Chapter 8 has begun

Well... I mentioned it before, but not in such detail. Alright... you can go first.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Chen... um... I would like to ask..." Zhao Long scratched his head and said, "Your wife... you said she passed away from heart disease, right? Did she... pass away in this building?"

Midnight is fast approaching. The blood letter is about to officially begin

Finally, when the time on the phone finally shows 00:00, everyone feels their breath quickening

When he came out, he was still holding a cigarette, and the strong smell of smoke made Dong Xie even more irritable

What ... ... what? Zhao Long was taken aback upon hearing this: "Why?"

Dong Xie then immediately said: "Not necessarily... The downstairs is locked, so perhaps someone has discovered similar things in the past... Also, the landlady's death... Is it really that simple to say she died of a heart attack?"

"Mr. Landlord! How many residents are there in Building 3?" Suddenly, Zhao Long asked this question. After the landlord left, as the blood letters began, there might be other residents involved as well. It is uncertain whether any information regarding the * map * and * book * could be gleaned from them.

Not many, the fourth and fifth floors were originally unoccupied, and the first to third floors together have seven households, all of which are elderly individuals living alone. Has my son not mentioned this to you?

Then I will go out

There are still ... ... ten minutes

Others looked at each other in confusion

The time is drawing nearer...

What happened? Is there a power outage?

"It is like this, Mr. Zhao, my youngest son has encountered a bit of trouble, I need to go to the city, and I do not know when I will return, regarding the matter of changing the locks..."

"That's not right. If there is a power outage, how could the phone also be dark?"

They continued to stare at the phone in front of them

Because the building is mostly occupied by elderly people, and there are not many residents, over time everyone has become quite familiar with each other. Therefore, they all signed up for a group tour, and if you had not come at this time, I would have also joined this group.

Well... I... I am just worried that the feng shui might not be good enough

Are you going out? Zhao Long always felt that this was not a coincidence, but rather a kind of control that seemed to be dictated by fate. Changing the lock is not urgent...

This is definitely not a coincidence

And now, within the entire Building 3, there are only five of them left! Of course, even if there were others present, it would not make much of a difference; however, this situation has cast a shadow of loneliness and terror over each person's heart.

Zhao Long looked around at the people with a look of astonishment

"I... I am going to the restroom, and I will smoke a cigarette while I'm at it." Ge Qi had already gone to the restroom for the sixth time since then. It was evident that, despite having had a near-death experience indicated by the blood-red words, his fear had not diminished in the slightest.

However, the phone has already been hung up

The residents of Building 3 seem to be quite few. At this moment, Zhao Long could no longer endure the oppressive silence and spoke up: "The location of these houses is inherently poor, there isn't even a grocery store nearby, and many people have moved away. The only ones living here are mostly elderly. According to the landlord's son, we are the only ones renting on this floor."

Meanwhile, all the lights in the room suddenly...! ... went out!

What kind of feng shui is this

In an instant, the scene became very desolate

Do not panic, do not panic

Dong Xie once again picked up his coffee and took a sip. At this moment, he was actually not feeling sleepy at all. Even though he knew it was still early, he couldn't help but occasionally stare at his phone in front of him. Drinking coffee was merely a way to keep himself occupied, to distract his attention, and to mask the intense fear within.

Zhao Long picked up the phone; it was a call from the landlord

Well, that's good. I will be back tomorrow afternoon! That's it!

"Do you think ... ..." Zhao Long looked at Dong Xie, "Did Mrs. Chen go to the 4th floor when she passed away?"

Hello? Is this the landlord? Um... Zhao Long answered the call and switched to speakerphone. Just as he was about to ask something, the landlord's voice came through from the other end of the line

This is already Feng Yu's third time making coffee in the kitchen. There are still quite a few cups left in the cabinets, and after giving them a rough wash, Feng Yu used them to prepare instant coffee

Is it only this few people?

Aning! Hold my hand! Do not let go!

At first, I repeatedly asked whether anyone had died here and similar questions..." Feng Yu took another sip of coffee, yawned, and said, "However, many bloodstains cannot be traced back to their origins, unlike what is portrayed in horror movies, where the conclusion usually reveals that someone died in this place many years ago, such as in 'The Eye' or 'Ju-on'. Therefore... perhaps it is fundamentally impossible to uncover the reasons behind it.

There are only 5 minutes left until midnight.

Who knows if this is the last cigarette of my life

Dong Xie held the phone, pursed his lips, and tilted his head slightly back: "I am also speculating."

Everyone continued to stare at their phones, watching as two minutes passed... Suddenly, the phone vibrated!

Ah!

When Feng Yu brought the coffee back, everyone sat upright, their expressions solemn. In the center of them was a round table, on which lay a mobile phone, and they all stared intently at the time displayed on the phone's screen

It is certain that it is absolutely impossible to sit upright in this room for five hours... When the time comes... Anything can happen... No one knows whether they have already obtained clues related to survival, and no one knows... whether they themselves will become the first victim

Zhao Long also knows that this reason is utterly untenable, but now he has no other options left

As he walked towards the restroom, Dong Xie set down his coffee cup, continuously rubbing his palms together. He glanced at his phone, only to realize that not even a minute had passed. He had never imagined that ten minutes could feel so long. He himself did not know whether he wished for time to pass more quickly or more slowly.

Life stands before this apartment like mere weeds

What are you asking this for

"Are you still going to continue smoking?" This caused Feng Yu to show a hint of displeasure: "The ventilation in this room is already poor, and every time I go to the bathroom, there is a strong smell of smoke."

Speaking of which, there is currently no one on the first to third floors

After Ge Qi spoke this sentence, everyone fell silent

Everyone looks at me, I look at you, and none of us knows what to say. At that moment, Ge Qi, who had been smoking in the restroom, also came out and asked, "What happened? I thought I heard something on the 4th floor?"

There is an electric kettle in the room, and it quickly boils water once plugged in

At that moment, Dong Xie suddenly picked up the phone and asked, "Mr. Chen... may I ask you something... when your wife passed away, did you go to the 4th floor?"