My organs are too abstract.

Chapter 91 Auntie, why haven't you given me the food yet?

"What's going on?" Xu Yuan frowned.

It's normal not to hear them talking, since the other person might already be resting.

The problem is that when his right ear was fully awakened before, Xu Yuan had confirmed one thing: when he listened attentively, the whole world would display subtle sound textures in his ears.

He could clearly hear everything: the breathing of someone fast asleep, the faint hum of electrical wires in the walls, the soft creaking of wood drying out of furniture, and even the barely perceptible impact of dust particles falling onto a table.

However, at this moment, the next room was completely silent, like a vacuum.

It was as if behind that wall lay a strange space where all sound had been completely drained.

"What's going on?" Xu Yuan stroked his chin, somewhat hesitant. "Should we go check it out?"

He lowered his head in thought, and while he was hesitating, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the black screen of his phone, which was off, and the outline of his swollen left cheek was vaguely reflected on it.

"Xu Yuan, Xu Yuan, you've really been corrupted by your left hand—" Xu Yuan righteously criticized himself, "It's so late, and you're still thinking about going to someone else's house to check on them. How impolite is that? Does this conform to the core socialist values?"

He, Xu, has always been a law-abiding, civilized, and polite young man. How could he do something so outrageous that disrupts harmonious neighborly relations?

"Besides—" Xu Yuan touched his swollen left cheek, his tone bitter, "Going out with this face, if I don't run into anyone, that's fine, but if I do, won't I be laughed at to death?"

He even vividly pictured himself smashing down the door of the next room, about to unleash his righteous fist, only to have the monster inside look up, stare at his face for two seconds, and then burst into laughter, rolling on the floor—

Would Xu Yuan's reputation be ruined by that scene?

"Let's go check next door or something, or wait until I regain my former appearance," Xu Yuan made his final decision.

With this thought in mind, he felt much better. He leisurely went to the bathroom for a shower, changed into comfortable pajamas, lay down on the bed, and happily prepared to sleep. He didn't care at all about the abnormality or danger next door.

Just kidding, he's not even worried about hiding his legs, why would he bother with that?

He didn't know if it was because he had struggled too much to hit that thing earlier, but as soon as he lay down, sleepiness immediately washed over him like a tidal wave, almost instantly engulfing him.

Goodnight, world.

Xu Yuan closed his eyes contentedly, and his breathing quickly became even and long.

Shortly after Xu Yuan fell into a deep sleep, a commotion suddenly came from room 423 next door.

"Click—"

A very faint sound of a door opening suddenly rang out from the dark corridor. In the darkness, the door could be vaguely seen to have opened a very narrow crack.

Immediately afterwards, something flat and soft was slowly and laboriously "squeezing" out from the crack in the door.

Its movements were extremely small, as if every inch it moved was a struggle that exhausted its strength, or as if it was afraid of disturbing something. Finally, after a long and silent struggle, it completely emerged and floated lightly onto the dusty corridor floor.

By the faint moonlight streaming through the corridor window, one could vaguely make out what appeared to be a human skin that had been stripped of its flesh and blood and completely peeled off.

The human skin lay motionless on the ground, as if dead. After an unknown amount of time, its fingertips suddenly trembled slightly.

The next second, the withered human skin began to expand and bulge rapidly as if being inflated by an invisible air pump, its limbs stretched out and its outline was drawn out—in the blink of an eye, it transformed into the figure of a graceful woman.

If Xu Yuan saw this scene, he would recognize that it was the woman who had been flirting with the man earlier.

Unlike the young, beautiful, and charming woman Xu Yuan had seen before, the woman now had a dry, sallow complexion, covered with dark spots, and her skin was loose and wrinkled, like dried orange peel. At first glance, she was even more frightening than the wicked witch in a fairy tale.

"call----·----"

The woman exhaled extremely slowly, her voice no longer soft and melodious, but dry and harsh like sandpaper: "Finally—I survived—."

Her voice carried a sense of relief at surviving a disaster, and a deep-seated fear.

She turned her head with lingering fear, peering fearfully through the crack in the door, where she could vaguely see two figures lying in the living room.

One of the figures was a man, his eyes wide open, lying naked on the ground, completely lifeless.

His face showed a hint of surprise and fear. In his right hand, which was placed to the side, he was tightly clutching something. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that it was a small and exquisite camera.

Beside the man lay a mangled, bloody body. Judging from its outline, the body was clearly female. Its skin had been completely peeled off, leaving only various bright red flesh and blood tissues, which looked particularly gruesome in the dim light.

The woman, disguised as a human skin, glanced at the blood and flesh left inside the house, a hint of reluctance on her face.

This body was the perfect form she had created by devouring countless young and beautiful women, but she had to leave it inside to escape.

"What a pity—"

The woman gently shook her head, her gaze falling again on the man lying on the ground, a hint of confusion in her eyes: "Who is this person? He looks familiar, like I've seen him somewhere before."

This was very strange. They had just been making love and being intimate, but she seemed to have no recollection of it at all.

She frowned, thinking hard, trying to recall, then her expression suddenly changed.

"Wait! I think I've lost my memory of this period of time?!"

Her last memory was of being sent to this building by the organization to investigate, but her memory only stopped at the moment she stepped into room 423. All her memories after that seemed to have been erased by a pair of unseen hands and disappeared completely.

All she remembered was that when she regained consciousness, the first thing she saw was the corpse of the man beside her, and then she felt an irresistible sense of terror permeating the room.

Without the slightest hesitation, she decisively abandoned everything, thus seizing a sliver of hope and escaping from inside.

"What could be hidden inside—" The woman's face was filled with deep fear. "This room is extremely dangerous; we can't wait any longer, we have to leave immediately!"

Thinking of this, she felt a sense of urgency. Her figure changed, and she returned to her previous charming appearance. Then, without looking back, she wanted to leave with all her might.

However, although she appeared extremely anxious, her steps were unusually heavy, as if she had stepped into a swamp. After walking for more than ten minutes, she still hadn't reached the top of the stairs.

"Damn it, I've lost too much power—" The woman looked at her trembling legs and muttered to herself with a grim expression.

"Click—"

Just as she was struggling to move to a certain room, the sound of a door opening suddenly rang out.

The woman's heart tightened suddenly, and she quickly looked over, only to see a little girl with pigtails cautiously peeking out from behind room 404.

It was a beautifully sculpted little girl, about five or six years old. She only glanced at the woman briefly, then looked away nervously with her big, round eyes wide open. Although she looked tense, her innocent and naive demeanor was exceptionally endearing.

Seeing this, the woman felt relieved. Looking at the little girl's innocent and adorable appearance, a thought suddenly crossed her mind, and a deeply hidden cruelty flashed in her eyes.

She moved closer discreetly and chuckled softly, "Little sister, why aren't you asleep yet, so late at night?"

The little girl glanced towards room 424, seemed to notice something, and her tense expression quietly disappeared, replaced by a hint of joy. She tilted her head to look at the woman and said in a clear, childish voice, "Auntie, Tongtong is hungry and can't sleep."

"Hungry?" The woman smiled sweetly, making a gesture as if reaching into her pocket, her tone full of affection. "Auntie has some good food here. Come here, Auntie will get it for you."

"For me? Thank you, Auntie!" The little girl seemed exceptionally happy, but she didn't move. She just smiled sweetly and said, "I'm coming, Auntie, you can just hand it to me."

The woman looked at the little girl, who was still some distance away, and said with a helpless smile, "You need to come closer. How can I give it to you if you're so far away?"

"No," the little girl blinked her big eyes innocently. "I'm already here, didn't you see me, Auntie?"

"They've already arrived?" The woman looked completely bewildered.

"Oh, I know! Auntie, wait a moment," the little girl seemed to remember something and clapped her hands vigorously as if she had just realized something.

"Snapped!"

The crisp applause was particularly jarring in the deathly silent corridor.

The motion-activated lights overhead turned on in response, their dim yet clear light instantly dispelling the shadows and illuminating the entire corridor.

"Auntie," the little girl looked up, her innocent face beaming in the lamplight, "Look, can you see Tongtong now?"

"What do you see—"

The woman squinted as the light suddenly came on, and just as she was about to speak, her expression changed.

As if sensing something, she stiffened her neck and slowly lowered her head.

In the dim light, two shadows were clearly reflected on the corridor floor.

One was her own, with a graceful figure, standing still in place.

However, another one was under the little girl's feet, extending from beneath her and spreading along the floor to her side, poised to reach out for something.

"Aunt----"

A sweet, childlike voice, yet capable of freezing a woman's blood instantly, slowly rang out. It didn't come from the other side, but from the slender shadow beneath her feet: "Why—why haven't you given me the food yet?"

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The woman's carefully maintained gentle smile froze on her face.