Why Can’t They Smell Her Rotting
Chapter 2
The rotten stench instantly made my stomach churn!
But why did none of them, including my daughter, seem to notice anything?
"Mom, what are you doing here?"
"My roommates have been taking great care of me. In a few more days, I'll be able to go out for class again. You really didn't need to come."
Lost in a daze, Clara walked over and took my luggage.
Although she said I didn't need to come, her eyes were filled with surprise and emotion.
In the past, I had been too strict with Clara, which made our relationship not very close, but I knew she deeply craved my approval and love.
Her roommates were also very welcoming, inviting me to join them for hotpot.
I realized that as long as I didn't mention the smell on Clara and trigger their hostility, I could get along with them.
Coupled with my accidental death in the previous life's argument, I decided to hold back for now.
I would investigate the source of the stench without provoking any conflict with them.
The next day, I went straight to the hospital for a check-up, and the results showed my sense of smell was perfectly fine!
I even conducted multiple confirmations, ensuring that what I could smell was exactly the same as what any other normal person could smell.
This meant the stench definitely existed.
It was just that I could smell it, but Clara and her roommates couldn't.
Thinking this, I immediately bought strong-smelling items like perfume, durian, and stinky tofu, planning to test their sense of smell when I got back.
I placed these items in different corners of the apartment.
But I quickly found that the foul odor emanating from Clara had already permeated the entire room, completely masking all other scents. This test was pointless.
Even if their sense of smell was fine, there was no way they could detect the things I'd hidden.
Just as I was about to collect the items and put them all together, Clara suddenly rushed out of her room.
"Mom, what's that awful smell?"
My heart leaped with joy.
"Clara, you can smell it too?"
Clara's brow was deeply furrowed.
"It's choking me! How could I not smell it?"
I immediately grabbed her hand, eager to take her to the hospital to investigate the source of the stench.
But Clara quickly pushed me away, strode to the corner, pulled a box of stinky tofu from behind the curtain, and glared at me accusingly.
"Mom, my roommates are really clean. Why would you secretly put stinky tofu here? Are you trying to attract rats?"
Before I could respond, Clara's roommates returned from class.
The moment they walked in, they pinched their noses, looking disgusted.
And within two minutes, they had found everything I'd hidden.
"Ma'am, we respect you a lot. Please, could you show us some respect too?"
"If you want to stay here and take care of Clara, please don't bring such smelly things back again!"
My scalp prickled.
What was going on?
They couldn't smell such a strong, putrid stench, yet they could smell durian that hadn't even been opened?