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Just as I was engulfed in fear, a rapid knocking at the door interrupted my thoughts.
The police and security personnel arrived at my home, hoping to learn more about the voice message from Chen Ranran.
I recounted everything I knew in detail, including Chen Ranran's remarks in the group chat and the voice messages she had received.
After sending the police away, I sat alone on the sofa, filled with dread and unease.
I realized that the act of grabbing the Red Envelope might truly be connected to death, and everything seemed to revolve around that mysterious phrase, "Fate Comes From You."
I decided to re-enter the Owner Group, hoping to find more clues.
However, when I opened my phone, I unexpectedly discovered a new message.
It was a voice message from Chen Ranran sent just after three in the morning.
I clicked on the message and heard her voice trembling and urgent:
"Li Jie! It's me, Chen Ranran! Can you hear me?"
"I... I saw her! She's back!"
"Don't make a sound! Listen to me!"
"Do you remember last night? I said I heard noises upstairs."
"I was lying to you."
"The noises were coming from downstairs!"
"That woman, she has returned!"
"She wants her Red Envelope back!"
"Li Jie, you have to tell me! What should I do?"
After listening to this voice message, I froze completely.
I couldn't imagine the state of fear Chen Ranran must have been in at that moment, nor could I comprehend why she would hear sounds coming from downstairs.
I couldn't understand why she said that woman had returned.
I struggled to calm myself down and began to think through the entire situation.
Suddenly, I remembered the Red Envelope cover I had picked up at the entrance of the community last night.
It was inscribed with the words “Fate Comes From You.”
Could it be that all of this was really connected to that mysterious “Fate Comes From You”?
I trembled as I opened WeChat and found the photo of the Red Envelope cover.
When I zoomed in on the photo, I suddenly noticed a line of small text on the Red Envelope cover:
“Whoever took my Red Envelope, took my life.”
This sentence sent chills down my spine and made me finally realize the gravity of the situation.
The act of snatching a Red Envelope might truly be related to death!
Just as I was overwhelmed with fear, there was another urgent knock at the door.
The police and security guards had come to my home again, informing me that another death had occurred in the community.
It was eight o'clock in the evening.
I stood in the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bag of frozen dumplings.
I tore open the packaging and poured the dumplings into a pot, starting to boil them.
Perhaps they had been frozen for too long, as their skins had become fragile.
The dumplings rolled around in the water for a moment before splitting open.
The filling gradually melted, turning the once clear broth into a murky brown color.
As I watched the bubbles rising in the pot, an inexplicable sense of dread welled up inside me.
Just when I turned to grab some chopsticks, I suddenly heard faint footsteps and breathing sounds.
The footsteps were light, almost dragging.
But the heavy breathing was unmistakable, as if the pursuer was exerting every ounce of strength to chase something down.
I froze in place.
It felt as though I had plunged into an ice cellar.
I knew the killer was here.
He had killed Chen Ranran, and now he was coming for me!
The thought sent my breath into a rapid frenzy.
At the same time, the footsteps grew clearer, closer.
The fear in my heart intensified.
Yet I did not run.
Because I knew that tomorrow was First Day, and no matter where I fled, the killer would find me.
Knowing this, it was better to face it bravely.
In that moment, I recalled what I had said in the Owner Group:
“If Chen Jingyu comes for me, I’ll fight her to the end!”
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