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"They found out so quickly?"

Little devils have their own ways of being controlled.

Tan Wenjie sat in his office receiving "performance reports" from the group of ghosts holding ghost certificates. As long as the visa was extended for a period of time, the little ghosts would rush to carry out his orders without hesitation, just like the accomplices of his pet ghosts.

"This is a place the commander has been to before."

A little ghost respectfully handed over a document, but his eyes were fixed on the ghost certificate next to Tan Wenjie's right hand.

Even though it hasn't been officially issued or stamped, getting one can extend your lifespan and allow you to exist on earth a few more days.

"South Korea?" Tan Wenjie glanced at the information, somewhat surprised.

His gaze continued downwards, settling on a line of text.

"Guanglin Apartment".

Guanglin Apartment was once the headquarters of the cult Guanglin. After it was completely destroyed, it was converted into an orphanage, but another disaster killed the orphans and then it became Guanglin Apartment.

It is said that there are unclean things in the whole building. Some people say that they have seen ghosts in it, and others say that the chances of encountering ghosts will increase if you live there.

In short, if you want to live... stay away.

……

With time running out, Tan Wenjie set off lightly.

Because she loved watching TV dramas, Zhou Xiaoping had worked hard to learn Korean and volunteered to act as a translator when she learned that Tan Wenjie was going to South Korea.

“Anita Hosayo, Saranghae, Kamsamitta…”

Zhou Xiaoping huddled next to Tan Wenjie, tilting her head to look at the everyday Korean conversation manual in his hand, trying hard to review.

"Hello sir~" A flight attendant approached and greeted him, "Is this your first time in Korea?"

Tan Wenjie gently raised the everyday conversation manual in his hand and nodded in reply, "Yes."

"I'll be arriving in South Korea in the next few days and resting. Please feel free to contact me if you need any help."

It was the same familiar way of striking up a conversation, along with a small note with contact information.

"Thank you."

The flight attendant left gracefully, while Zhou Xiaoping, who was floating nearby, curled her lip, rolled her eyes, and mimicked her in a strange tone: "You can contact me anytime if you need anything. So what if you speak Korean! So cool!"

She made a face at the flight attendant, clearly annoyed.

Unexpectedly, another flight attendant came over immediately, left her contact information using the same method and script, and then left without a word.

Zhou Xiaoping turned to look at Tan Wenjie. Apart from being handsome, having strong magical powers, and being rich, this guy didn't really have any other advantages.

Upon arriving at the airport, the first thing Tan Wenjie did in front of the trash can was to take out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"You didn't keep a single one?" Zhou Xiaoping said in surprise.

She admitted that she had underestimated Tan Wenjie a little. As expected of a "celestial master" who was capable of great things, he was not tempted by beauty at all.

Tan Wenjie retorted, "I've already gone abroad, why would I still need to find fellow countrymen?"

Zhou Xiaoping: "..."

She retracted her previous assessment.

“But people here really like plastic surgery.” Zhou Xiaoping caught up with Tan Wenjie and gestured on her own body. “And this, this, and this are all fake.”

"I usually drink pesticides like sparkling water, so what's a little silica poisoning?"

Zhou Xiaoping blushed instantly: "Silicone...poisoning?! Hey, where do you want to eat it?"

When she turned to look at Tan Wenjie, she realized that he had already gotten into a taxi.

"Wait for me!"

Being a ghost and not being able to fly is already pitiful enough; chasing a taxi on foot in a foreign land would be even more pitiful.

As Zhou Xiaoping got into the taxi, panting, she heard Tan Wenjie say, "Guanglin Apartment."

Her authentic Korean pronunciation made her unable to resist leaning closer to stare at Tan Wenjie.

"You really learned it, right on the plane? You must be a god, hahaha, how could that be?" She was amused by her own guess.

Although she hadn't been a ghost for very long, she knew many ghosts, but none of them had ever seen a deity.

After laughing, Zhou Xiaoping suddenly fell silent and tentatively asked, "You wouldn't really be like that, would you?"

Tan Wenjie: "..."

How mentally unstable must he be to chat with a ghost in a taxi?

The driver glanced at him twice in the rearview mirror, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

“I know that place is haunted and used to be a cult stronghold,” Tan Wenjie said. “I’m a horror novelist and I’m currently gathering inspiration.”

The driver, reluctantly accepting this explanation, nodded and headed towards Guanglin Apartment.

The car was parked downstairs at the apartment building.

The 15-story building exudes a distinctly cold and gloomy atmosphere as you approach it, and the sun overhead feels like a light in a refrigerator.

"So lively?" Tan Wenjie looked up at the apartment.

It was densely packed with many things.

When she turned to look to her side, Zhou Xiaoping was already so frightened that she shrank to the side, trembling.

"Master, I...I..."

"Wait here."

Tan Wenjie strode towards the apartment.

The apartment was empty, with almost no signs of anyone living there.

But a few seconds after he stepped into the apartment building with his left foot, a man appeared in front of him.

"Hello, I'm the building manager." The man looked at Tan Wenjie with suspicion. "You're not a resident here, are you?"

Tan Wenjie didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stared at the other person for a while before saying, "Oh, it's like this. I heard that Guanglin Apartment is haunted, so I wanted to move in to find inspiration... I forgot to introduce myself. I'm a horror novelist."

"This... I'm sorry," the administrator shook his head in refusal. "Your condition is probably... oh, sir?"

Before he could refuse decisively, he saw Tan Wenjie turn and leave.

"What's wrong?" Tan Wenjie stopped and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

The building manager asked, "Weren't you moving into the apartment?"

“Yes, but you refused,” Tan Wenjie said. “You’re just an employee, I certainly can’t put you in a difficult position.”

administrator:"……"

This is the first time I've met such a thoughtful person, so why can't I feel happy at all?

Reflecting on his work, the administrator quickly said, "Actually, you can still move in."

"Let's forget it. I heard there's a mental hospital called Gonjiam, and it's said to be haunted," Tan Wenjie said understandingly. "Besides, your Guanglin Apartment is just a small operation, and its reputation is not as good as Gonjiam."

This time, the administrator fell into a long silence. In the past, he would avoid talking about ghosts for fear of scaring people, or he would deliberately use people's curiosity to only tell them half of the story and let them come to him on their own.

How come the situation has completely reversed today?

“If you want a suitable writing environment, Guanglin Apartment is definitely the best choice.” The manager said very sincerely, “This place used to be the headquarters of a cult, there was a fire here, and there were many murders here.”

"That sounds pretty good," Tan Wenjie nodded.

Seeing that he had changed his mind, the administrator breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course, this place is perfect for someone like you."

"I don't have much money on me, could you lend me some?" Tan Wenjie pointed to the surrounding environment, "Look, it's been in disrepair for years, and there are so many empty houses, they're just sitting there anyway."

Worried that Tan Wenjie might leave again, the administrator immediately nodded and approved: "Of course!"

A haunted apartment, the manager would rather let people move in without charging them, it doesn't seem normal at all, but for Tan Wenjie, it's normal, that's what matters.

That's normal, he's not coming yet.

"Room 504." The building manager, fearing something might go wrong, immediately pulled out a key. "Perfect for writing. If you have any questions about this apartment, feel free to come find me."

"No need then, thank you for your kindness." Tan Wenjie took the keys and walked towards the elevator.

Watching his retreating figure, the building manager felt something was amiss. He'd seen literary creators looking for material before—novelists, horror comic artists, and so on—all interested in the various legends surrounding the apartment, but this was the first time he'd encountered one so refusing to communicate.

However, thinking about his job, the administrator sighed.

What's the point of thinking so much? I hope this goal will satisfy him.

……

Ding, the elevator door opens.

There was a woman standing inside.

The moment their eyes met, Tan Wenjie nodded in greeting.

As they brushed past each other, Tan Wenjie suddenly said, "I'm a new neighbor, in room 504. I'm a foreigner and don't know much about this place."

The woman stopped: "I live in 907."

The other person didn't seem to enjoy chatting with strangers here; they seemed a little nervous while speaking.

Tan Wenjie, who had just stepped into the elevator, watched the other person leave. The apartment manager, who had been standing not far away, had now vanished without a trace.

The elevator door closes and goes up.

5th floor, 504.

The key was inserted into the lock, and with a "click," the door opened.

Tan Wenjie raised his hand and fanned himself in front of him; there was a very familiar musty smell.

He was too lazy to even go to the bedroom or bathroom; he plopped down on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

"Giggle-"

The child's laughter came from downstairs, accompanied by the sounds of running and jumping. After a while, it turned into muffled crying, intermittent and irregular.

Knock knock, there's a knock on the door.

He got up and went to the door, looking out through the peephole. There was nothing there.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of something crawling on the ground behind me, and a gust of wind blew by.

Tan Wenjie turned around again and saw that all the windows in the room were closed, and the fan and air conditioner were not on. The gust of wind came out of nowhere.

He remained expressionless, having witnessed similar situations far too often and becoming immune to them. However, remembering his ultimate purpose in coming to this apartment building, Tan Wenjie forced himself to get into character.

Knock knock, the knocking sounded again.

Looking out through the peephole again, I saw several children with their backs to the door of room 504, as if they were staring at something.

"Click!"

They all turned their heads 180 degrees and stared wide-eyed at the cat's eyes.

Tan Wenjie: "..."

To be fair, in terms of sheer horror, it's not as scary as those little ghosts who have issued their own ghost certificates. It's just that in South Korea, the competition is less intense.

"Ah!" He just realized he should be scared.

He put all ten fingers of both hands into his mouth, widened his eyes, and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The little devils: "..."

Such exaggerated acting; it doesn't seem to have scared anyone.

I've finished my work with the ghosts, so I can leave the mess to the other ghosts. Anyway, this building has everything, except for little ghosts.

In the blink of an eye, the little devils disappeared.

"Was that just my imagination?" Tan Wenjie muttered to himself.

The air was tense just moments before, but it became peaceful again the instant he finished speaking.

The entire apartment building seemed to be alive.

And he is now wandering inside this living building.

Tan Wenjie wasn't in the room. The things here are very good at hiding, as if they have their own separate space, making it difficult for outsiders to do anything.

As he left the room and prepared to take the elevator downstairs, he happened to run into another resident inside the elevator.

The other person was carrying something wrapped in cloth. When they saw someone come in, they nodded awkwardly and moved back to make room.

Tan Wenjie glanced at the thing a few times, finally fixing his gaze on a silicone arm that was sticking out of the black cloth.

"I'm a new resident," Tan Wenjie greeted him. "I live in 504, I'm a novelist, and I'm looking for inspiration."

“708, real estate agent,” the other person replied.

Upon reaching the first floor, the real estate agent quickly left with the doll in his arms. As a gust of wind blew by, the black cloth was lifted, revealing the doll inside.

"Clap!"

The doll's head fell off and rolled to Tan Wenjie's feet.

"Excuse me."

The real estate agent jogged back and picked up the silicone doll's head.

His little secret had been exposed, and he blushed, a rare occurrence for him.

"girlfriend?"

My sister-in-law doesn't seem to be a local.

The real estate agent, seemingly resigned to his fate, didn't try to hide anything and instead offered to explain: "That's right, because living alone is quite lonely."

Tan Wenjie nodded: "I understand."

The real estate agent exclaimed in surprise, "You like this too?"

Tan Wenjie waved his hand: "Hahaha, how could that be? I'm so handsome, I don't lack girlfriends at all, okay?"

Real estate agent: "..."

He shouldn't have asked that question; he hates handsome people who show off.

"But at least I appreciate your understanding," the real estate agent added, trying to salvage the situation.

Tan Wenjie shook his head again: "I don't quite understand."

"..."

But Tan Wenjie's attack didn't stop: "The doll you chose is so ugly."

Forget it, let's all die here today!

Just as the real estate agent was about to fly into a rage for the sake of the child, a young man carrying a suitcase walked by.

His gaze swept back and forth between the two men on the scene and the terrifying silicone doll with its head severed.

In this country, the strict hierarchy of seniority is almost pathological; young students bow and greet others the moment they speak, asking, "Excuse me, is this Guanglin Apartment?"

"Yes."

The student said, "I'm looking for Zai Shi, who lives in room 604. I'm his classmate."

“Oh, that kid,” the real estate agent nodded in realization. “He’s become very negative ever since his parents died, and he hasn’t left the house in a long time.”

More and more people are seeing their "wife" these days, and it's too late to silence her. So why not just get rid of this wife and buy a new one?

He also has self-respect. He can be criticized for being ugly and poor, but he cannot accept being criticized for having poor aesthetic taste.

"It's on the sixth floor."

"Thank you."

The students took the elevator upstairs, leaving only two people and a silicone doll staring at each other on the first floor.

"I have something to do," the real estate agent hurriedly said before leaving with the baby in his arms.

As they left, the doll's gaze darted around, finally settling on Tan Wenjie's face.

Tan Wenjie: "Tonight is really lively." (End of Chapter)