Chapter 3

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Translator: MysticRain

—— Chapter 3 ——

In the next two days, nothing unexpected happened.

Xiang Wenhao even thought that: The phone call that night was just a hallucination caused by extreme fatigue.

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Today, as usual, it was already three in the morning when he parked his car and walked toward the apartment building.

There was not a single person in the corridor. The red sign of the elevator was on, indicating it was on the first floor.

Xiang Wenhao walked in, and it was as he expected——the cardboard box lay motionless in the corner of the elevator.

He thought: Do I need to report this to the property management?

It is better to stay out of it.

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Xiang Wenhao lives on the seventeenth floor.

The elevator had gone up to the tenth floor, almost home.

But just a moment later, the elevator immediately “!” stopped.

Xiang Wenhao stood unsteadily and almost fell down.

Before he could curse, he sank into the darkness.

“Fuck!”

Xiang Wenhao spat.

——Damn, such bad luck that has never happened once in eight lifetimes, yet actually befell upon him.

Tomorrow he could go and buy a lottery ticket.

Swore while fumbled for the elevator phone in the dark, he wants to use it to call the elevator operator.

He took out a lighter “pa” and ignited it, and borrowed the faint glimmer of light to read the emergency number written on the wall.

Beside him came the swishing sound.

A hand quickly stroked him, then disappeared.

The chilling wind blew.

Xiang Wenhao’s hair stood on end with goosebumps all over his body.

He swiftly moved the lighter to the left.

——Before his eyes were emptiness. The metal walls of the elevator illuminate a warm glow under the light of the flame.

On the left-rear corner was only the box. At this moment, it remained the same shape, motionless as a statue.

He breathed out a long sigh of relief, and moved the lighter back and continued to dial the number.

“Du——Du——”

“Du——Du——”

“Du——Du——”

“Fuck!” Xiang Wenhao cursed again.

He hung up the phone receiver heavily, then picked up again and redialed.

A hand quickly stroked him again, then disappeared.

The hand was gentle and firm, as if it contained endless love and longing.

Xiang Wenhao suddenly looked up and moved the lighter to the left again.

——There was nothing.

He was a little confused and frightened, and because of the tremor, his upper and lower row of teeth clattered together.

Suddenly, he noticed something and turned his body, and slowly moved the lighter behind him.

A face appeared in front of him!

That beautiful face, even if it turned into ashes, Xiang Wenhao could also recognize it.

However, at this moment, there was not even a bit of beauty on that face.

——It was clearly a bloody grimace!

The thick sutured stitches interlaced with each other, one by one spread across the face.

Within the incision that was carelessly sutured were some red and green fluid that oozed out and trickle down the tragically white rotten flesh in a zig-zag.

Zhou Zimo looked straight at Xiang Wenhao.

There was no whiteness in his eyes, only two black holes, and occasionally there was some disgusting purge fluid disgorged.

He grinned, revealed bloody gooey teeth and rotten gums, chuckled, and said:

“Hao～～miss me?～～～”

Xiang Wenhao let out a blood-curdling scream, his back leaned against the cold elevator door and slowly slid down.

! “Dong”.

The lighter fell to the ground and went out.

—— The End of Chapter 3 ——

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