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Chapter 604 Electricity (10,000-word update complete)
With the small body that was now possessing him, Zhou You naturally had no chance to resist and was forcibly pulled inside.

Then the door closed, leaving behind only a bunch of regretful whispers.

Due to the sudden change in light, it took Zhou You several seconds to see the interior of the room clearly.

Well, it was basically the same scenery he had seen before, chaotic and disorderly, like ruins—but the difference was that there was also a foul stench permeating the air—like the smell of a lot of food piled up together, rotting and fermenting.

Of course, what's even more eye-catching is the fat man in the middle.

An enormous fat man.

At first glance, this guy probably weighed five or six hundred pounds, wearing only a tattered pair of shorts, his upper body completely naked—however, unlike the other fat men he'd seen before, this guy's skin had almost completely lost its basic function, and his white, flabby flesh dragged on the ground, making him appear...
It was like a mop covered in grease, extremely disgusting.

As for this guy's head, it had long since shrunk into a layer of fat, and besides sweat, it was covered with the meat paste from the meal he had just eaten. However, this guy didn't even bother to wipe it off, and just stared straight at Zhou You.

His eyes were like those of a wolf that had been starving for days.

Zhou You remained calm and slowly brushed off the dirt, saying...

"What are you going to do?"

The fat man first tilted his ear, as if trying to hear whether the thing outside had gone far—then he smiled at Zhou You.

"Don't be so nervous. Although the master's eyesight isn't very good, his hearing is still excellent. If he finds you in my room, we'll both be dead. By the way, have you eaten anything? This half bowl... Never mind, you probably can't handle such delicacies. I'll go get you some separately."

After saying that, without even getting Zhou You's permission, the fat man dragged his body of fat—literally—into the kitchen next door.

Zhou You could vaguely see that there seemed to be a tube connected to the fat man's belly, but it was too well covered by fat to be clearly seen.

Soon, the fat man brought out a plate of unidentified substance.

—The thing looked like an exposed tumor, covered with long black hair, and the flesh inside jiggled irregularly with the fat man's movements.

Faintly, faint screams and shouts could still be heard.

".What's this?"

"Normal food?" the fat man said matter-of-factly. "I didn't have much of this left, and I wouldn't have taken it out if you hadn't done me such a big favor."

Zhou You silently poked it with his fork, and the next second, the thing seemed to jump to the side as if in pain.

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Seeing that Zhou You was hesitant to make a move, the fat man said eagerly.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Zhou You shook his head.

So, the fat man couldn't wait to grab the thing, stuff it into his mouth, chew it haphazardly a few times, and finally sighed with satisfaction.

"How long has it been since I've enjoyed this kind of normal food? Alright, we've already gone through the formalities. Just ask me whatever your questions are."

Zhou You stared at the empty plate and suddenly spoke.

"Who are you? And why are you imprisoned here by that 'master'?"

"Is this your first question?"

The fat man scratched his bald head, but continued speaking.

"As you can see, I'm human just like you, only a little bit fatter. As for the second question..."

He suddenly smiled.

“We’re not imprisoned—of course, we did make a mistake, but how can I explain it to you? At least becoming residents of this building was our own choice.”

What do you mean?

The fat man sneered.

"There are so many monsters outside, and strange creatures that wander in from the wilderness every now and then. You live in constant fear every day, so you might as well seek the master's protection and live a peaceful life here."

After saying that, he pointed around.

"Although the room the master gave us is pitifully small, there's plenty of food and drink, and we don't have to worry about our lives while living here."

Zhou You didn't listen to those endless praises.

His attention was focused on only a few words.

'There are so many monsters outside,' 'I live in constant fear.'

Even though Blood Rain Record was in such a terrible state, it wasn't to the point where monsters roamed everywhere and people couldn't even live a normal life.

So, what exactly happened in this world?
Seeing the fat man babbling incessantly, Zhou You knew he couldn't ask this question now, or he would immediately expose his abnormality. So after thinking for a while, he suddenly interrupted.

"Let's get down to business. You said you could help me get out of here. How do we get out?"

"Hey, don't rush, there's still plenty of time." The fat man tilted his ear again, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face—probably because the tall, thin figure had already left—and then he said, "Well, it's fine. According to the rules set by the master, one must keep one's promises. It's no problem for me to tell you."

He gestured towards the door.

“The exit of this apartment building is usually changing, but you’ve got a lucky break. Today is the master’s day off, so there’s a fixed route. After you leave this room, just follow the black stains straight ahead. Turn back at the third bend, then walk a little further until you reach the second bathroom. There’s a ladder there that leads directly to the power room. Once you’re in the power room, you can exit through the emergency exit.”

Zhou You looked at the other person's face, carefully trying to determine if it was a lie—after a long while, he lowered his head and said.

"Thank you very much, brother. I won't bother you any longer."

Otherwise.

Just then, the fat man suddenly spoke with a smile.

"Wait, what are you planning to do?"

"Go find an exit, what's wrong?"

Unexpectedly, the kind-looking fat man suddenly revealed a ferocious smile.

"You've misunderstood something. I only said I'd help you find a way out, but I never said I'd guarantee you'd get out—I went through all that trouble and took all that risk, just for this fresh meat of yours—"

But before he could finish his roar, he was suddenly taken aback to discover something.

There was no one in front of him.

Did they run away?

Immediately, the fat man shook his head vigorously.

Impossible. I clearly saw that guy had a crippled leg and could barely walk. How could he have slipped away right under my nose?

so
Where did they go?

However, at that moment, he suddenly felt a strange touch from behind.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw that someone had already moved behind him and even climbed up behind him with those thin, bamboo-like hands.

Immediately afterwards, a cold face appeared before my eyes.

There was no emotion whatsoever—no tension, no fear, not even excitement.

Normally, it's as if you're just climbing a ladder.

Then, using that thick, layered fat as a fulcrum, he swayed sideways, and delivered a backhand elbow strike—

The next moment, he was hit hard on the side of his head. Although the force was not great, it still made the fat man feel dizzy and disoriented!

The reason is actually quite simple.

Zhou You's current body is indeed dilapidated, but his experience remains, especially his knowledge of the key weaknesses of the human body.

The problem was, the fat layer on his body wasn't for nothing. This attack, which would have knocked an ordinary person unconscious, merely shook his head, then stretched out his large, fan-like hand and reached for Zhou You—

But he found nothing again.

As he turned around, someone floated up as lightly as a willow catkin, and when he looked again, they were on the other side.

Then, with force, he aimed at a certain spot on the abdomen and slammed it down again!
This almost made the fat man throw up everything he had just eaten!

Someone is like a slippery loach; you could easily crush it, but every time you're about to make a move, it always manages to slip away by the slightest margin.

The fat man knew that with the opponent's injuries, if the fight dragged on, he would definitely win. However, the master had only been gone for a short time. If he made too much of a commotion, who knew if the old man would come back and kill him?
—Damn it, I don't want to go down there to make batteries!
Thinking of this, the fat man's actions became even more frantic.

Those fan-like hands moved back and forth. For him, taking a few blows was no problem—although he didn't know how the other party did it, each blow was excruciating, and he felt as if the fist had hit him to the bone marrow.

But what's that old saying again?

—I can make ten thousand mistakes, but you can only make one!
Finally, in the midst of this intense struggle, Zhou You's stamina gave out first. The fat man found an opening and managed to hold down the bamboo-like body—but just as he was grinning and about to crush the ant, he suddenly saw someone's face.

As always, nothing has changed.

Wait, that's not right.

Very wrong!
Unfortunately, by the time he realized what was happening, it was too late.

Before anyone knew it, the fork on the table had fallen into Zhou You's hands—and then, in the blink of an eye, it had already pierced the fat man's eye socket!
Under the pain of having his eye gouged out, the fat man was about to scream in agony, but he immediately suppressed all sound, only staring at Zhou You with his surviving eye open, looking like a madman.

That's quite something; he never expected that the duck he was about to eat would turn around and bite him back—but it doesn't matter.

I only lost an eye, but this bastard deserves to die!

He tightened his grip, but the person only sighed.

"Its vitality is indeed quite tenacious, but it doesn't really matter."

--What?
While the fat man was stunned, Wan Ren had already slipped out from between his other hands, and then without hesitation, he gripped the man's chin and thrust it straight at his head!
No matter how resilient the fat man was, with his brains completely crushed, he was powerless to resist. His mountain-like body stiffened for a few seconds before collapsing to the ground. But before he hit the ground, Zhou You had already hooked his remaining foot onto the stool and pinned the fat man down behind him.

His hands dragged limply to the ground, finally releasing the body he had been gripping so tightly.

Zhou You didn't rush to get up. Instead, he leaned against the layer of fat and gasped for breath.

Honestly, he was just gambling.

Staying outside is basically a death sentence, but going inside at least gives you a chance to fight back.

Fortunately, it seems he made the right bet.

The wound on his leg burst open again, and blood stained his clothes. After catching his breath for a while, Zhou You laboriously raised his hand and tightened the bandage again.

Given the current situation, if another major hemorrhage occurs and he has barely managed to stay safe for now, he doesn't want to die inexplicably because of this.

After composing himself, he looked at the fat man's corpse again.

Immediately, he pursed his lips.

This fat man was indeed spouting nonsense; all he wanted was to eat him. But at least he didn't lie about one thing.

Even with such a mutation, even if it looks more like a pig demon than a pig demon, it is still a human being.

To elaborate further.

That is, one still cannot perform the ritual of ingesting food and blood.

What a pity.

Zhou You rummaged through the pile of fat and found that the fat man really had nothing of value, not even a single spoil of war. However, just before he left in disappointment, he suddenly caught sight of the pipe he had seen earlier.

Wait, what's this? It looks like a washing machine drain hose.
With great effort, they lifted half of the fat man's buttocks and discovered that the tube was connected to his waist—judging from its appearance, it was estimated to have penetrated deep into his internal organs, and it would be impossible to remove it without some tools.

Following the trail, Zhou You found the other end in a kitchen cabinet, but it was also stuck in the wall, and he didn't know where it led.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou You suppressed his curiosity and didn't use the Wanren to cut open the pipe—who knows if that thing was connected to some kind of alarm device—then picked up his cane and carefully and cautiously retreated little by little.

Outside the room, the corridor remained silent. The tall, thin figure seemed to have long since disappeared, along with the gaze that had been watching. Only the overhead light grew dimmer and was now almost nonexistent.

Zhou You kept a low profile and, using the remaining light, acted according to what the fat man had told him.

He didn't know if what the other person said was true, but he had no other choice but to believe it.

Time passed slowly, and the pain in his body made the journey seem exceptionally long. He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally reached the second toilet.

Compared to the outside, this place is much quieter. The lights inside seem to be malfunctioning, flickering on and off. And in those shadowy places, it's as if countless ghosts are lurking, ready to devour anyone who enters, swallowing up everything that comes in.

In addition to the current situation
"Tsk, this is a perfect ambush spot."

Now that things had come to this, Zhou You's bachelor spirit was rising. He didn't care about anything else, but instead gripped the sword hilt, feeling its unusually heavy weight, and went into the toilet.

There was no ambush inside.

The doors to several cubicles were wide open, and a stench swept in, making one feel dizzy.

Garbage was everywhere, and since no one cleaned the other rooms, it was even less likely that anyone would come to clean this place. Excrement, sewage, and an unknown liquid seeping from the drainpipes were all over the floor, making it difficult to find a clean place to step.

But the problem is.

Where is the door?

Zhou You looked around but couldn't see any passageway or anything like that—the toilet was wide open, but the inside was filled with foamy sewage.
Putting everything else aside, I definitely couldn't squeeze in with my physique, so I feel there's no point in even trying.

"Could this guy be deliberately lying to me? But the thing is, if he was just lying, he could have just given me a random place. Why go through all that trouble and then end up mentioning a real, existing location?"

However, at this moment.

The heavy sound of wheels suddenly rang out again.

Zhou You was stunned for a moment, then cursed inwardly.

—Damn it, didn't that bastard move away? How come he's back again!

He hurriedly looked around—but the place was so dilapidated that it would take him a long time to search even if he wanted to. As the sound grew closer, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and abruptly tilted his head back to look at the full-length mirror in the bathroom.

These are all covered in stains, and it looks like they haven't been cleaned in a long time.
The rest of the things in this bathroom are broken and dilapidated, so why is this mirror, which is much more fragile, intact?

And this mirror is way too big—big enough for a large, fat body to squeeze through!
With his eyes closed, Zhou You pondered for less than two seconds before leaning out and gently tapping the mirror a few times.

It's empty!
Sure enough, there's a passageway here!

Overjoyed, Zhou You suddenly thought of another problem.

How do I open this thing?

The tall, thin figure was smashed because of poor eyesight; it wasn't blind. With such a large mirror broken, it could easily imagine itself running away through the broken mirror.

He pried open his mother's hand; all he had was a makeshift cane, and no other usable tools.

But then, he thought of something else.

—Wait a minute, since those guys are using this as a temporary passage, there must be some kind of mechanism, and one that even their obese bodies can easily reach.

Zhou You raised his head and looked at the outside of the mirror, where a decoration of just the right height and size was displayed.

About three or four minutes later.

The cart crushed an aluminum can, accompanied by a jarring metallic sound, and stopped at the toilet entrance.

The tall, thin figure bent down, but instead of stepping into the sewage below, he leaned his upper body in.

Strangely enough, although he was tall, he wasn't tall enough to see the entire room—yet without anyone noticing, his body had already filled the entire space, scanning every corner bit by bit.

pity.

It was completely empty.

In addition, the stench was so overwhelming that it eventually had no choice but to retreat and return outside.

half an hour.

Hearing the sound of the cart leaving again, Zhou You finally breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, that was a close call. In order not to make too much noise, he could only turn the mechanism with minimal force.

Finally, just as the other person stepped in, he managed to squeeze in, thus avoiding being caught on the spot.

"I feel like I'm playing Dead by Daylight, but there's only one survivor, and the enemy has brought a one-shot kill guy."

Shaking his head to clear the lingering discomfort from his mind, Zhou You then continued his struggle for survival in the dark.

The machine was large, but the workmanship was extremely rough. It looked like it was rushed out of production, with sharp protrusions everywhere, and even a few thin, bloody gashes on its body.

A few minutes later, he finally crawled out of that place.

The exit was still a restroom, almost a carbon copy of the one above, except that there was much less sewage and waste. As for outside, that wasn't the residential apartment building anymore.

This place looks like the executive floor of an apartment building. By the light, you can vaguely make out a few signs for "offices" or "finance department," but it is completely empty. Only a deep, thick darkness and silence, as if it were about to swallow everything, linger in the room.

Zhou You pushed open the doors of several rooms, and this was the scene he saw in each one.

But from the details, it's clear that at least at some point in the past, this place was quite prosperous—the decoration of each room was not bad, the workstations were full, piled up everywhere, and the performance sheets that had long since turned yellow could still be seen on the walls.

It was as if, all of a sudden, before anyone could even react, this place transformed from an ordinary place for work and life into a complete hell.

So, what exactly happened in this script?
Zhou You frowned in confusion, but unfortunately no one could give him an answer. So he could only check each room one by one, and finally found a sign with the words "computer room" in a corner.

I gave it a gentle push out of habit, but suddenly felt some resistance.

This is the only one that's locked.

However, this was no problem for Zhou You. He plucked a strand of his hair, rubbed it a few times, and then carefully reached into the keyhole.

Given his shady background and lack of skills, unless it's an electronic lock, it wouldn't take him much effort.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the iron gate creaked open with a crisp sound.

Zhou You cautiously peeked inside, making sure to close the door behind him.

The lights in the server room were off, and Zhou You didn't have much night vision, so he could only grope around for the light switch.

After a while, the lights came on.

The deep red light scattered here, finally illuminating the surrounding scenery.

Zhou You was taken aback.

As its name suggests, the room is filled with generators and similar gadgets, which wouldn't be considered unusual in modern society.

But here's the thing.

These machines are alive.

Looking out, amidst the steel and parts, countless drops of blood and flesh, internal organs and facial features mingled together; blood vessels and pipes interconnected; electrical circuits and meridians harmoniously integrated—

At the very top of these machines was the drainpipe that we had just seen, connected to the fat man.

Now, Zhou You finally knows.

Where does this apartment building get its electricity?

(End of this chapter)