumors about Stinky were all spread by him.

By the time the parents found the beaten boy, Stinky had long disappeared.

The beaten boy perhaps knew he was in the wrong, and in the end didn't report it to the police.

But Stinky's reappearance undoubtedly became a nightmare for the girls nearby.

Especially for my sister.

Because that day, at the corner of the alley, my sister had encountered him.

At that time, his hands were covered in blood, his eyes were also blood-red, his whole body filled with killing intent.

When their gazes met, both of them were stunned for a moment.

Then Stinky suddenly rushed over and forcefully kissed my sister's forehead.

My sister remembered that he kissed very hard, and she smelled a strong stench of blood.

Stinky didn't really harm my sister, after kissing her he ran away without saying a word.

My sister was scared half to death on the spot, stood there dazed for a long time before she reacted, then she collapsed to the ground and cried loudly.

At the front of the alley corner, that boy beaten by Stinky was lying motionless on the ground, almost like he was dead.

My sister told me that she would never forget those scenes.

That night, my sister had nightmares repeatedly.

The content of the dreams always involved a dark tunnel, being stared at fixedly by a man in black, no matter how she ran she couldn't shake him off.

My sister endured through these nightmares until her second year of junior high, and in that year, the infamous rape and murder cases happened here.

A 13-year-old junior high school girl was brutally raped and murdered on her way home from school.

As soon as the incident was reported, everyone thought it was Stinky who did it.

That period was also the most torturous time for my sister.

No matter where she went, wherever she was, she always felt a pair of eyes staring at her.

My sister described to me that the feeling those eyes gave her was none other than Stinky.

Wherever my sister went, there was Stinky!

Fortunately, a month later, the case was solved, the culprit was an unemployed vagrant who committed the crime on impulse after seeing the girl.

But my sister's pain didn't disappear.

From then on, Stinky had become an inescapable nightmare for my sister.

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