I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

"Officer Chen...!"

Zheng Wenxuan crossed his arms, stared warily at the dog, and bared his teeth: "Something's not right with this thing."

What dog has human eyes?

It's definitely an evil entity.

Seeing Zheng Wenxuan blocking its way, the dog became even more anxious, scratching at the ground as it crawled forward, pulling the iron chain taut and making a rattling sound.

"Wow! What an ugly dog! Don't come any closer!"

Startled, Li Yafei hid behind Chen Xi, peeking out only her head: "Isn't this Sister Lan's dog? What's it doing here?"

She had barely finished speaking when a woman's soft voice came from inside the door:

"Ah Kun, be quiet, you're scaring the children."

The voice was very pleasant, yet it carried an indescribable chill.

The curtain of the tailor shop was lifted, and a woman walked out.

She was in her thirties, wearing an old-fashioned white dress, with a white cloth covering her face, so that only the lower half of her face could be vaguely seen.

She is a female ghost who lives on the 22nd floor and calls herself "Sister Lan".

Doesn't she live on the 22nd floor? How come she's at the tailor shop on the 7th floor?

Could it be that the eeriness of this building isn't confined to a single room?

Chen Xi's heart tightened, and his hand quietly reached for the gun at his waist.

The next second, the surrounding air suddenly changed.

The already chilly stairwell suddenly became even colder, as if we had fallen into an ice cellar.

A strong musty smell suddenly appeared, both fishy and foul, mixed with the smell of rotting paper, and hit me.

Lan Jie's white dress fluttered gently without any wind.

The gentleness on her face vanished, replaced by undisguised malice in her eyes, like a poisoned knife stabbing straight into Chen Xi.

"The new security guard."

She spoke, her voice still gentle, yet it sent chills down one's spine: "My dog ​​seems to recognize you, it's so excited—Miss, is your surname Liu?"

The pressure in the air grew heavier and heavier, as if an invisible hand was gripping their throats.

Li Yafei's face turned pale and she had difficulty breathing. Zheng Wenxuan's eyes kept rolling upward as he struggled desperately.

Chen Xi tensed all his muscles, ready to take action.

She could sense that this Sister Lan was far more troublesome than a scalding ghost or a water ghost.

"My surname isn't Liu, it's Chen. I'm Uncle Biao's new security guard."

Chen Xi spoke calmly, trying not to provoke the other party: "You came to borrow a few sets of clothes from Sister Fang, but you don't know the rules and are very offensive."

She deliberately gave her surname.

For some reason, she always felt that Sister Lan's malice towards her came out of nowhere.

Also, why did you ask her if her surname was "垏"?

Sure enough, the next second, upon hearing the words "surname Chen," Sister Lan paused, staring intently at Chen Xi's face for several seconds, as if trying to confirm something:

"Chen? Your surname is Chen? Who is your mother? And who is your mother-in-law?"

Chen Xi didn't answer, but she had a vague guess in her mind.

Her name contains the character "Lan," she has a grudge against people with the surname "Lan," she cares a lot about people with the surname "Chen," and she even has a dog named "A-Kun."

Not to mention that the dog treated her like a family member—it practically fed her the answers.

The malice in Sister Lan's eyes receded like the tide, and the strong musty smell gradually dissipated as well.

Her face regained its gentle expression, and even... there was a hint of indescribable emotion in her eyes.

The way an elder looks at a younger person.

"So it's Miss Chen."

Sister Lan smiled and said, "Who do we have here? Sister Fang is busy inside. If you want to borrow clothes, just go in and find her."

The change in his attitude before and after was so drastic that he was like a completely different person.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

"Cough cough cough!"

Zheng Wenxuan and Li Yafei knelt on the ground, clutching the marks on their necks and breathing heavily, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

What exactly happened to Sister Lan?

Just because her dog barked, she suddenly changed her attitude and almost killed them.

Why do I suddenly feel so loving just because I hear the surname "Chen"?

Even magic tricks can't keep up with her speed.

……

……

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Chen Xi's forehead, confirming that she had never met this Sister Lan before, nor did she have any relatives with the surname Chen in Hong Kong.

The other party's attitude was clearly somewhat abrupt.

Sister Lan didn't explain further, but squatted down and patted the head of the stitched dog.

The dog named Ah Kun immediately quieted down, as if by reflex, obediently lying down on the ground, rubbing against her palm, its tail wagging wildly, just like a docile big dog.

Only a pair of human eyes remained fixed on Chen Xi, filled with despair and pleading.

"Ah Kun is very well-behaved, he doesn't bite."

Sister Lan stroked the dog's ears and said gently, "He's probably just a little excited after seeing Miss Chen. I'll give him a good talking to when we get back."

As she spoke, she picked up the thick iron chain beside her, fastened it around the dog's neck, and stood up:

"I'm leaving now, you guys go in—little sister, come back early when you go out to play, don't let your mother-in-law worry."

The last sentence was directed at Li Yafei.

"I-I understand, Sister Lan." Li Yafei nodded quickly, her eyes filled with fear, clearly still immersed in the emotions of almost dying and hadn't come to her senses.

Sister Lan led the dog slowly toward the stairwell.

The stitched dog looked back every few steps, its eyes filled with resentment and pleading as it gazed at Chen Xi, until Sister Lan grabbed its chain and it finally turned away, trembling.

The way the dog walked looked awkward to the group.

It's like watching a person try to walk like a dog, using all four limbs.

That's so weird.

……

"Officer, don't you think..." Zheng Wenxuan's voice was a little dry, "that dog's eyes are basically human eyes."

"Hmm." Chen Xi's expression was solemn as those eyes and the name "A-Kun" flashed repeatedly through her mind.

Ah Kun.

Lu Bingkun.

The thought startled her.

Lu Bingkun should have been confirmed dead long ago.

A large number of people from the Lu family died, all in extremely bizarre ways. The Lu family members are still trying to identify them.

Unless it's a ghost.

A ghost was sewn onto a dog's skin by another vengeful ghost, turning it into a monster.

Then the identity of "Sister Lan" becomes obvious.

Chen Shulan.

So is she a resident of the building, or... a player like them?

Chen Xi felt even more absurd, but she didn't say much. She just gestured for the two people behind her to follow—we're here now, we have to try our luck at the tailor shop.

She cautiously lifted the curtain, and an even stronger smell of blood mixed with the smell of leather hit her.

……

……

Behind the curtain lies another world.

The shop is small, only five or six square meters, but it's packed full.

There were solid wood clothes racks all around, with neatly folded human skin garments hanging on them.

Every piece of clothing was neatly categorized by color and style: cheongsams, long gowns, suits, children's clothing... even funeral clothes, all arranged in an orderly fashion.

The cheongsam embroidered with a golden phoenix is ​​still hanging properly in the room.

Of course, if you ignore the pile of human skin materials in the corner, the wooden shelf next to it displays needles of various sizes, spools of thread, scissors, scrapers, and rolling pins of all shapes and sizes—

It looks like a proper tailor shop.

Even during the day, the shop is always covered with heavy black curtains, preventing any light from getting in.

A few tallow candles were lit, their flames flickering, causing the shadows in the shop to sway and distort.

……

In the very center of the room, there was a narrow, long wooden table, like a slaughterhouse chopping board, and Fangjie stood there.

A man was lying on the chopping board.

Naked, middle-aged and overweight, with a round belly and a bluish-purple complexion, he was clearly dead.

Fangjie stood with her back to the door, her flat, featureless white face appearing particularly eerie in the candlelight.

She was holding a jujube wood rolling pin, slowly rolling it upwards from the corpse's ankle.

The movements were very even and solid, like a pastry chef rolling out noodles or a butcher rolling out pigskin.

"Crunch—crunch—"

The rolling pin rolled over the skin and flesh, leaving a sticky residue that made one's teeth ache.

As the rolling pin was pushed upwards, the corpse's legs gradually deflated.

Muscles, fat, and blood vessels were all ground into a paste and surged upwards along the fascia.

The corpse's belly swelled up and bloated, like a fully inflated balloon.

With a flick of her wrist, Sister Fang pressed the rolling pin down hard:

"Glug—"

The corpse's mouth suddenly opened.

The red and white internal organs, mixed with black blood and bone fragments, gushed out of his throat and "splashed" into the copper basin at his feet.

The heart, liver, lungs, and intestines were piled up in a tangled mess, filling a whole basin.

It was even steaming hot and covered in slime, its red and white colors particularly glaring.

Li Yafei and Zheng Wenxuan didn't dare to come in at all. They took one look and then ran to the corridor to vomit.

Chen Xi's face turned ashen, and his throat itched—he managed to suppress the urge to vomit with sheer willpower.

Fang Jie kept moving. After rolling out the front side, she skillfully turned the corpse over and continued rolling from the back. Her technique was so skilled that it was as if she had been a pastry chef for decades.

The corpse on the cutting board slowly flattened out.

The skin was rolled out evenly and thinly, like a piece of leather being processed.

Even more bizarrely, the corpse could actually talk.

The sound was barely audible, forced out of the throat and indistinct:

"Sister Fang... please sew it nicely..."

"I never wore nice clothes while I was alive... so when I die... I'll make the most expensive ones for me..."

"I want a silk lining...I want gold-embroidered buttons..."

The corpse was rambling on and on, as if it were having a custom-made suit made by a tailor, completely oblivious to the fact that it was being rolled into a sheet of skin.

Chen Xi finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She covered her mouth and rushed out the door, squatting in the stairwell where she, Li Yafei, and Zheng Wenxuan vomited violently.