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As the elevator doors opened, a wave of metallic scent rushed towards me.
A crowd had already gathered in the hallway.
I squeezed my way through the throng and caught sight of Chen Ranran's lifeless body.
She lay face down in the center of the living room.
Her head was turned to one side, mouth agape, eyes wide open and fixed on the ceiling.
One hand bizarrely clutched a mobile phone.
The scene left everyone speechless.
"Oh my God, what is happening in our community? Why are there two deaths in just two days?"
"Yeah, first the woman who jumped yesterday, and now another dead this morning."
"I just took a quick look; it seems like she's covered in blood."
"This is terrifying!"
People murmured among themselves, but their voices were hushed.
I fought back my discomfort and continued to observe Chen Ranran's body.
Her nightgown was soaked with blood, indicating she must have struggled before her death.
I silently prayed for her.
At that moment, someone quietly asked the security guard, "How did Chen Ranran die?"
The guard sighed, "I’m not sure either."
He pointed to the door across the way. "The body was discovered by Old Man from unit 6-1."
"Old Man went out for a walk early in the morning and came back to find Chen Ranran's door ajar."
"He kindly went in to check and ended up finding her dead."
"Old Man was quite shaken; he just sent her to the hospital."
After saying this, he lamented, "What a tragedy!"
I squeezed my way out of the crowd and returned home.
Sitting on the sofa, I took several big gulps of water to calm my racing heart.
At that moment, I noticed my phone on the coffee table had an unread message notification.
I picked it up and saw it was a voice message from Chen Ranran sent just moments ago.
I clicked on it, and the playback time showed six-thirty.
It must have been sent right before Chen Ranran died.
I trembled as I opened the voice message, and after listening for a few moments, my hair stood on end.
Chen Ranran's voice came through the phone, intermittent and shaky:
“She, she’s here… No, don’t grab the Red Envelope…”
The voice cut off abruptly.
A wave of unease washed over me.
Around noon, the police came to my house.
They asked me about the voice message from Chen Ranran.
I recounted the entire incident in detail.
They took notes and left their contact information, advising me not to leave the city for the time being.
I might be summoned again in the near future.
Later, I learned from the Owner Group that everyone who had come into contact with Chen Ranran, even those who had grabbed the Red Envelope, had been questioned by the police.
Some confirmed that Chen Jingyu had mental health issues and often displayed erratic behavior in public.
Although she had moved in not long ago, many people had a strong impression of her.
As for me, I rarely went out due to work commitments, so I had only encountered her a few times.
“Something big has happened! Something big has happened!”
Messages flooded in from the Owner Group.
Chen Ranran is dead!
Her body lies in the center of the living room.
Her head is turned to one side, mouth agape, eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling.
One hand eerily clutches a phone.
Security and neighbors have gathered at Chen Ranran's residence, discussing this sudden and horrifying event.
The property management and police have already intervened in the investigation, and the atmosphere within the Owner Group has become exceptionally tense.
Everyone is debating how to respond to this crisis.
Upon hearing the news of Chen Ranran's death, I felt an overwhelming shock and fear.
Recalling her previous comments in the group chat and her interactions with Chen Jingyu, I began to suspect that all of this might be related to the incident involving the Red Envelope.
After returning home, I attempted to search for clues by checking Chen Ranran's WeChat voice messages.
While reviewing her WeChat voice messages, I discovered an unread voice message that had been sent just before Chen Ranran's death.
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