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The three men were standing below the building, communicating with the police about the Youth Commune.

Liu Qiang: "How many households are still inside the building?"

Police: "The Youth Commune has a total of 240 households. 45 households have already evacuated, 133 households are working outside, and after excluding the empty rooms in the guesthouses, there are still 27 households in the building."

"According to the property management, there are a total of 45 people in these 27 households."

Liu Qiang looked around at the crowd: "Did anything happen just now?"

The police officer swallowed hard: "During the evacuation, one of our colleagues went missing. Her name is Chu Wen."

"On which floors are the remaining 27 households mainly concentrated?"

"Floors 16, 15, and 14."

After learning the details, the three were about to enter the building when they heard a shout from behind.

"Wait a moment."

Du Wang and the others turned around and saw a burly, bald man running towards them with a backpack slung over his shoulder.

"Zheng Tong, what brings you here?" Liu Qiang asked, somewhat surprised.

Zheng Tong ran over and stopped: "I want to join this mission too."

Liu Qiang frowned: "Are you kidding me? You're a researcher, what are you doing going in with us risking your life!"

When the researchers were mentioned, Du Wang immediately remembered where he had met them before.

The underground testing site was where this bald man was one of the researchers who conducted the tests on him.

Upon hearing Liu Qiang's objection, Zheng Tong chuckled and said, "The team has already approved my application, so Brother Liu, I'm now your team member too."

"Don't worry, I definitely won't hold you back."

The bald man patted the backpack behind him: "I brought some targeted weapons and tools. Although I'm not as good as you guys, I'm confident I can hold out for a while."

Seeing his certainty, Liu Qiang had no choice but to accept it.

"Okay, stick close to us and report back immediately if there are any problems."

"clear!"

The bald man walked up to Du Wang, his expression subtly excited.

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"Don't underestimate me just because I'm a sheep; sheep are incredibly clever!"

In the crowded room, a little girl, about seven or eight years old, wearing a pink T-shirt, was humming a song while doing her homework at the table.

The entire room is only about 40 square meters, a typical studio apartment.

The living room is right next to the bedroom, separated by only one wall, and the kitchen is just opposite the little girl, small and cramped.

The sofa was piled with messy clothes and scattered toys, and a wedding photo of the parents hung on the wall.

After putting down her pen, the little girl rolled around in her clothes and then called out, "Mommy! I'm done writing."

The sound was absorbed by the clothes after hitting the wall, and the air fell silent again.

The mother in the bedroom seemed to be asleep and did not respond.

Rustling.

Faint sounds could be heard, as if the mother was tying something up with a rope.

My father went to work today, and only my mother and I were at home.

The little girl looked at the bedroom door.

Her two bare feet dangled haphazardly under the table.

"Mom, I'm done writing!"

She shouted even louder, trying to call her mother over to check her homework.

My mother always emphasized that I must check my homework after I finish it, and she would come over to check it from time to time.

But today, for the first time ever, there was absolutely no reaction.

"Then I'll just watch cartoons by myself."

The little girl's big eyes darted around, and she picked up the tablet with a grin. Following her past experience, she skillfully found the video app and opened it.

Before long, cheerful music started playing from the tablet and filled the room.

"cough."

Short, sharp coughs came from the bedroom.

As if receiving some signal, the little girl paused the animation, straightened up, and turned her gaze toward the bedroom.

"Mother!"

Seeing that no one responded, the little girl pouted and walked to the door in her slippers, looking somewhat angry.

The dark bedroom door, like her mother's gloomy face, made her feel suffocated.

"Squeak."

She gently pushed the door open, and a cold, damp air immediately swept over her body through the crack.

"It's so cold."

The little girl complained, hugged herself tightly, and then crawled into the bedroom.

This place feels like a completely different world from the living room.

The curtains blocked out the sunlight, leaving the entire room pitch black.

As she walked in, the door closed slowly without making a sound.

Only the little girl's footsteps could be heard in the bedroom.

"Mother?"

As usual, she searched for her mother's figure.

Meanwhile, her little hands kept groping on the wall, trying to turn on the bedroom light.

A few seconds later, she touched it.

However, the feel of this thing doesn't seem like that of a switch.

Slippery and messy, like damp yarn that has been soaked in water...

The little girl was immediately frightened and withdrew her hand.

"Mom, where are you?"

She called out several times, her voice beginning to tremble with sobs.

The mother did not respond; not even the sound of her deep breathing could be heard, as if she had vanished from the bedroom.

The little girl dared not touch the wall anymore, so she bent down and held onto the bed, slowly walking along the edge.

"Tick-tock".

Suddenly, the sound of water echoed in the darkness.

"Tick-tock".

"Tick-tock"

The sound of water dripping down continuously in a fixed rhythm.

The little girl's eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and she slowly began to see the outline of her mother on the bed.

"Tick-tock".

Just then, a heavy drop of water suddenly fell on the back of her neck.

The bone-chilling cold made her shiver involuntarily.

"Mom, I'm scared."

The little girl's eyes were filled with tears, and she was too frightened to move an inch. She could only stiffly turn her head away.

Through her blurry vision, she saw a pair of dark feet dangling in front of her.

Left once, right once.

It's like a pendulum.

The little girl looked up.

Gray sweatpants, a slightly bulky figure, and pink matching T-shirts for parents and children.

Everything was incredibly familiar to her.

"Mother?"

The little girl reached out to push her mother's feet, but could only make them sway back and forth.

"Mom, what's wrong? Don't scare me."

The little girl didn't understand what was happening, so she could only push harder.

The woman's face was deathly pale, her eyes were tightly closed, and she ignored her daughter's voice.

"Tick-tock".

A drop of water suddenly fell on the girl's face.

"Tick-tock".

"Tick-tock".

More and more water droplets fell, soaking the girl's clothes.

Then, she stared blankly as a tuft of black, tangled, wet hair slowly drooped down to her neck.

The little girl's body stiffened, unable to move, and she could only watch as the strand of hair drew closer and closer, gradually wrapping around her neck.

However, just as she was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe, a sudden banging sound came from the doorway.

"Bang bang bang!"

Is anyone there?

The little girl blinked, as if she had come to her senses from suffocation, and raised her arms, trying to call for help.

But the force of that strand of hair suddenly increased, choking her scream into her throat.

"Well……"

The area outside the door became quiet again.

It appears that the rescue team has already left.

The desperate little girl was powerless to struggle, her figure slowly rising in the darkness, gradually hanging together with her mother.

"Bang!"

A loud noise suddenly came from outside.

The black hair wrapped around the girl's neck seemed to be stimulated by something, and suddenly pulled back, freeing the mother and daughter.

"thump."

The little girl fell onto the bed and started coughing violently.

Soon after, the bedroom door was also violently kicked open.

A young man with short black hair and a bald man appeared in front of the little girl.

The young man quickly scanned the room.

Upon discovering the black hair retracting from the ceiling, he reacted quickly, kicking off the bed with one foot, using the wall as a springboard to lift himself up, and then punching the ceiling.

"Bang!"

The fragile plaster ceiling shattered, revealing a tangled mess of black hair.

Then a faint blue flame flashed across the young man's hand, and his hair dissipated inch by inch as if it had encountered its natural enemy.

The bald man, holding a pistol with an extended magazine, stayed protectively by the little girl's side.

Seeing the young man skillfully defeat the black-haired man, he was amazed to find that the other party truly deserved to be a Wuying-level athlete.

That skill, that reaction, is comparable to the protagonist in an action movie.

Of course, he wasn't idle either; he took out emergency equipment and quickly performed artificial respiration on the girl's mother.

Fortunately, they arrived in time, and the girl's mother was saved.

The little girl had regained her senses, but her mind was still a bit hazy.

She stared at the young man, her eyes seeming to hold a message she wanted to say.

Du Wang reached out and touched her hair: "It's alright."

"Thank you...brother." The girl's voice was very soft, like fragile glass.

Du Wang didn't say anything, but simply pulled her tightly into his arms and left the room with Zheng Tong.