Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 96 That... Remember to skim off the foam.

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Yan Ming had read "Journey to the West", so he roughly understood what the woman's gesture meant.

However, he neither wanted to nor dared to do such a thing, so he could only tiptoe to find room 2310.

Just as he suspected, room 1002 was indeed a trap; it wasn't the room he was assigned to at all.

If he had entered the room before those two, he would have really had to hide in the closet.

Although he didn't know what was so scary about that skinny man, Yan Ming felt a vague sense of dread.

Just like a person in the wild will naturally fear a tiger, this is due to the dominance of the food chain, and it is difficult to change unless you have a gun.

However, using it in this context could easily imply that the adulterer is naturally afraid of the rightful owner.

Unless he is Ximen Qing.

2308, 2309, 2310...

Yan Ming followed the door number and found the room number he had previously noted down.

At that moment, he heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs behind him, indicating that someone was coming up from downstairs.

Driven by a sense of urgency, Yan Ming immediately turned the doorknob and went inside.

Just before the door closed gently, Yan Ming caught a glimpse of the sharp edge of a kitchen knife flashing past in the direction of the stairwell out of the corner of his eye.

It really was that lean man!
Yan Ming secretly retreated back to his room.

He quietly closed the door and then quickly tucked it shut.

"Click——"

The sound of the door being locked was much louder than Yan Ming had imagined, and he immediately heard heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor.

"Bang bang bang-"

The footsteps continued until they finally slowed down near room 2310.

"Strange, which room is it?"

The lean man muttered something under his breath, and the words clearly reached Yan Ming's ears from behind the door, instantly making Yan Ming nervous.

He peered through the peephole at the situation in the hallway.

The circular world seen through the cat's eyes is very small and cramped; it can only see a small section in front of the door, and can barely see the door of the room opposite and the sides.

Yan Ming didn't see any trace of the lean man, nor did he hear any more footsteps, which inevitably aroused his suspicion.

Has this person left?
No, there's a shadow on the right. This person is standing in the doorway of the room on the right, observing something!
"Click——"

The door to the room on the right was opened by a lean man, and then the sound of even footsteps could be heard again.

The person went into the next room.

The sound of footsteps traveled clearly through the wall to Yan Ming's ears.

However, the next room seemed to be empty, and the lean man found nothing. So, about two minutes later, the sound of footsteps came out.

"Click."

The door to the next room was closed.

Immediately afterwards, the lean man slowly walked to the door of the room where Yan Ming was.

Through the peephole, Yan Ming was only one door away from the man holding the kitchen knife.

The wooden door was much more fragile than Yan Ming had imagined; he even doubted it could withstand a chop with a kitchen knife.

"call--"

The lean man blew a breath into the peephole, then reached out and wiped the peephole with his sleeve before peering inside.

From the cat's-eye view, the lean man had a large head and a small body, bloodshot eyes, and bulging veins on his forehead, making him look extremely ferocious. He was the type of person you would definitely avoid if you saw him on the street.

Thankfully, the door has a safety lock; I wonder if it will hold for a while.

Yan Ming turned to look at the room.

The hostel room was surprisingly nice, with a bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bathroom, and it was also larger than I had imagined.

His gaze fell on the bedroom wardrobe, which was quite spacious. Yan Ming actually had the urge to go inside and see how things went.

The next second, another middle-aged woman's voice came from outside the door: "Who are you? What are you doing guarding my door?" Yan Ming quickly looked out through the peephole and immediately saw a middle-aged woman standing next to the lean man, holding a little girl's hand.

The little girl was shielded behind the middle-aged woman, looking timid and cautious as she watched the obviously abnormal, thin man carrying a kitchen knife.

"You live here?"

The lean man raised an eyebrow and asked sternly.

"What else? What are you doing here? Get out of here, or I'll call the perfect police officer and have you arrested!"

The middle-aged woman maintained the same fierce expression, seemingly unafraid of the cleaver in the lean man's hand.

"Hmph." The lean man snorted coldly upon seeing this, and without saying anything more, he turned and walked towards the room opposite.

It seems he felt that this family consisted of women and children, and didn't seem like the type to cheat on him, so he shifted his target.

Then the middle-aged woman reached out and turned the doorknob, easily pushing the door open.

Yan Ming: "???"

No, where's the insurance on my door?

They're not even going to act anymore, so it's just become invalid?
He took a giant stride in an instant, moving with incredible lightness and speed, and slipped inside before the door could be fully opened.

Then Yan Ming heard the middle-aged woman say again, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a woman's home before?"

Obviously, if Yan Ming were still in the living room behind the door, he would definitely have been seen by that skinny man.

If he were seen, he would probably be chopped into mincemeat.

Yan Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he quietly crawled under the bed.

The bed in this bedroom is by the window, so the area under the bed is completely dark and not easy to see, making it the best place to hide.

Then he heard the man's footsteps outside the door gradually fade away, as if he truly had no more suspicions about the room.

About thirty seconds later, Yan Ming heard the lean man open the door to the opposite room and barge in without any politeness.

This situation also gave Yan Ming a deeper understanding of the city.

Alright, alright. Since it's a city of peeping and eavesdropping, it won't give anyone any privacy. The doors won't be locked.

The utopian society, where doors were wide open and no one picked up lost items, had actually been achieved in this Guancheng, giving Yan Ming the feeling of watching an absurd comedy.

"You bastard, you were the one who peeked at me just now, weren't you?!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the opposite room; the voice belonged to the lean man.

Then came the sound of a cleaver cutting into meat, a sound that made your teeth ache, followed by the screams of a man who sounded even younger.

"Ah! It wasn't me, it wasn't me! I was just staying at home!"

"Who are you?! How dare you barge in and try to kill me?"

However, the questioning and screams soon stopped completely. The lean man was panting heavily, and it seemed that killing was a difficult task for him.

"Tsk, tsk."

The voice in the living room was that of a middle-aged woman. She had finished watching the commotion and didn't say anything more. Killing someone was as commonplace as arguing.

Then she urged her daughter, "Xiaojie, go out and see what's going on in the room across the street, then come back and tell Mom."

"Okay!" Xiao Jie'er answered in a clear, childlike voice, then opened the door and went out, her little leather shoes making a "clack-clack-clack" sound.

However, after walking for a short while, the sound of the leather shoes changed from crisp to sticky, as if stepping on blood.

About three minutes later, another scream came from the other room, followed by the sound of splashing water.

"Da da da--"

The sound of Xiaojie's leather shoes drifted into the living room. She called out to her mother in a panic, "Mommy, Mommy! That uncle accidentally fell into your hot pot! He can't climb out!"

"what!"

The woman in the living room jumped to her feet, pacing back and forth: "How...how could this be?!"

However, she only hesitated for two or three seconds before patting her daughter's shoulder and solemnly instructing her:
"Okay, then remember to skim off the foam, otherwise the soup will be very cloudy."

(End of this chapter)