Chapter 5

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Translator: MysticRain

—— Chapter 5 ——

When he woke up, it was already six o’clock in the evening.

Xiang Wenhao thought for a moment and finally still decided to go to work at the radio station.

——It was better to be alone in the broadcasting room with music and equipment than at home alone.

He was trying hard to forget everything that had happened last night (or to say this morning).

Because in any case, this day-to-day, prosaic lifestyle must go on.

Thus, he got into the elevator.

——He was sure that Zhou Zimo would not appear at this time.

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After he got off work, Xiang Wenhao stayed in the broadcasting room for two hours.

It was not until dawn did he locked the door and drove home.

However, when he walked into the apartment building, he discovered that at this time in the morning, the corridor was still empty.

The elevator was parked on the first floor as usual.

——That eerie cardboard box must still be leaning against the wall in the corner of the elevator

Xiang Wenhao hesitated for a moment, then decided to climb the stairs.

——In any case, the stairs will not break down.

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The stairwells of the high-rise apartment were narrow and dark, like a closed and tall chimney.

Both sides of the stairwells were lined with white and mottled walls, which can be touched with both arms open at the same time.

When he got to the end of the wall, Xiang Wenhao made a 180-degree turn, and immediately the next flight of steps appeared.

Xiang Wenhao climbed this long chimney.

With every few steps he climbed, he would stamp on his foot to make sure that the sound-activated light overhead would turn on.

When he reached the eighth floor, Xiang Wenhao stopped to catch his breath.

He thought it was somewhat ridiculous, yet he could not laugh about it.

What had happened these past few days was like a dream, but it was far more real than a dream.

But no one would believe this kind of thing.

Nevertheless, walking the seventeenth flight of stairs every day could also be a good way to exercise.

The lights overhead went out silently.

Xiang Wenhao suddenly startled. He reflexively stomped his foot.

“Dong!”

The loud echoes shuttled up and down the stairwell and struck the layers of air.

The light went back on.

Xiang Wenhao slowly exhaled, pulled himself together, and continued to walk up the stair.

The sound of footsteps in the quiet and narrow space was particularly harsh and gave a creepy sense of tremor.

——*clomp*

——*clomp*

Xiang Wenhao turned to look back repeatedly almost at every step. He wished he could grow a pair of wings and fly up the seventeenth floors.

Every step seemed to be endless.

On the fourteen floors, Xiang Wenhao found the sound-activated light above his head did not turn on.

The dim light of the fifteenth floor reflected weakly and accentuated all the gloom even more ghostly.

The mottled white walls became dark green in color, convex and concave, like the grimace of a green face and ferocious fangs.

Xiang Wenhao took a deep breath, lowered his head, and hurtled up the stair.

When he turned the corner, he slipped and subconsciously grasped the handrail that fixed to the wall.

——But where his palm should be, it actually has a fluffy touch.

Xiang Wenhao was terrified and frantically got up.

He looked up in the dim light and immediately issued a blood-curdling scream.

——What he grasped in his hand was actually a bloody head!

The person’s head was inserted in a long and straight stick, and his shaggy hair covered his miserably white face.

That head chuckled eerily and opened its mouth to nibble on the hand that held it.

Xiang Wenhao let out another scream. He released his hand and scrambled away into a corner, curled up in a ball, and trembled.

At this moment, the lights also went out on the fifteenth floor, and darkness surged in.

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Xiang Wenhao fell limply to the ground.

His legs kicked convulsively, and his leather shoes were kicked against the wall and issued a loud bang.

The lights on the fifteenth floor went on again.

——In the dim light, a mop was laying quietly on the handrail at the corner of the stairs.

It took Xiang Wenhao a full five minutes to got up from the ground.

His leg muscles seemed to melt into a pool of water. Even the strength to stand had left him.

He reached out in anger, grabbed the mop, and threw it downstairs.

The mop glided down the flight of steps, and finally, bounced vainly on the rest on the concrete floor before it lay still.

——The End of Chapter 5 ——

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