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Chapter 4 Diary
Zhou You hesitated for a moment, then chose 'Don't save'.

The reason is simple: so far, the process of this instance is not long. According to online novels, it is probably less than three chapters. He can remember such a small amount of information and then go through it again without any changes.

However, if you save your work here, and if you accidentally missed something before, there will be no way to undo it.

After opening the door, the old woman didn't say anything more. She simply took the master key off the keychain with trembling hands, handed it to Zhou You, turned around, and left.

However, Zhou You keenly noticed that the old lady did not walk step by step like a normal person. Instead, she would lift one leg high and put it down heavily, then lift the other leg and put it down again, repeating this action repeatedly.

"Both legs should be prosthetics? And very rudimentary wooden prosthetics at that?"

Zhou You stared at the figure gradually disappearing into the darkness, his brows furrowing slightly.

This could be one of the clues to escape, but it's not relevant for now.

It's not needed right now, at least not.

So in the end, he shook his head, turned around, and stepped into room 304.

When you turn on the light, the first thing you see is a ruin.

Or rather, a scene even more tragic than ruins.

The ground was a mess of all kinds of garbage—waste paper, dirt, and rotten food scraps filled every crevice, making it impossible to even find a place to step. The walls were covered with large patches of mold, the red, green, black, and white colors creating a surreal and bizarre scene.

There is a window at the very back, but
Zhou You stepped forward and deftly pulled open the curtains, which were also covered in mold.

—As expected, no light penetrated.

All that was in front of him was a wall made of red bricks and cement.

The heavy bricks and stones were like an insurmountable chasm, blocking any possibility of escape. Zhou You tapped on them slightly and could only hear a dull echo.

Judging from its thickness, this is not something that can be opened with bare hands. To break through this wall, you would need at least an impact drill.

"Is this supposed to be beginner difficulty? That's a bit much, isn't it?"

Zhou You spat, but despite his words, there was no trace of regret on his face.

He simply turned his head and glanced around the room once more.

It was still the same filthy environment, with mold covering even the bed and desk, looking no different from the rest of the place.
Wait, the desk?
Zhou You frowned and shifted his gaze over there.

In the corner of the room, a small desk was discreetly placed against the wall. It was quite old, with one of its legs broken off and propped up by a stone. A candle was lit at the innermost part of the desk, but it was hard to see due to the angle.

Although the mold was still there, unlike the rest of the room, there wasn't much dust on this desk.

This also means that someone must have used this thing. "But the question is, who exactly was the user?"

Zhou You rubbed his chin, deep in thought.

Some unknown person, the previous tenant who had long since died tragically somewhere, or something else.
That monstrous old woman?
Zhou You stared at the table for a while, but finally cautiously walked forward and gently placed one hand on it.

The table didn't turn into some indescribable monster, nor did it suddenly grow a bunch of sharp teeth, nor did it suddenly swarm with a huge number of maggots.

He could tolerate the first two; at worst, he'd die once. But the last one...
I'm sorry, everyone has one or two things they can't accept.

After confirming there was no danger, Zhou You first checked the drawers.

Unfortunately, there was only a bunch of messy crumpled papers inside. He randomly unfolded a few and found that most of them contained a bunch of incoherent short phrases, while a few were wrapped with bloodstains, vomit, and some murky, foul-smelling, suspicious slime.

There still seems to be no clue.

Most people would have given up on this pile of stuff and looked for something else, but Zhou You was different. He meticulously unfolded all the crumpled papers and laid them out on the table.

Little by little, he removed the mere liquid-stained trash, leaving only the paper filled with words. Yet, the record before him was utterly chaotic—incoherent and nonsensical was an understatement; only a mentally ill person could possibly understand what this person was writing. But Zhou You silently memorized every single word, and then…
Scatter everything in your mind, then reassemble it.

After a simple piecing together, Zhou You found a pen and, at lightning speed, copied everything onto the blank space behind the paper.

A tattered diary gradually emerged from his hands.

May 8, weather unknown.

I've been living in this house for three months now. My savings are long gone, and I've borrowed from all the relatives I could. My parents think I've joined some kind of pyramid scheme or fraud organization—and honestly, I wish that were true. But they have no idea that the place I'm in now is more terrifying than any pyramid scheme or fraud organization.
May 8, weather unknown.

The new tenant downstairs called the police, and sirens wailed outside the building all day, but not a single police officer came in. This is quite normal, since the place called "Building 4, Unit 4 of Garden Community" doesn't even exist. How could the police be dispatched to a place that doesn't exist?

May 8, weather unknown.

Sure enough, the tenant who called the police was identified. To serve as a warning, the landlady gathered us together for a tenant get-together. The man was hung in front of us like a pig about to be slaughtered in the countryside. The landlady took a rusty knife and carefully demonstrated the method of 'live organ harvesting' to us. However, what was even more horrifying was that, the landlady didn't know how she used, but the man didn't bleed much. Even though his internal organs were almost completely removed, he was still alive, and he was still screaming in agony.
May 8, weather unknown.

I can't get a single penny left. I've taken all of my parents' savings, and they've even sold their house. All my relatives and friends have blocked me. My health is deteriorating, and I'm even having difficulty walking. What can I do? I'm going to die if this continues.
On July 8, the weather was sunny.

—Unlike before, this diary entry only has six words.

Just six simple words.

—I have to escape, I absolutely must escape.

(End of this chapter)