Aunt Liu's voice on the other end of the phone made people feel that she was very tired, and in fact she was.

"Ziyi, I'm so sorry. You just moved in and you've already encountered this."

"It's okay." Qiao Yan and Xie Quan exchanged a glance and slowly asked, "Aunt Liu, the police asked me a lot of questions today. Chen Meng said she hasn't seen Grandpa Lu leave the house in a few days. I haven't seen anyone leave Room 403 in the past two days since I moved in. Is that okay?"

"Of course, you're right." Aunt Liu on the other end sighed. "I didn't expect that either. When I opened the door, I saw him sitting on a chair by the door, holding his antique erhu... He was already rotten."

As she spoke, Aunt Liu's voice became visibly choked with sobs: "I was so scared at the time, but now I think about it, maybe in the future when my old man and I die..."

"What are you talking about!" Qiao Yan interrupted her: "I will visit your home often, and you are in good health!"

"Thank you, Ziyi. You are a good child."

After saying a few more heartwarming words to Aunt Liu, Qiao Yan hung up the phone. She had never expected that she would find out the circumstances of Grandpa Lu's death so easily.

It was almost exactly what they had guessed.

Xie Quan told her a few more words to be careful. Although it now seemed that Grandpa Lu died of natural causes, it was still necessary to be careful.

"Thank you." Qiao Yan nodded. Xie Quan gave people a very down-to-earth feeling. Qiao Yan subconsciously felt that he was someone she could trust. "But don't you have to rush to work part-time today?"

"Oh, this one." Xie Quan smiled. "My part-time job at the bakery is long-term, and I'm paid monthly. They called me in because they were short of staff, and I'm paid now."

So the reason why he could sit here and talk with Qiao Yan today was because his second part-time job was not short of manpower.

Qiao Yan thought he was quite capable. She felt exhausted just hearing about him running around doing part-time jobs.

Xie Quan looked very energetic when he arrived, and before leaving he did not forget to comfort Qiao Yan not to think too much, as it was just the normal process of birth, aging, sickness and death.

After seeing Xie Quan off, Qiao Yan did not rush back to the house. She leaned against the iron railing in the corridor and looked quietly towards the gate of the community downstairs.

It was getting dark outside and there was no moon tonight.

Qiao Yan watched outside for a long time. The street light at the entrance of the community had already turned on, but she could not wait for the black figure to appear again.

The night wind blew and it felt a little cold, so she rubbed her arms and went back into the house.

Until she finished washing up, everything was so peaceful and quiet, or perhaps... solemn?

There was no new work news in the email, which meant she could go to bed early tonight.

Qiao Yan was somewhat happy because she hadn't slept the whole night before, and her sleep in the afternoon was not very restful. She felt even more tired after waking up.

After checking the doors and windows, she went back to her room and lay down on the bed. It wasn't long before she felt sleepy. She left a night light on for herself, and in the little light left in the room, she had a dream.

Qiao Yan was clearly aware that she was dreaming, but even so, she could not control her behavior in the dream.

She stood in front of the door of room 403. After a moment's hesitation, she reached out and gently pushed the door open. As the turquoise iron door slowly opened, light finally came into the room.

A pungent stench hit my face, somewhat like the smell of rotten pork, with a sour smell in the fishy stink.

Then, the owner of the stench was exposed before her eyes.

His entire face had been eaten beyond recognition by maggots, and his physical condition was obviously not very optimistic. His clothes were loose and there were a few "lost" white maggots wriggling on the surface.

The corpse was still holding an erhu, which looked to be of good quality. Perhaps it was because the owner had taken good care of it. Compared to its decaying owner, it looked like it had just come out of the factory...

Qiao Yan felt that what happened during the day must have affected her, which is why she had such a dream.

The dream did not give her a good feeling. The sour smell in the air was so real that she subconsciously began to control her breathing.

"Ziyi."

"Ziyi."

Suddenly, two voices, a man and a woman, were heard behind her, calling out her name together.

Qiao Yan turned around and saw two people standing in the corridor behind her with their backs to her! She was very familiar with the white mourning clothes they were wearing.

Qiao Yan took two steps back into room 403. She was right between the corpse and the two men, making it difficult to move forward or backward.

The two people in mourning never turned around, but just kept calling her name, "Ziyi... Ziyi"

It's like calling souls.

Then they slowly blocked the door of Room 403, completely thwarting her idea of ​​slipping out through the gap.

Qiao Yan shuddered in her dream. She felt that she should wake up now so that she wouldn’t have to face this weird scene anymore.

But she couldn't wake up, she was too awake to get out of this dream!

Just when she was anxious and upset, the sound of the erhu sounded behind her...

It was the same song she heard at noon. Qiao Yan recognized it immediately, but what was the use of recognizing it? She didn't dare to turn around.

"Ziyi."

Among the people blocking the door, the taller one stretched out a hand towards her. The hand had green skin, white nails in the middle and a purple-red circle around the edges.

A small part of the wrist was exposed, and the dark purple veins on it were so clear that it looked a little hideous.

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