"What's the matter? Are you a woman or something? Why are you flooding the bathroom?" The flashy young man kicked the bathroom door with a long leg clad in tight leather pants.
A moment later, the sound of water came from inside.
The skinny man got up, walked to the bathroom, and slapped the door. "Hey, Brother De, did you shit your pants? Are you taking a shower in there?"
Click!
Eleven o'clock.
Lights out.
In Room 1102, the card players sighed, tossed down their cards, and climbed into their beds without even bothering to wash up.
The air reeked of feet, sweat, and bad breath.
"Creeeak-"
Just then, the bathroom door opened.
Zheng De, sporting a full beard, walked out with one hand braced against the door. He was soaking wet, as though he had just been hauled out of the water.
Drip!
Drip!
"It's fine. The pipe broke, so I was fixing it. I didn't hear you talking."
The flashy young man clicked his tongue and was about to speak when he suddenly saw Zheng De's entire head droop down to his chest, as if he were performing a stunt.
He rubbed his eyes, only to find Zheng De's head back in place. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
"As long as it's fixed. There's water all over the floor... forget it, we'll mop tomorrow. I'm exhausted. Goddammit, I'm going to bed." The skinny man yawned and headed for his bunk.
As he passed Zhang Bin, he saw him still sleeping with a stack of missing person notices in his arms and snorted. The man was a complete lunatic.
Splat... splat...
Resting with his eyes closed, Zhang Bin heard Zheng De's heavy footsteps inching toward him, one step at a time, like a sack of rice soaked through