The cold stone walls and the jet-black paint visually shortened the space between them, making the corridors appear eerily deep.
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Huff...
Huff... Huff...
Climbing the dense staircase was exhausting. Yuan Qingli considered herself to be athletic and shouldn't be panting so much.
But strangely enough...
The higher she climbed, the greater the pressure she felt.
His thin body seemed to be shrouded in some unseen heaviness.
Occasionally, when I look up, I can only glimpse the endless darkness, unable to see the stair railing above or any color.
It was as if a very thick fog was obscuring the last hope.
Yuan Qingli looked down at her pink coat, a color that exuded girlish charm, but now, looking at it again, the atmosphere around it gave off a strange feeling.
Keep climbing.
She silently counted the floors in her mind.
We've reached the twentieth floor...
In the dim light, someone could be singing.
What can boys play with?
"What?!"
"Oh~~ One more time~"
What can boys play with?
Frogs, snails,
And the puppy's tail.
What can girls play?
Good things like sugar and frying pans.
What about me?
What about me?
What can I play?
"La la la~ la la~ la la la~"
As Yuan Qingli reached the top of the stairs on the 22nd floor, she realized that the eerie singing was getting closer.
It felt as if it were right next to her, like stereo sound surrounding her ears.
At the end of the dark corridor, a half-open, dirty window peeks out a few faint rays of light, grayish-white and lacking vibrancy.
Most likely, the sun had not yet risen.
Yuan Qingli walked towards the huge, dark entrance in her white sneakers. Her usually light footsteps sounded exceptionally clear at this moment.
Tap, tap, tap.
Da, da da da da...
She instinctively sped up.
The sound of water droplets falling seemed to come from nowhere, with each drop followed by a short pause, as if deliberately keeping the listener on the edge of their seat.
The singing didn't end; the closer one got, the louder it became.
It wasn't until Yuan Qingli, supporting her slightly weak legs, stood at the door of 2204 that she finally made it.
The sound was like a music cassette tape that had been cut off, abruptly stopping.
Yuan Qingli stretched out her hand, unsure where to place it.
The iron gate was covered in rust and smeared with various dark paints.
It's as if someone has used this door as a graffiti board, drawing on it at will.
But honestly, it's so ugly it can't even be considered a work of art.
Yuan Qingli looked at both sides of the door; there was no doorbell on the door.
He clenched his fist and knocked on the door twice. It seemed as if his hand was covered with a thick layer of something heavy, as it only made a dull sound that was not clear.
Yuan Qingli had no choice but to raise her voice and say, "Hello Mr. Zhuang, your takeout has arrived. Please come out and sign for it."
Yuan Qingli lifted her eyelids and noticed a peephole on the door.
It was a dark, foggy mass; I didn't know if I could see anything clearly.
At first, no one responded.
She called out twice more, "Hello Mr. Zhuang, your takeout has arrived!"
Since the app requires customers to personally deliver the items, Yuan Qingli couldn't just leave them at the door and walk away.
She called out five times, but still no one responded.
The sound echoed in the quiet corridor, and as the last note faded, the clear tone was tinged with coldness and impatience.
There is no one.
But Yuan Qingli could feel that a pair of eyes were staring intently at her from a dark corner, which made her feel uneasy.
She fell silent and stood at the doorway.
He pretended to be calm and looked around, but didn't find anyone unusual.
She was certain that the intense gaze came from the cat's eye!
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