Qiao Du turned on the chandelier in the bathroom and saw the toilet bowl that could not hide the marks of years of use despite careful cleaning, the sink full of scratches, the yellowed mirror with peeling glass glue on the edges, and the rusty shower that leaked easily in the old style.

Tick –

A drop of cloudy liquid dripped from the faucet and splashed into the sink like blood.

Qiao Du twisted the faucet vigorously and found that it seemed to be the limit now, and it couldn't be tighter.

[Don't worry, it's not the most troublesome thing in this room, at least not right now.] 】

Another drop of cloudy liquid dripped down the red text and spread out at the bottom of the sink.

Jo Twilight left the bathroom, walked through the narrow hallway, and opened the bedroom door.

Slightly brighter.

In order to make the bedroom more spacious, the decorator smashed the balcony and bedroom wall so that the neon of the night from the opposite building could penetrate and shine on the bed, leaving a blood-red cast.

Qiao Du turned on the fluorescent lamp, and the blood red was a little dim, but it still did not subside.

A single bed of 1.5 meters, a table covered in wood, a stainless steel chair with a buttocks, and a wardrobe that creaks when you open the door, that's all the furniture.

There was only a little out of place, and a stick figure that could be bought on the Internet for a dozen yuan hung on the bedside, and it was still hanging crookedly, not aligning with the bed.

How can Qiao Dui's severe obsessive-compulsive disorder endure this.

He immediately went to the bedside and took down the painting.

Then Qiao Du saw that there was a large pool of stains on the wall that was obscured by that painting.

The stain seemed to seep through the neighborhood, winding across the wall, forming a terrifying pattern like a bat.

Looking closer, Qiao Du felt that the stain was like some kind of muddy oil, and it was about to dry.

He reached out and touched it gently.

But only the touch of the dry walls, the feeling of almost dripping oil droplets suddenly disappeared.

[You are curious about what this is?] I suggest you ask the person next door, and of course, it's not a bad idea to ask about this bunch of things, hahaha! 】

Manic blood-colored words seeped through the cracks in the wall, gradually covering the stain, as if recreating how it came to be.

It makes people feel physiologically uncomfortable.

Qiao Du put the painting aside.

It's completely dark outside.

Knock Knock Knock –

The sound of kitchen knives chopping meat on the cutting board came from upstairs or downstairs.

Qiao Du went out with a flashlight, stood in the corridor, listened carefully, and found that the nightlife in this building was quite rich.

In the distance, there was the sound of burning incense and chanting Buddha, as well as the sound of stir-frying food thrown into the hot oil pot, and the tragic cries and scolding of children.

He climbed up a floor, and saw that the house was open, only a screen door was hidden, and the choking smell of cigarettes filled the air, and several people were sitting around playing mahjong, and the sound of rubbing cards crackled.

Noticing Qiao Dui's gaze, the movements of the people at the table suddenly stopped.

They just froze in place, and someone had a card in their hand.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Qiao Dui.

Even the man with his back to him twisted his neck and looked at Twilight in a terrifying way from an angle that was not quite human.

No one spoke, but Jotwi felt as if some kind of whisper was echoing in his ears, inducing him to try his luck at the table, and maybe make a fortune.

【Do you want to try it?】 Think clearly, once you're at the table, it's not just your money that's used to gamble! 】

Blood-colored words continued to gurgle from the bodies of the people at that table, and they bubbled up.

It's a pity that Qiao Du doesn't know how to play mahjong, so she can only decline the invitation wordlessly.

"Isn't the composition of this building a bit complicated?"

Twilight didn't know if it was a mix of dragons and snakes in the original apartment, or if it was the stage for anomalies or the Chosen One.

Originally, he thought that the cause of the fire was probably something strange in the building.

Now it seems.

There seem to be a lot of demons and monsters in this building?

All the wicked belong to yes.

Some incidents are difficult to investigate because they have no clue, while others are difficult to investigate because they are full of threads like balls of yarn that have been played with by cats.

The night in the corridor became even thicker, and it was clear that the sunset was only a few minutes ago, but now the night sky was as deep and deep as obsidian, as if it was already late at night.

Qiao Du heard a quarrel coming from downstairs, mixed with all kinds of trivial white noise, but no one looked at it.

Turning around to go downstairs to take a look at the excitement, something abrupt in the swept vision made Jo Twilight stop in place after turning her head.

He looked slowly behind him.

At the end of the hallway on this level, the door to Room 505 is theoretically supposed to be located, but there is no door.

Only, a dilapidated Buddhist shrine.

In the shrine, a half-reclining black Buddha statue is enshrined.

The corners of the Buddha's mouth are outlined with a smile, as if he is sneering at everything.

This scene is exactly the same as what Qiao Du had seen in her hallucination earlier.

He took a light breath.

The next moment, the face of the Buddha moved out of the hallway.

No.

It was not the face of a Buddha statue, but a dark face hidden behind a veil.

A long, dark blue linen hood covered the man's face, and the robe dragged and hung to the ground.

Qiao Du realized that this person was much taller than ordinary people, especially a leg hidden under a long robe, like stepping on stilts.

He wore a worn-out oil-paper umbrella and walked as if he might fall at any moment.

Behind this person, one after another, several people dressed similarly to him followed suit from the void.

Qiao Twilight smelled a rotten smell, like wood soaked in water for a long time, damp, fishy, and dull.

Tattered oil-paper umbrellas, silent corridors, swaying figures passing through the hall, even the moonlight dimmed.

Twilight stepped out of the way and stood against the wall, staring at the strange beings passing by.

[Those who are looking for the souls of the dead, don't get in their way, or you will be the ghost of the dead!] 】

Crimson words rose like a mist from those who passed by.

When the group walked through the corridor, the sound of crying, scolding, and mahjong all disappeared.

Everyone was silent, as if as long as these beings were aware of their existence, they would be seduced and swooped for their lives and fall into the abyss.

Qiao Twilight breathed slowly.

Suddenly, the tall man who had already passed Qiao Du and walked at the end stopped.

Accompanied by a rustling sound.

All the presence in the hallway stopped, the oil-paper umbrellas swaying, and the hooded faces were facing Qiao Dui's side.

The man closest to him approached abruptly, as if looking for something.

Qiao Du looked at the other party's face hidden behind the curtain, and felt as if she had seen something, as if everything was just an illusion.

The man didn't do anything in the end, just slowly retracted his body and continued to move forward.

Seeing the group of people walking downstairs, Qiao Du saw that where they passed, there were damp traces dragged out, just like drowning people drooping slowly, moving towards the shore step by step.

On the traces, words like blood fluttered faintly.

[Aha, they've found their target!] It's a fresh corpse! 】

"Someone died?"

Qiao Du noticed that the faint smell of blood in the air did not seem to be an illusion.