Chapter 4

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Translator: MysticRain

—— Chapter 4 ——

Xiang Wenhao sat against the elevator door in the dark, breathing rapidly and gasped for air.

He shuddered and curled up into a ball. Even the strength to scream had left him.

Zhou Zimo picked the lighter on the ground, lit up a candle, and fixed it to one side.

In the faint light, Xiang Wenhao saw him extended his half-rotten hand and slowly reached out toward him.

On the wrist of that hand, there was a black circle that was loosely sutured.

A sticky corpse worm emerged from the bare bone on the back of his hand, and in a blink of an eye, crawled back in.

But before that hand could touch Xiang Wenhao’s cheek like he wanted, it was immediately snap off with a “crack”.

Zhou Zimo stretched out his other hand and staggered to pick up his snapped hand on the ground.

His expression looked somewhat aggrieved and combined with the bloody wound on his face, his face was utterly hideous.

Staring straight at Xiang Wenhao, he said miserably:

“Hao～～it snapped again～～～”

“It hurts so much ah～～～”

That voice drifted and struck against the metal wall and issued a mournful echo.

Xiang Wenhao’s throat suddenly burst forth a series of extremely horrified screams.

He moved his hands and legs wildly. “!!” his head hit the elevator door behind him.

In extreme fear, his eyes became bloodshot, and his facial muscles twisted into an inconceivable shape.

But that ghost chuckled.

His voice rose higher and higher, even drowned out Xiang Wenhao’s frantic blood-curdling scream.

“Hao～～”

He shrieked with laughter:

“Let’s～～get～～mar～～ry”

＊

When Xiang Wenhao woke up from a brief blackout, the elevator had returned to normal.

The lights on the ceiling glared with dazzling white light, and the red sign on the wall showed the elevator had stopped at the seventeenth floor.

He was still leaning against the door. Beside him was the lighter lay motionless.

——The candle, Zhou Zimo as well as the cardboard box has magically disappeared without leaving a trace.

As if it was just a dream.

He propped up his upper body, trembled as he pushed the button on the wall, but failed several times.

At last, the elevator door opened.

His whole body was shaking nonstop.

It seemed a whole century had passed before he got out of the elevator.

Slowly, the elevator door closed behind him.

＊

Xiang Wenhao lay abed in a near unconscious-state.

After a long hot bath, he had recovered from his hysteria.

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed strange to him, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt the biting cold.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this apartment was full of Zhou Zhimo’s rotten odor of putrefaction.

Zhou Zimo was everywhere!

——Zhou Zimo stood beside the sofa and looked down the place where he had collapsed with his head full of blood.

——He stood on the ceramic tile floor in the bathroom, looking for every piece of flesh that was missing from his body with a miserable expression of grief.

——He was lying on the bed where Xiang Wenhao was lying, chuckled, and enjoyed the smell of the semen that he had left in his lover’s body.

……

Xiang Wenhao felt like he was going crazy.

He thought of Zhou Zimo’s darkly beautiful face and his ghastly smile, and suddenly an idea struck him:

Maybe he was a ghost all along!

——When he was alive, he was somewhat eccentric and different from a normal human being. Therefore, after his death, he became an evil spirit among evil spirits.

Or maybe he was not dead at all!

——He was just chopped into pieces, but couldn’t die!

Thus, all day long, he would drag the loosely stitched up body that would fall apart at once, when moved, trembling and tottering, as he searches for the enemy that has dismembered him.

Xiang Wenhao can even imagine how Zhou Zimo dug the soil along the side of the road and used the eye he has found to look for the other eye and use the hand he has found to look for the other hand!

How he held a thick needle and a long, black thread, hurriedly sewed each piece of flesh that he has dug up. He would count as he sewed it:

”One piece……two piece……”

……

While making this kind of crazy assumption, Xiang Wenhao fell asleep.

—— The End of Chapter 4 ——

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