Chapter 2

When I got home and didn't see Anne Mills, I took a shower and went back to my room, locking the door behind me in the process.

She didn't get back until 9:00 p.m., and as soon as she did, she cursed at me in the living room.

The cursing was just the same profanity, and I was immune to hearing it.

I don't bother to go out and confront her, I let her scream outside, tired from a long day, headphones on, and no one is going to bother me.

The next day I packed up all my stuff and locked the door to my room before I dared to leave the house without worrying, who knows if she would do something while I wasn't home.

When I got home at night, a pungent smell of urine hit my nose, especially at the entrance to my room, where the smell was the heaviest.

It's the height of summer, the living room windows Anne Mills won't open, there's no ventilation at all, and the air is filled with an acrid smell of urine that could make you puke.

It doesn't take much to figure out that Anne Mills was responsible for this despicable tactic.

I went straight to knocking on her room door and Anne Mills came out with her hair disheveled and sleepy eyes fuzzy, looking like she'd just woken up with a look of impatience on her face.

"What do you want?"

I pointed to the still-drying urine stains on the door of my room.

"You did this, didn't you?"

Anne Mills rolled her eyes and didn't acknowledge it.

"Do you have proof? With that you're saying I did it? How come I don't smell it."

"I'm telling you, don't slander me ah, talk with evidence!"

This kind of justified look, if it were another person, I am afraid that she would have been angry with a heart attack!

It's a good thing I have a strong heart, otherwise I wouldn't be able to take her "denial" face.

After that, she started accusing me again, "I haven't said anything about you yet, what time is it now, did I say not to make any noise after nine o'clock, are you unable to understand human language?"

She has this bossy look that makes me really want to hit her, it's impossible to communicate with people like that.

I didn't bother with her much longer, mopping the floor several times and spraying a lot of perfume to cover up the pee smell.

I thought she didn't like perfume. I'm going to spray it! I'd like to see how arrogant she can still be.

Anne Mills pinched her nose and yelled at me, "Are you sick? Who gave you permission to wear perfume?"

I picked up the perfume, pressed it hard against her, and said, "Your mouth stinks so bad, I'll deodorize you."

Anne Mills was so angry she tried to hit me, and I just flicked her wrist and she winced in pain.

That's all you've got, and you still dare to clamor with me?

After giving her a little lesson, Anne Mills stopped acting up for a couple of days, and she only dared to stare at me while I ate conch chow in the living room.

I thought she had finally subsided, but I didn't realize that within a couple of days, I noticed yellow curds on the towels I had hanging out and smelled them, and they stank.

God damn it, is this my towel to wipe my shit with?

Usually I hang the towel in my room just in case she gets into another whole mess, and this time I was in such a hurry to get out of the house that I casually hung the towel to dry on the balcony railing.

I didn't think she'd let me down and actually do this disgusting thing.

I didn't bother questioning her this time, it doesn't make sense to reason with such unreasonable people.

In that case, let's see who's the bigger scoundrel!

That night I ordered dozens of packs of stinky fart bombs, the power of this stuff should not be underestimated, I used to play with it when I was messing with people, it was huge and stinky!