How terrible can the relationship be in a female college dormitory?

The father of the child was my senior in college. After he got together with another woman, he became an insignificant passerby in my life.

After the surgery, I didn't know how to take care of myself, and nobody could teach me. I downloaded some recipes online and arranged an online consultation with a psychologist, but they didn't really help. I couldn't sleep through the night and felt the eyes of a child peering at me in the dark.

I didn't feel afraid, but rather guilty and helpless.

One night at 2 a.m., I had severe pain in my lower abdomen and struggled to get up and go to the hospital for a check-up.

As I walked downstairs, I saw a middle-aged man feeding stray cats.

He was my neighbor next door.

I wanted to ask for his help, but then witnessed a bizarre scene.

The stray cat he was feeding swayed its limbs and collapsed on the ground after eating. There was a sack next to his feet containing several cats that were unconscious or dead.

I hesitated for a moment, then said nothing. I endured the severe pain in my lower abdomen and left there staggering.

I stayed at the hospital for the whole night. My endometrium had shed and I had bled a lot, but there was nothing serious. I took some medicine and felt much better.

After the surgery, no one could teach me how to take care of myself. I downloaded some recipes from the internet and scheduled an online consultation with a psychologist, but it was not very helpful. I would stay awake all night feeling guilty and helpless, and every time I closed my eyes, I would feel the gaze of a pair of child's eyes peering at me in the darkness.

One night at 2am, I woke up with severe abdominal pain and struggled to get up to go to the hospital for a check-up. On my way downstairs, I saw a middle-aged man feeding some stray cats. He was my neighbor.

I thought about asking him for help, but then I witnessed a shocking scene. The stray cat he was feeding ate the food he gave it and then collapsed on the ground, shaking its limbs. Beside him was a sack, and inside were several other cats that were unconscious or near death.

I hesitated for a moment but didn't say anything. I endured the pain and left the scene. I spent the whole night in the hospital, where I was diagnosed with endometrial shedding and lost a lot of blood. But it wasn't a serious problem, and I recovered significantly after taking some medication.

When I returned to my community in broad daylight with my prescription drugs, I noticed a crowd gathering in a corner. A child was screaming, and the mother was covering the child's eyes. It was a burlap bag, oozing with blood. A security guard used a stick to open the mouth of the bag. Inside were cat pieces that were unrecognizable, a messy clump of flesh and blood.

I think I discovered my neighbor's secret hobby of torturing cats, but I was too exhausted to think about it. I went back home and immediately fell asleep. Little did I know, his true target for torture was not cats, but women.

Speaking of which, I noticed this middle-aged man as soon as I moved in. He was in his forties, with strong muscles and wearing sunglasses every day. He held a metal stick in his hand and tapped it on the ground to identify obstacles. He was a blind man, a strange blind man. Even with his white cane, he walked faster than normal people. Later, I realized that he must have lived in this building for a long time and had a mental map of the entire area. However, what really frightened me was what happened next.

to be continued