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There is always a somewhat uneasy atmosphere in the air, allowing Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin to feel a hint of worry when they look at each other. The TV news reports on the daily affairs of the community, and the sound is almost swallowed by silence.
The phone at the community management office rings, and it's Liu Minhung, the always optimistic and kind security guard.
"Is this Mrs. Lin?" Liu Minhung's voice revealed a hint of unease.
"Yes, it's me. What's wrong? Is there something going on?" Lin Xinhui asked cautiously.
"Well, actually, today when I was patrolling downstairs, I found some issues on the third floor," Liu Minhung said.
"Issues? What kind of issues?" Lin Xinhui's heart tightened.
"I'm not really sure, but the old man on the third floor, Hsu CheJen, seems to have become very strange. I just saw him constantly drawing strange patterns in the stairwell, and he was also muttering incantations under his breath."
As soon as the words fell, Lin Xinhui felt extremely uncomfortable, as if a stone had hit her heart.
"I understand, thank you for telling me," Lin Xinhui hung up the phone.
"I heard there's a crazy old man on the third floor." Lin Xinhui dropped a bombshell, breaking the dull atmosphere.
"What's wrong?" Chen Hanlin asked nervously.
"Security guard Liu Minhung mentioned it yesterday. He said the old man often draws strange patterns in the stairwell."
Lin Xinhui frowned, not taking this vague rumor to heart, but still feeling a bit uneasy. "Let's go check it out. Maybe we can find some clues."
The third floor of the apartment has a noticeably different atmosphere compared to the other floors.
The corridor's lighting is significantly dimmer than on other floors, casting shadows on the walls like eerie masks.
Chen Hanlin tightly holds his wife's hand to provide each other with emotional support.
"Is this the third floor? Why is it so dark?" Lin Xinhui asked in confusion.
At that moment, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. The two of them couldn't help but shudder.
"Oh my, this is too much of a coincidence," Chen Hanlin felt very uneasy about this coincidence.
At this moment, a bright police car light flashed outside the window, illuminating the third-floor corridor. Two police officers, one male and one female, were busy knocking on a door.
"Open the door, police!" The male officer's voice was full of authority.
"What's going on?" Lin Xinhui couldn't help but ask as she walked over.
"Oh, are you new residents? I'm Officer Li Weihan," said Li Weihan to them.
"Mr. Hsu CheJen on the third floor has been exhibiting some unusual behavior lately, often scribbling on the walls and making strange low noises at night. The neighbors have reported it many times, so we've come to check on the situation."
Abnormal behavior? Is that the crazy old man security Liu mentioned?" Chen Hanlin asked directly.
"Yeah, you've heard about it too? His mental state is indeed a bit problematic, but it's not certain why at the moment. I suggest everyone stay away from him for now."
As soon as Li Weihan's voice fell, a sharp sound came from behind the door, making everyone tense involuntarily.
Then, with a strong kick from the police, the door "bang" opened.
"Uncle, are you there?" Another female police officer was responsible for calling out. Her name was Li Fang.
The air seemed to freeze, and then, an elderly man slowly walked out, his hair disheveled and his eyes vacant.
Upon seeing him, Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin exchanged a glance, both feeling a sense of foreboding.
As Hsu CheJen was led away in handcuffs by the police, he suddenly stopped when passing by Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin, and said in a strange tone, "Do you know, the entire building is fake, all fake! Finding the skull is the only way out."
The police later conducted a simple search and ultimately took away Hsu CheJen.
This statement sent shivers down the spines of Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin because when Mr. Xu said this, his eyes suddenly became transparent, as if seeing through everything.
The police quickly took him away, but those words seemed to be engraved in their hearts.
"What was that guy talking about? Why do I feel something's not right?" Chen Hanlin said uneasily.
"I don't know either, but it feels like he's warning us about something," Lin Xinhui's scalp tingled. "It's like entering a vortex, the more you try to escape, the more you're drawn in."
"Yeah, we better be careful. It seems like there's really something wrong with this building," Chen Hanlin said.
At this moment, the two of them only just noticed that when Mr. Xu was taken away, the lights in the corridor also went out, and the moment of silence made them feel extremely fearful.
Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin glanced at each other, both feeling a chill in their hearts. Hsu CheJen may have appeared to them as a confused old man, but his words were like a sharp knife, deeply piercing their souls.
Returning home, Lin Xinhui felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart, not just because of the old man on the third floor, but a kind of inexpressible premonition. She felt that what was about to happen might affect the fate of their family.
Chen Hanlin didn't feel like watching TV either. He turned it off and looked out the window. The rain was getting heavier, making a "pitter-patter" sound against the window. He thought to himself that it would be a long and restless night.
That night, in the quiet of the night, Lin Xinhui tossed and turned, finally walking up that narrow staircase in his dreams.
Her footsteps sounded particularly loud, as if echoing in the empty corridor. The musty smell was mixed with an inexplicable chill, making people shudder.
"Why did I dream of this place?" Lin Xinhui felt a wave of unease. Then, she noticed a cold wind blowing in through the crack in the door, instantly chilling her to the bone. Fear made her tremble, yet she couldn't control herself from walking towards the door.
At that moment, she heard a faint murmuring, as if it were from Uncle Hsu CheJen. "Find the skull... find the skull..." These few words seemed like a spell, causing Lin Xinhui to become even more frightened.
The door creaked open, and a faint light spilled into the room. Uncle Hsu CheJen was sitting on an old wooden chair, his face pale and his eyes vacant.
"You're here, that's great," said Mr. Hsu CheJen coldly.
"Am I dreaming? This all feels too unreal!" Lin Xinhui trembled as she asked.
"Sometimes, the line between dreams and reality is very thin," warned Uncle Hsu CheJen.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning tore through the darkness, followed almost immediately by the rumble of thunder echoing throughout the entire apartment. Lin Xinhui instantly woke up, realizing that she was still in her own bed.
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