Siheyuan: I live next door to Xu Damao, my last name is Cao

Xu Damao looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, with a barely perceptible smugness flashing in his eyes.

He was like a director hiding in the dark, watching his carefully choreographed farce gradually build to its climax, while the drunken actors on the stage were still unaware.

He knew that everything was going according to his plan, and this seemingly ordinary party was about to become the stage for his revenge.

As the night deepened, the moonlight, like a silver veil, shone through the windows onto the people lying in all directions in the house.

However, this beautiful moonlight could not cover up the smell of alcohol in the house and the conspiracy hidden in the darkness, just like dark clouds in the darkness, quietly gathering in this joyful sky.

A bigger storm is quietly brewing in this seemingly calm night. It is an unsettling silence, like the calm before the storm.

Sha Zhu and Xu Damao were already about 70% drunk at this time. Sha Zhu looked at the people falling down one by one around him and couldn't help laughing and said, "You...you can't drink much either. It's still me and Damao who have to drink."

His laughter echoed in the room, with a hint of drunken arrogance.

Xu Damao's face was full of smiles, but there was a barely perceptible flash of coldness in his eyes, like a cold star hidden behind the clouds in winter, fleeting.

He echoed: "Yes, Shazhu, let's continue."

As they spoke, the two of them clinked their glasses again, and the collision of the glasses made a crisp sound. Some wine spilled onto the table during the collision. The wine sparkled with a strange luster under the light, as if foreshadowing something ominous that was about to happen.

After a while, Sha Zhu felt a pain in his stomach. He patted Xu Damao's shoulder with his hand, and the movement was a little slow: "Da Mao, I... I have to go to the toilet. I drank too much."

Xu Damao also felt the alcohol rising up and felt dizzy. He nodded dazedly: "I... I'll go too."

Looking at the drunk Sha Zhu, Xu Damao sneered repeatedly. The malice hidden in that smile was like a poisonous snake in the dark, spitting out its tongue, ready to attack at any time.

Then he took a bottle of wine in his hand and looked around the house, his eyes like a hunter looking for prey.

Seeing that there was still some uneaten meat on the table, he found a worn-out bowl, scooped the meat into it, and scooped up some broth.

The broth was swaying in the bowl, reflecting the dim light in the room and giving off a greasy luster. The luster seemed a little dazzling under the dim light, as if it was the light of sin.

After everything was ready, Xu Damao followed Sha Zhu out unsteadily.

His steps may seem messy, but in fact each step has its own purpose, just like a carefully planned chess player, every step is preparing for the final decisive blow.

The moonlight sprinkled in the yard, covering everything with a layer of strange silver gauze. The silver gauze was like a mysterious veil, covering up the crime that was about to happen.

The two of them supported each other and staggered towards the toilet.

Their steps were unsteady, and every step they took was like walking on a tightrope. Their bodies were swaying from side to side, as if they would lose their balance at any moment.

The moonlight shone on them, casting two crooked shadows, like two ghosts struggling in the darkness, appearing particularly abrupt in this quiet courtyard.

On the way to the toilet, Sha Zhu muttered: "Da Mao, I'm really... really happy today. We must always be so nice to each other in the future."

His voice was drunken, yet sincere.

Xu Damao raised the corners of his mouth slightly and replied, "That's... That's, Shazhu, from now on... from now on we will be close friends."

But he was thinking about other things in his heart, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes, a look as if his conspiracy was about to succeed, like a cunning fox, spying on his prey in the dark.

Sha Zhu walked while humming a tuneless little tune, his body swaying from side to side and burping from time to time.

The sound of the burp was particularly loud in the quiet yard, carrying a strong smell of alcohol.

Xu Damao followed behind, staring at Sha Zhu's back with vicious eyes, as if he wanted to bore two holes in Sha Zhu's back.

He muttered in a low voice: "Humph, idiot, today is your end."

The voice was low and full of resentment, floating in the night air, but it also tightly entangled Sha Zhu like a curse.

Sha Zhu was staggering along the road drunkenly, his eyes could hardly be opened, and he seemed to be walking in clouds and mist, his body swaying uncontrollably from side to side.

He felt like his bladder was about to explode, and the strong urge to urinate made his steps even more unsteady, like a puppet out of control.

"No, I can't hold it anymore..." Sha Zhu muttered and almost stumbled towards the toilet.

Before he reached the toilet door, he started to unbuckle his belt. His hands seemed to be out of control and he worked tremblingly for a long time. His clumsy movements looked a little funny in the moonlight, but also made people feel inexplicably nervous.

Finally arriving outside the toilet, Sha Zhu rushed in impatiently, looking as anxious as a bird eager to return to its nest.

He did not bother to find a suitable position. In a daze, he listened to the "gurgling" sound, and Sha Zhu let out a long sigh. His body swayed slightly, and he kept muttering: "Comfortable... This wine is... Really enjoyable."

The drunkenness seemed to be discharged from the body along with the urine, but his consciousness was still confused, as if he was shrouded in a thick fog. He was completely unaware of anything unusual around him, nor did he know that danger was approaching him step by step.

Xu Damao was outside the toilet with a sinister look in his eyes. He shook the wine bottle in his hand, and the bottle made a "clang clang" sound in his hand. The sound was like a death knell in the silent yard.

When Sha Zhu came out of the toilet, he greeted him with a smile on his face. That smile looked particularly ferocious in the moonlight, like a demon from hell.

He said, "Shazhu, come on, let's...let's drink some more, let's have a good time today."

Sha Zhu was already drunk and unconscious. When he heard about the wine, his eyes lit up, like a child being tempted. He muttered, "Drink...Drink!"

Xu Damao handed the bottle of wine to Sha Zhu's mouth. Sha Zhu drank it in big gulps like a thirsty man seeing water. The wine flowed down the corners of his mouth and soaked his clothes.

After a while, Sha Zhu's eyes began to become blurred, his body swayed, and finally he fainted with a "thump" and fell to the ground unconscious.

Xu Damao looked at Shazhu lying on the ground and a twisted smile appeared on his face.

That smile was so terrifying, as if it was twisted from the depths of the soul.

He first poured the broth in the bowl into Shazhu's crotch, and the aroma of the broth filled the air.

Then, he stuffed the minced meat into Shazhu's crotch piece by piece, cursing in a low voice as he stuffed it in, "Humph, Shazhu, this is what happens when you go against me."

His voice was filled with resentment and the pleasure of revenge, and every word was like a sharp knife, stabbing Sha Zhu fiercely.

After doing all this, Xu Damao stood up and blew a sharp whistle.

The whistle sounded like the devil's call in the silent night, breaking the tranquility of the night sky.

Not long after, a slight noise came from not far away.

I saw a wild dog, as thin as skin and bones, approaching this side cautiously.

The wild dog's fur was messy and disorganized, like a tangled mass of dead grass.

Its eyes flickered with a faint but heart-pounding light in the dark night. The light was like a ghost fire from the depths of the underworld, exuding endless wildness and greed.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of broth and fresh meat. The wild dog keenly captured this tempting smell and began to twitch its nose constantly, sniffing the surrounding air vigorously.

Soon, it locked onto the target's location - exactly where Shazhu was.

So, it took light and cautious steps, slowly approaching step by step.

He looked just like an experienced and cunning hunter, concentrating fully on launching a fatal attack on his prey.

Xu Damao, who was standing aside and watching coldly, saw this scene and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly rise up, revealing an imperceptible cold smile.

He lowered his voice and whispered to the wild dog: "Go, enjoy this 'delicious meal' that belongs to you."

As if the wild dog understood the meaning of Xu Damao's words, its originally slow pace suddenly quickened and it rushed straight towards Sha Zhu.

At this moment, with the cold moonlight, you can clearly see its bloody mouth dripping with saliva and its rows of sharp fangs.

Under the moonlight, it looked even more hideous and terrifying, like a horrible monster that suddenly jumped out from the bottomless dark abyss, with its fangs and claws bared, trying to swallow the prey in front of it in one gulp.

The wild dog was attracted by the smell of the broth. It ran extremely fast, like a flash of black lightning, and rushed to Sha Zhu in an instant.

That skinny body looked somewhat eerie in the moonlight, and every rib was clearly visible, as if it was a sign of death.

It first stuck out its tongue, which was rough and wet, and greedily licked the broth-filled area in Shazhu's crotch.

The rough tongue slid across the cloth again and again, making an unsettling "rustling" sound. The sound was like the footsteps of death, approaching step by step.

Soon, that place was licked clean, the cloth became wet, and emitted an unpleasant fishy smell.

The wild dog was not satisfied, and began to tear the crotch of the pants, which had been soaked in the broth, with its claws and teeth. Its claws were extremely sharp and easily tore through the fabric. The "hissing" sound was particularly harsh in the silent night, like the scream of a soul being torn apart.

It pulled wildly, and every movement was full of savagery and violence. After a while, the crotch of the pants became torn, revealing the skin underneath, which looked particularly fragile in the moonlight.

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