Chapter 3 The Pink Room
Wang Ba drifted awake, clutching his head. Only after a while did he find the strength to get out of bed.
It was a very small room. Only a bed and a toilet fit inside.
The walls, damp for years, were covered in moss.
The smell was probably terrible. Old Wang covered his nose and stepped into the corridor.
The corridor was long. The light tubes had gone unrepaired for years. The flickering light only made the stretch look darker and more terrifying.
This building was special—many psychiatric patients had been locked here, but after fierce struggle only three remained.
It was like raising gu, with three gu kings left.
Old Wang gave no sign of knowing any of that history. He simply wandered the corridor, looking around.
Soon he saw a room lit with pink light.
His eyes lit up.
He lunged at it like a dog that had spotted shit.
No wonder he was so excited.
The whole room was pink: pink doorframe, pink carpet, pink big bed.
A pure white gauze canopy surrounded the bed. On it were several huge plush toys. In the middle of the toys lay a figure with a curved body.
Long hair covered her face. Her features were unclear, but the graceful lines of her figure rose and fell with her even breathing.
Old Wang snickered, lust in his eyes. His left hand hurried to undo his belt. His right hand was already reaching under the covers.
Xiao Zheng shot to his feet. "That old bastard!"
I quickly pressed him down and smiled, telling him to wait a little longer.
"Wait for what?" His face went red with urgency. "I will not let history repeat itself!"
I hadn't even started to explain.
Old Wang's face, twisting all of a sudden, answered for me.
He let out a strange cry and yanked his hand back as if he had touched a snake.
The person on the bed woke, rolled over, and sat up.
The metal bed frame groaned with "her" movement.
"She" stretched, and at once a huge furry arm unfolded.
The graceful curves were not a young girl's delicate body at all, but "her" excessively developed biceps.
The pink quilt slid down, revealing "her" furry, heavily muscled chest.
This was no young beauty at all. This was a two-meter-tall, bearded, broad-mouthed brute who could kill a bull with one punch.
From what I could see, those size-forty-five jade feet must have been what startled Old Wang just now.
"Who are you?"
The brute noticed the uninvited guest, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and spoke in a voice as tender as a child's—a jarring contrast. "Uncle, did you come to play with me?"