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Zhiye Heaving for breath, his face and body were covered in fresh red blood, his hand holding the knife trembling uncontrollably, the blood on the blade still dripping down.
Due to the recent altercation, Shizhi 's shirt fell to the side, and she lay naked on the bed, blood gushing from the hole in her chest.
Zhiye Coming to his senses, he was startled by the scene before him, instinctively throwing away the knife and stumbling backward, losing his balance and falling to the ground.
Zhiye Staring blankly at the gradually chilling corpse.
Did I really do it? He wondered.
Though he was truly at a loss, he couldn't believe he had actually killed Shizhi.
He sat on the ground like that for a few minutes.
Suddenly, he came to his senses.
No, he couldn't stay here any longer, he had to leave quickly!
Zhiye Stumbling, he stood up. He frantically wiped the fingerprints off the knife and washed the blood off his body in the bathroom, then put on his clothes. There was a large mirror on the bedroom vanity, and he glanced at it, noticing his face was as pale as paper. The staircase was pitch black.
He hurriedly ran down the stairs, took the key hanging by the door, opened the iron gate connecting the inside and outside, and walked into the yard.
There was a large iron gate in front of the yard, but the Zhiye decided to go out through the back door.
He circled around the house and arrived at the back of the yard.
An automatic lock is installed on the back door, with a latch lock above it. Zhiye He opened the latch lock and was about to open the automatic lock. Suddenly, he stopped his hand in mid-action. A hint of something unusual crossed his mind.
He didn't immediately realize what was wrong, but he had a sense of dissonance. It was like something was out of place, unreasonable, contradictory, and illogical. It felt strange, even eerie. That's it— who locked this door? Compared to when he had just killed someone, he was much calmer now.
Speaking of which, it was locked inside. He remembered that the iron door inside was locked just now.
Did we lock it when we came back? He tried hard to remember.
No, he was very sure it wasn't locked by them.
Even though he had some drinks, he wasn't drunk. He remembered that when they came back just now, they also entered through the back door. At that time, Shizhi was walking in front, and he was walking behind. He had originally planned to stay overnight at Shizhi's house tonight, so he was about to lock the door at that time. But Shizhi said there was no need to lock it. By the way, why didn't Shizhi let him lock the door?
He also didn't understand why he was so tangled up in the question of "the door being locked." What he should do now is to quickly escape from here.
Right! He suddenly remembered— Shizhi said that her brother hadn't come back, so there was no need to lock the door!
He remembered that Shizhi's brother seemed to be called Liang, a relatively unknown writer, eight years older than Shizhi. He had only met him once, and that was two years ago, no wonder he didn't remember.
He vaguely remembers Liang's appearance, slim and weak, with long and messy hair, looking untidy. It's completely opposite to the cheerful and popular Shizhi. Liang seems to be unsociable, with a gloomy and eccentric personality, always staying in his room and never going anywhere.
No, he seems to occasionally go out to gather material for his work.
"My brother went out a few days ago. He often does this, leaving home without a word and not coming back for several days. Although it's for work, he should at least tell me, so I don't worry," he remembered Shizhi complaining just now. "But he might suddenly come back at any time, so there's no need to lock the door."
Could it be that Liang has returned? The Zhiye thought it must be so, otherwise who else would have locked the door? He remembered that Liang lived alone on the third floor, while Shizhi lived on the fourth floor. Suddenly, he remembered that when he had come down from the fourth floor earlier, the third floor was pitch black, not like someone was there. Since he's back, why wouldn't he turn on the lights? The Zhiye wondered.
At this moment, a terrifying thought flashed through his mind.
How could someone be at home without turning on the lights? It's not a power outage, and it's not yet bedtime.
I remember Shizhi saying that Liang is a night owl, always staying up late. It's not even 10 o'clock yet, so he wouldn't be going to bed this early, and naturally wouldn't have turned off the lights so soon.
So why did he turn off the light?
There is only one reason - I'm sure Liang heard or peeked at what just happened. The reason he didn't turn on the light is because he's afraid of me finding out he's at home, and then I might silence him! Zhiye thinks.
Liang must be behind a certain window upstairs, secretly peeping downstairs. He wants to wait until he confirms that I've left before going up to the fourth floor to check the situation and call the police.
Because, if he's not sure I've left, I might suddenly turn back, and then he'll be in danger. Fortunately, the back door is in a blind spot that can't be seen from upstairs. I absolutely can't let him call the police! Zhiye Leaving the door, I tiptoed back along the original path and walked into the house.
Just like before, the first-floor lobby was dark, pitch black. Only two people, Liang and Shizhi, lived in this building. Except for the fourth floor where Zhiye and Shizhi were, all the other floors were dark, making the whole building look like a haunted house from a horror movie, giving it an eerie and creepy atmosphere. To avoid making any noise, Zhiye took off his shoes and quickly ascended the stairs.
The second floor has a total of six rooms, including three guest rooms, two studies, and one storage room. The six rooms are arranged in pairs, separated by a corridor. Zhiye opens each door one by one.
The three guest rooms are all covered in thick dust. Sometimes, Shizhi friends stay here overnight, but now there is no one here.
The three walls inside the study are filled with books. In the middle of the room, there is a table, and behind the table, there is a swivel chair. Both studies have not accumulated much dust, probably because there are often people coming in.
On the left-hand side after entering the room, the innermost room is a storage room, which contains many ancient and precious oil paintings, celebrity statues, silk, and other art pieces.
Zhiye just wanted to check the second floor as a precaution. He doesn't think Liang would be here.
He tiptoed up to the third floor. There was no light, so he carefully felt his way forward. Upon entering, the restroom was on the left. The third floor only had one room, which was Liang's bedroom and also his workspace. Other than a small kitchen in the corner, there was no other furniture in the living room.
The floor area of this floor exceeds one hundred square meters, and there is no furniture inside. Just thinking about it, you can imagine how spacious it is. No, it's not entirely without other furniture. Next to one wall, there is a Single-seat leather sofa against the wall, and there are also several cylinder connecting the ceiling and the floor in the room. Other than that, there really isn't anything else.
Previously, I heard Shizhi say that Liang often turns off the lights in the late night, sits alone on the sofa, facing the empty room and a few cold pillars, contemplating stories. A gloomy and eccentric man sits motionless in this dark and empty space - just thinking about this scene makes an Zhiye feel their hair stand on end. By the way, could it be that he was just sitting here brainstorming a novel, which is why he didn't turn on the lights?
However, sitting on this sofa, I can clearly see the stairs over there. No matter what, he must have seen me! thought the Zhiye. Liang's room is at the far end of the third floor, at the end of a short corridor. From the crack under the door, it can be seen that the room inside is not lit. The Zhiye took a deep breath, he didn't bring any weapons. Although Liang's physique is obviously not on the same level as his, he can easily overpower Liang, but he still feels a little nervous.
He slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door. Inside, it was also pitch black. He turned on the light and found that there was no one inside. Zhiye
Inside the room, there is a single bed and a set of office desks. The floor and the tabletop are in a mess, and the window is not open, causing a strange smell in the room. There is a lot of dust accumulated everywhere in the room, obviously no one has been in for several days. Liang is not here.
Is he upstairs? Zhiye wondered. Zhiye went up to the fourth floor, which looked exactly the same as when he had left, with no changes at all. There was no sign of Liang here either. Only the fifth floor remained, he must be up there. Thinking this, Zhiye felt his nerves tighten once again.
The fifth floor seems to be used for storing miscellaneous items. The door on the fifth floor was slightly open. Zhiye calmly pushed the door open, and a cloud of smoke and a nauseating stench hit immediately. Despite the darkness and clutter affecting visibility, Zhiye managed to see inside by the faint light coming in through the window. There was a person standing in the middle of the room.
Looking at that slender figure, the Zhiye knew that it was Liang. He couldn't help but hold his breath.
Sure enough, he was here! Liang stood in the middle of the room with his back to him.
Zhiye quietly walked into the room without making any sound and hid behind a large furniture. Liang seemed not to have noticed him coming in and continued to stand still. Zhiye took another deep breath and then pounced towards Liang.
Suddenly, he stopped and, due to inertia and excessive fright, lost his balance and fell to the ground. With his mouth half open and eyes wide open, his body kept trembling. He looked at Liang with a terrified expression. It turned out that Liang was not standing; his feet were a short distance off the ground, and a seemingly sturdy rope was wrapped around his neck and hung from the ceiling beam.
He has already died.
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