Apartment for Rent Chapter 13 part1

Needless to say, Bo Yan was not able to fall asleep under such pressure.

However, Bo Yan,  the person who effortlessly won the first place in the idiot competition, has been cowering on top the of toilet since Guo Li entered his room, his head pressed between his knees, his eyes half opened and half closed.

Guo Li walked slowly and with great caution. His two hands formed into fists and randomly blocking in front of his chest. His squinted and blinked non stop as thought he was looking straight into some bright light source.

I knew that's the natural reaction when one was worried that you would suddenly bumped into a corpse, even though that was Guo Li's intent.

Standing in the middle of Bo Yan's room, Guo Li stopped panting. Slowly he turned his head and made eye contact with Bo Yan who was still squatting on top of the toilet.

Guo Li swallowed.

Bo Yan shuddered.

For a long while, maybe two minutes or so, neither one spoke.

I pushed my face closer to the monitor, the scene resemble that of a comedic, low quality theater performance. As thought both actors forgot their lines at the same time, so all they could do was look at each other awkwardly.

But the show must go on, and as the director and the only audience of the show, I could do nothing but to wait unwillingly.

Finally, Guo Li, who came for the purpose of negotiating, was the first to break the silence.
"I... want to... ask for your forgiveness."

Guo Li didn't know what to say, he must thought that the battered and exhausted Bo Yan was mourning for the loss of his lover, Ling Hu, with a broken heart.

"....." Bo Yan wasn't able to speak at all, nor could he comprehend Guo Li's words.

Suddenly Guo Li burst into tears.

He was bawling, but there was no tears. Like a withered tree, he had lost all his vigor.

I understood, he was not crying because of regret or guilt, nor was he trying to gain someone's pity. This was a nervous break down.

A complete and total nervous break down.

That's why, even though there were no tears, his look was that of the deepest despair and hopelessness. He had completely given up, without reserve, except.....

"All I am asking is for you to give me a break. Just give me back Ling Hu's body.... I will give you anything you want...."

He wailed, his voice hoarse.

Bo Yan shuddered, but quickly returned to his loser face.

I knew it... he knew "the other me" killed the damned homosexual....

Bo Yan pointed mechanically toward the bottom of the bed. He said not a word to defend himself.

What use is there to say anything? Only judges and jurors in a Hollywood movie will believe in "multiple personality disorder."

With Bo Yan's permission to touch the body, Guo Li let out a sigh of relief.

Of course he figured out that the body could either be under the bed or inside the closet, assuming he hasn't cut it up into pieces. But there would be no negotiation without Bo Yan's consent.

An inexplicable boost of energy entered Guo Li's half starved body. He scrambled over to the side of Bo Yan's bed, moved aside all the miscellaneous items and shoe boxes used to conceal the body, and hastily dragged out Ling Hu's body. This was no time to be afraid of a corpse.

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Translator's Note:

I am going to be honest. The word counts in this book went from 2K in chapter one to 6K in chapter 12, and 9K in chapter 13. I don't know how many subchapters I will be splitting chapter 13 into, but thought I will just continue to post when I reached a break point so y'all can continue to enjoy.

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