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"You really don't want to listen to a few stories from me to get some inspiration?"

The Guanglin Apartment manager looked at Tan Wenjie standing in front of him.

Ever since the other party suddenly came to his door, he felt that things were going in the wrong direction. The residents in the building who were being targeted by "that person" used to only meet once every ten days or half a month, but today they started to run into each other frequently.

He wasn't afraid of the man in front of him at all.

"Not interested in."

"what?"

“I mean, there’s no need,” Tan Wenjie said with a smile as he turned around. “I prefer to experience things for myself.”

"..."

The apartment manager hesitated, unsure whether to say something, but he felt that the other person's experience included his current situation.

Especially when those eyes were staring at him, he felt as if he were facing a tiger descending from the mountain.

At night, Cui Shanya, who lives in room 907 of Guanglin Apartment, gets off work.

During the day, she talked about marriage with her married colleagues, which made her very hopeful.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door; there was only one person who could be looking for her at this time.

Sure enough, her boyfriend was standing outside.

"Haojun?!"

"Didn't I tell you not to contact me?" The man named Haojun burst in, furious. "Now everything's over. My wife and kids know!"

Choi Seon-ah exclaimed with delight, "We can fly far away!"

She had been hiding herself all along, but now that she's been exposed, she can take advantage of the conflict between the couple and become their mistress.

The man didn't speak, he just looked at her with a cold smile, until Cui Shanya couldn't resist and lowered her head to avoid his gaze.

"I'm going to hide here for a while. Remember, never tell anyone that I'm here."

"Yes, don't worry."

Choi Sun-ah took the clothes her boyfriend handed her, carefully hung them on the coat rack by the door, and promised that she would never reveal the secret to anyone.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. She sat on the sofa with her arms crossed, and couldn't help but smile.

Her boyfriend's predicament doesn't mean she's in a predicament too. On the contrary, living with her boyfriend is the life she's always dreamed of, and she hopes this can last a long time.

"Knock knock!"

The sudden knocking startled Choi Seon-ah, who was immersed in happiness.

She got up and went to the door. Looking through the peephole, she saw a familiar face.

That handsome, somewhat outgoing foreign neighbor.

The other person seemed to notice her looking outside, looked up, smiled, and waved.

Choi Seon-ah looked back once before opening the door.

The door was only a crack open.

She asked cautiously, "Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I heard that you need to bring rice cakes when visiting your neighbors." The other person was holding a plate of long rice cakes, all in unopened packaging. "Please take care of me in the future."

With his bright, sunny smile and handsome looks, she simply couldn't think of a reason to refuse.

"Thank you."

Choi Seon-ah took a serving of rice cake and was about to close the door.

One foot suddenly darted into the door and got stuck in the crack.

"Can I use the restroom?"

"Can't!"

Only after I finished shouting did I realize that my behavior was a bit off.

Fortunately, the other party did not force their way in.

"Also, I heard that a man killed his wife and child after his wife found out he was having an affair," he said. "I was questioned by the police when I went out today, but you know I'm a foreigner, I don't know any locals and I can't understand their language. Apparently, the woman he was having an affair with lives in Guanglin Apartments."

What you said was quite fluent.

"I'm sorry." Choi Seon-ah's heart was pounding. She had no time to pay attention to those details.

Another bold guess has emerged.

My boyfriend rushed over today, it wasn't just a simple argument, it's very likely he accidentally killed his wife and children.

"Please wait."

Choi Seon-ah hurriedly turned around and went back to her room to get a roll of toilet paper, which she then slipped through the crack in the door.

Congratulations on moving to your new home.

After saying that, he slammed the door shut.

Choi Seon-ah leaned against the door, panting heavily, as if she had just completed a dangerous mission.

"Sun-ah, don't tell anyone I'm here, okay?" The voice came from the bedroom.

"Don't worry, I definitely won't tell anyone."

Even though her boyfriend had committed murder and the police were after him, she would absolutely, positively not tell anyone that he was here.

The voice came again: "Sun-ah, don't tell anyone I'm here, okay?"

"understood."

Choi Seon-ah answered, glancing towards the bathroom where she could see a swaying reflection in the glass.

"Haojun?" she called tentatively, and the sound of water stopped abruptly.

A figure on the glass suddenly pressed against the door, a pair of hands pressing against the glass, as if spying on her from the inside.

Her heart was pounding wildly.

"Sun-ah, don't tell me about what happened here..."

"Sun-ah, don't..."

Choi Seon-ah's eyes widened. She sensed something was wrong and walked step by step toward the bathroom, grabbing the doorknob and slamming it down.

Click, the door is pushed open.

The bathroom was dry, the shower was off, and there was no sign of the person she had just seen; it was as if nothing existed.

But as she left the bathroom, the image of someone taking a shower reappeared on the glass, and the sound came again.

The eerie feeling was like a lump of rice stuck in her throat, forcing her to swallow it down with a "gulp," followed by a tightness in her chest.

Knock knock, the knocking sounded again.

She immediately went to the door and looked out through the peephole. Who else could it be but her boyfriend, Haojun?

If the person outside is your boyfriend, then what is that taking a shower in the bathroom...?
"Haojun!" She opened the door and welcomed him in. "There's someone in the bathroom whose voice sounds exactly like yours."

Her boyfriend, Haojun, frowned and quickened his pace toward the bathroom.

Just as he grabbed the bathroom door, he suddenly turned to look at Shan Ya, and even the shadow on the bathroom glass door turned its head as if it were staring at her with the same eyes.

“Sun-ah, didn’t I tell you not to tell anyone that I’m here?”

……

"boom!"

Tan Wenjie stood in front of the tightly closed door, holding rice cakes in one hand and toilet paper in the other.

Indeed, the customs of each place are different.

Giving rice cakes was Zhou Xiaoping's suggestion, a custom she came from watching Korean dramas. But giving toilet paper as a housewarming gift?
Feeling uneasy, he went to the next house to say hello.

The elevator goes down.

Room 708.

When the real estate agent opened the door, he was wearing a pair of cleaning rubber gloves and had a foul odor. He warmly invited Tan Wenjie to his home.

Tan Wenjie stood at the door and looked inside. Judging from the interior decoration, it was clearly a man living alone. Considering his act of buying a doll as a wife, it all made perfect sense.

In this bizarre apartment building, real estate agents are among the few humans who can communicate normally.

Why are you dressed like that?

"The drainpipe is suddenly blocked, it might be something..."

After searching the kitchen sink for a while without success, the real estate agent turned around and knelt down in front of the bathroom drain to try again.

I won't bother you any longer.

"Let's have a drink together next time." The figure in the glass suddenly pressed against the door.
The real estate agent said something polite, watched Tan Wenjie close the door and leave, and then continued to reach into the sewer to continue his work.

"hiss--"

He gasped for breath and pulled his hand back.

The rubber glove was torn with a long gash, and there was a bloody line on the back of his hand. But what really made the real estate agent's eyes widen was not his injury, but a clump of a woman's hair pulled out of the drain.

He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

I've always lived alone; no woman has ever been in this house before.

Click, it's a very familiar sound.

It seems the silicone doll's mechanical joints are old and worn out, causing them to twitch.

The lights in the room flickered on and off. The real estate agent slowly stood up and saw a familiar figure on the living room sofa.

The silicone doll he sent back to the factory for repair, his "wife," was sitting on the sofa with her back to him.

Snap! The joint twisted again.

The silicone doll suddenly turned its head 180° and stared straight at the real estate agent.

"what--!"

……

As soon as Tan Wenjie approached room 604, he smelled a very familiar musty odor, indicating that the evil spirit in this room was even more rampant than the one in the previous occupant's home.

Raise your hand and knock on the door.

"Who?"

The door was opened by a chubby boy who looked at Tan Wenjie with a wary and timid expression.

As the door was opened, a strong musty smell wafted out.

Tan Wenjie looked past the chubby boy's shoulder and behind him; the boy he had seen downstairs was sitting on the sofa.

“I’m a new neighbor, I live in 504,” Tan Wenjie handed the rice cake to the chubby boy. “I heard that in your country, people bring rice cakes when visiting their neighbors. I hope you’ll take care of me in the future.”

The chubby boy was a bit socially awkward. He blankly accepted the rice cake, unsure of how to respond.

He clearly didn't realize that some people's politeness and deliberate attempts to get closer weren't out of friendliness, but for a bigger purpose.

"It's you!" The boy sitting on the sofa stood up to greet him.

His initiative to speak made the chubby boy breathe a sigh of relief, and he stepped back to hand over the conversation space to the two of them.

The boy who took the initiative to greet me was an international student. He had returned to China and contacted his former classmates to find a place to stay, but he couldn't find anyone willing to take him in. After much trouble, he finally got in touch with his classmate, Little Fatty, who lived in Guanglin Apartment.

They rarely communicated when they were in school, so the fact that the other party agreed to let him stay there surprised him for quite a while.

Who would have thought the environment was so bad? The house was covered with all sorts of moldy patches, and the musty smell made his nose itch constantly.

Since we're already here, we might as well make do for one night.

Seeing Tan Wenjie now made the boy breathe a sigh of relief. He seemed like a friendly foreign friend. It would be great if he could stay at his place for one night; it would definitely be much better than here.

"Hello, I am Tae-hoon."

After Tai Xun expressed his thoughts, Tan Wenjie said, "You can stay at my place, but my neighbors are a bit noisy, if you don't mind."

Tae-hoon quickly shook his head: "I definitely won't mind. I have earplugs, and I'm a very heavy sleeper and hard to wake up. As you can see, the environment here is a bit..."

When talking about the environment here, Tae-hoon consciously lowered his voice.

The environment here can't even be described as dirty and chaotic. If this were a filming location in a neighboring island nation, it would at least be a source of material for specific themes like garbage collectors and the imprisonment of beautiful girls.

"As long as you don't mind the noise."

"Zai Shi, I'm leaving now." Tae Hoon quickly turned around and pulled his suitcase. The suitcase wheels were somehow entangled in mycelium, and when he dragged it, spiderweb-like mycelium was pulled out.

Suppressing his discomfort, Tae-hoon said, "Jae-seok, call me if anything comes up."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Having finally found a new place to stay, he didn't want to linger for even a second longer.

Little Fatty Zaishi sat on the sofa, holding rice cakes without saying a word.

Her eyes, hidden beneath her tufted hair, watched the two figures disappear into the distance.

"Dad, Mom, are you saying they hate us?"

The mold in the room spread rapidly like a rising tide, quickly taking over the entire wall and devouring the furniture and appliances in the house.

The ceiling light was swaying, and the unstable voltage caused it to flicker.

The rice cake in the chubby boy's hand was also infected by mold, becoming soft and mushy, and emitting a stench that made people want to vomit.

He took a bite of the rice cake, mechanically chewing the moldy rice cake, the crumbs mixed with wriggling mycelium.

"Mom and Dad, they're so rude!" The chubby boy puffed out his cheeks and chewed loudly, sending crumbs of spoiled, moldy rice cake flying everywhere. "They actually looked down on you!"

Gudong!

He swallowed it forcefully.

You can see a large lump bulging in his throat.

That pockmarked face was quickly covered by festering acne scars.

The mold climbed outwards, extending to the doorway of room 604. The mycelium formed messy palms, as if trying to grab the doorknob and rush out.

But a powerful force shook the bacterial plaque apart, followed by the violent slamming of the door.

"Oh!"

……

"Oh!"

The door to room 504 opened, and Tae-hoon, pulling his suitcase, immediately turned his head left and right to look around as he entered.

Fortunately, although the environment here is also quite ordinary, at least there are no disgusting bacterial patches.

"Excuse me, is my room located in...?"

"This way?" Tan Wenjie pointed casually, paused, and then said, "I rarely use other rooms, you can choose any one you like."

"Thank you," Tae-hoon said quickly.

Looking at Tan Wenjie sitting motionless on the sofa, Tai Xun forced himself not to move.

First, it was impolite to move around carelessly. Second, he always felt that Guanglin Apartment was very abnormal, with a strange, deathly atmosphere permeating everything from the apartments to the residents.

He drifted off to sleep, and in his hazy state, he seemed to hear children running, jumping, talking, and sobbing.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The knocking on the door was very urgent.

Tae-hoon sat up abruptly and realized that he had fallen asleep on the sofa, his forehead completely soaked with sweat.

The children's noise seemed to be coming from outside the door. He looked around but couldn't see the foreign friend who had let him stay. However, the knocking became more and more urgent, urging him to hurry over.

Looking through the peephole, it seemed like there were a few children jumping around outside the door.

Tae-hoon opened the door, wanting to tell the children not to make noise at night, as he had been worried all day and needed to rest.

Unexpectedly, several children suddenly pounced on him, their innocent faces turning into bloody, mangled grotesque figures.

"what!"

Tae-hoon was startled and accidentally stepped on something while backing away.

Staggering, he finally lost his balance and sat down on the ground.

His buttocks hurt, and the pain even radiated to his tailbone. The fall was quite severe. He wanted to see what had tripped him up.

Looking up, I realized it was a white children's dance shoe.

Are there any children in this house? No way. The foreigner who kindly let them stay here just moved in.

"Didn't I tell you to wait outside? If you're bored, go chase after your idols. Me? I'll make my move tonight."

A familiar voice came from behind him, and when Tai Xun turned around, he saw Tan Wenjie talking to thin air in the distance.

Oh no, something's wrong here!
Tan Wenjie walked over and looked at Tai Xun with a puzzled expression: "Did you just open the door?"

"What?" Tae-hoon asked instinctively.

Tan Wenjie reminded him, "Look at your legs."

"leg?"

Tae-hoon looked down and noticed a red stain on his calf. It didn't look like an injury; it looked more like a child's handprint.

He was startled by his own thoughts.

Upon rolling up the trouser leg, sure enough, there were many small handprints.

Tae-hoon immediately thought of a possibility: when he was backing away just now, he might not have tripped over that white dance shoe, but rather he was grabbed by the legs by little hands and thrown to the ground.

Because no matter how you look at it, it looks like a child's handprint, as if the child was gripping very tightly.

"Gulp, did you...did you hear me?" Tae-hoon's teeth chattered.

Just now, he heard an even more terrifying story.

"What?" Tan Wenjie asked in confusion.

"Welcome, new friend." Tae-hoon's pupils reflected Tan Wen-jie's image.

Several short, black figures were perched on its back. (End of Chapter)