Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang Chunliang had a strange dream.

He stood barefoot and alone on the beach, listening to the sound of waves hitting the rocks, with the strong, sickening smell of blood at his nose.

He stared at the sea in a daze - no, the flowing liquid was all sticky blood.

The sky glowed an ominous red, and the ocean suddenly began to boil restlessly. Countless human remains gushed out of it, forming a cruel sea of ​​corpses and blood.

A huge whirlpool slowly formed on the sea surface, which was a sign that something was about to rush out of the sea.

Zhang Chunliang did not feel fear in his dream, but only felt a sadness so strong that he could not express it. He felt his whole body trembling.

——He saw that thing. It was a strange creature as big as a mountain, covered with broken limbs and dead bones. It seemed to be covered with fluff, and it was so sticky with blood that it was impossible to tell what color it was. It was fixed in the sea of ​​blood by huge rusty chains and could not get ashore.

The monster slowly opened its eyes, and its scarlet eyes instantly locked onto the tiny Zhang Chunliang standing beside the beach.

Zhang Chunliang did not run away or panic. In his dream, he had an absurd impulse - he wanted to reach out and touch that scary guy.

But his whole body was as stiff as a stone and he couldn't move at all.

So he could only breathe rapidly and look up at the huge monster.

The monster snorted lightly, shook off the smelly and sticky liquid on its body, and then opened its mouth in the burning sea of ​​blood.

"Dad," the monster said in a deep, rich, husky voice.

"Don't be so sad, you're already great."

It moved its huge body, as if trying to get its nose close to Zhang Chunliang. The iron chains on its body, which were twisted like a python, suddenly made a warning buzzing sound, and there were faint flashes of purple lightning.

The monster endured the severe pain and stubbornly moved its body in the sea. Then, it suddenly realized that it was too dirty.

So the approaching movement stopped in mid-air, and blood dripped down its nose, just like a rain falling in front of Zhang Chunliang.

The sound of the water drops became louder and louder.

Zhang Chunliang suddenly woke up from his dream, with a damp vapor still on the tip of his nose.

He looked at the time and it was already 2:30 in the morning.

There was still a heart-pounding sadness in his heart, so he held his heart and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his violent heartbeat.

"Tick-tick--"

The continuous sound of dripping water was very clear in the room. For a moment, Zhang Chunliang thought he was still in a dream.

He sat up puzzled and identified the source of the sound - it was the toilet.

Is the toilet pipe leaking?

He put his feet on the ground, trying to find his slippers.

Then, he stepped into the cold water with a soft splashing sound—his entire little room was flooded.

Zhang Chunliang thought for a moment almost in a daze, repeatedly confirming that he had really woken up.

Then he prepared himself mentally, walked barefoot and calmly to the toilet door, turned on the light and looked inside.

——A silver-blue octopus somehow ran into the sink and turned on the faucet with its tentacles.

At this time, it was covered with bubbles and exuded the scent of the lemon soap that Zhang Chunliang had just bought. If it weren't for the pink tentacles bending and twisting from time to time in the foam, Zhang Chunliang would have found it difficult to even notice that there was an octopus hiding in the water.

Zhang Chunliang watched this absurd scene in silence - he even knew why this guy was taking a shower secretly.

Because before going to bed, he refused to touch its head, which smelled like braised beef instant noodles.

Now, it's too late to say anything.

Zhang Chunliang strode over on the water and grabbed one of the octopus's waving tentacles. Unexpectedly, the soap was too slippery and the tentacles slipped out immediately.

The octopus's tentacles paused for a moment, and then it turned its round little head around. It did not feel the slightest bit of guilt for having done something bad. Instead, it excitedly raised a few tentacles and tried to hook Zhang Chunliang's arm.

With the joint efforts of both parties, he successfully pulled the octopus out of the pond.

He gathered all the tentacles of the octopus in his palms, held the octopus upside down and searched in the toilet for a while, trying to find a container to put it in - the plastic basin could no longer be used, it would definitely escape.

He walked around the poor little home, then opened a pot, threw the octopus in, and closed the lid.

The octopus made a "smack" sound and slapped its tentacles on the transparent pot lid in disbelief, revealing a fragility that came from being bullied too much.

Zhang Chunliang ignored it, took a look at the mess in the room, and sighed deeply.

By the time he finished cleaning up all the water, it was already past 7 o'clock in the morning.

It was almost time to go to work, but there was still a large puddle of water under his bed that had not been cleaned up.

Old buildings are prone to water leakage for this reason. Zhang Chunliang hesitated for a moment and decided to take a day off today and clean the house thoroughly.

He called the person in charge of the construction site several times, but no one answered. So he simply ignored them, put down his phone, and started throwing garbage out the door.

There was a pile of old cardboard boxes at the entrance of the corridor. They were soaked by water. When Zhang Chunliang moved them, the things inside fell to the ground.

Those were some women's items, including underwear, unused cosmetics, some small ornaments and bank cards.

Zhang Chunliang flipped through these things one by one, his brows furrowed tightly.

really weird.

These should be his "wife's" things. He had seen them all on the day he arrived.

So much time has passed, and things that should have been taken away long ago are now placed here like waste.

It's been several days, why hasn't anyone come to pick it up?

Zhang Chunliang suddenly seemed to have thought of something and stopped where he was.

The octopus in the pot couldn't help but lift the lid and stick its head out.

"Bang!" The pot lid was pushed to the ground by his round head, and the octopus fell back into the pot, making its appearance even more conspicuous.

But Zhang Chunliang didn't show any intention of looking at it.

His face turned pale and he was a little dazed. Suddenly, a terrifying guess came to his mind.

——Ever since he started living in this room, he could always smell a bad odor, and he always thought that the odor was caused by his original body's bad living habits.

But today, after cleaning for so long, the stench showed no sign of dissipating.

Where on earth did that stench come from?

He looked at the bed where he had slept for the past few days, was silent for a moment, prepared himself mentally, then strode forward and lifted the mattress.

There is a huge storage space under the bed, covered by a wooden board.

Ever since he lifted the mattress, a pungent stench could no longer be concealed.

He gently lifted the bed board.

A pale-faced, long-haired woman lay quietly in the bed hole. Her eyeballs were covered with a thick layer of white film, and she stared straight at Zhang Chunliang.

So many days had passed, and she was emitting a strong corpse stench, but there was no sign of decay.

The woman clasped her hands over her chest, hugging a letter.

Her belly was bulging, like a full-term pregnant woman.

Zhang Chunliang's mind went blank for a moment and he lost all ability to think.