That night, I moved back home.
Diego heard the sound of me opening the door and immediately came to knock on my door.
Looking out from the cat’s eye, Diego was only wearing a pair of underwear, picking his teeth with a toothpick, and smiling very creepily.
“Little beauty, I knew you came home. Come out and play, didn’t you say you wanted to be with me? Are you shy?”
Deshawn was about to rush out with a knife when he was stopped by the hot–headed elderly woman.
“I am seventy years old. I will go first.”
She was stopped by Andres again.
“I was still mentally ill, but I went first.”
The security door opened, and I stood at the forefront.
Diego grinned and took off his pants, revealing a little toothpick, and aimed to pee right in front of my house.
But he hadn’t peed yet, Andres reached down and gave it a shake, still trying to force it out.
Andres said, “Hello, can we get to know each other?” The man was dumbfounded and quickly put on his pants and ran out, cursing as he ran, “Damn, where did this crazy person come from?”
Andres slowly approached him and asked seriously, “Did you eat shit? Your breath is so bad.”
Diego exploded. “Fuck you. Your whole family goes to hell!”
Andres politely asked, “Can I feed you some poop?”
He also took off his pants and really took a shit at Diego’s doorstep.
Diego roared, “Motherfucker!”
He swung his fist and smashed down.
Andres didn’t care at all about what Diego was doing.
He simply took a slipper from Diego’s shoe rack and actually scooped up a pile of poop.
The timing was just right, and the man punched him in the face.
Diego collapsed, screaming and desperately searching for a paper to erase it.
Andres simply held his head and shoved the slipper into his mouth.
“This is poop, it’s delicious, have some.”
Diego fought fiercely with him, inevitably getting his face covered in shit, and he began to retch. Finally, the owner of 901 appeared.
When her husband bullied me, this woman kept watching the show.
At this moment, she opened the door and exclaimed loudly, “Release my husband! Otherwise, I will call the police!”
Andres obediently let go of Diego, holding up the slippers, and politely asked her, “Would you like to eat first?”
He said, and then he took a high–heeled shoe from the shoe rack, stirred the poop with the shoe tip, and generously stuffed it into her arms.
“I gave you everything, but it was not enough for me to pull through.”
The woman screamed and quickly threw her high heels out, then panicked and closed the door.
Diego was dumbfounded and hurriedly knocked on the door, saying, “Honey, honey, I forgot to bring the keys! Honey!”
His wife shouted in the house, “Honey, don’t worry, I called the police, they will come soon!”
