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The apartment was particularly oppressive under the cover of night. As the elevator door opened, a gust of cold wind hit Lin Xinhui in the face as she held tightly onto her newspaper and cassette tape. She walked to the fourth floor and knocked on Mrs. Yang's door.
The door opened slowly, revealing Mrs. Yang with her exquisite hairstyle and smoky makeup. Her gaze seemed to penetrate the heart. "Oh, it's you, Mrs. Lin. Good evening."
Mrs. Yang's residence. The room is filled with a vague and dark atmosphere, almost all the windows are covered with thick curtains, with only a faint light seeping through the crack in the door. The floor is covered with old books and paintings, and the air is filled with a mixture of tea and musty smell.
"Good evening, Mrs. Yang," Lin Xinhui said with a hint of nervousness, "I came to ask you about some things regarding this building."
"Hmph, this old apartment? You know, it's been around for quite a while. Please come in." Mrs. Yang stepped aside to make way.
In the living room, there were antique-style furniture, yet it exuded a modern touch.
The leather of the sofa emits a faint sheen, and a large abstract painting hangs on the wall, depicting a partially open door with light streaming through the crack.
"Please, have a seat," Mrs. Yang gestured towards the sofa.
Lin Xinhui sat down nervously, feeling an unusual atmosphere in the room. Mrs. Yang walked to the bar, poured two cups of coffee, and handed one to Lin Xinhui.
"What do you want to ask?"
"How long have you been living here?" Lin Xinhui asked cautiously.
Mrs. Yang glanced out the window, pondered for a moment, and replied, "Hmm, it should be more than ten years." She answered while pouring hot tea.
"How much do you know about the other residents in this apartment?" Lin Xinhui continued to ask.
Mrs. Yang's expression suddenly became serious. "The people here all have their own stories. But if they don't bring it up themselves, I usually don't inquire. After all, everyone has their own past that they don't want to touch, don't they?"
Lin Xinhui listened to Mrs. Yang's words and nodded silently. After some thought, she decided to change the subject, "So, have you heard about some of the strange events that have occurred here?"
Mrs. Yang squinted at her, as if evaluating whether to tell the truth, and finally decided to speak, "I can only tell you that some things here are better left unexplored. Sometimes, one's curiosity may lead to consequences that cannot be undone."
As soon as the words fell, a sudden gust of cold wind blew into the room, knocking over a few books by the window. Mrs. Yang and Lin Xinhui exchanged a knowing glance.
"Have you heard about the previous murder case that happened here?"
Mrs. Yang put down the cup and stared at her. "Are you talking about the incident six years ago?"
"Not just that incident, there are others," Lin Xinhui said, taking out a newspaper and a cassette tape. "I found these downstairs and on the top floor. They seem to be connected to this apartment in some way."
Mrs. Yang picked up the newspaper, glanced over the words on it, then looked at the cassette tape, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. "These things, indeed, have their own stories."
She pursed her lips, then said, "How much do you know about the situation in this building right now?"
Lin Xinhui tensed up for a moment, feeling a chill run through her heart, but she remained calm and said, "I may not know as much as you do, but I believe I know enough to feel worried."
"Hmph, worried? You should be afraid!" Mrs. Yang's voice became sharp. "What is your daughter playing with? Are you sure that's just a game?"
Mrs. Yang's question left Lin Xinhui speechless. Ever since Xiao Mei started exhibiting those unusual behaviors, Lin Xinhui had been pondering this question.
"I know the old man on the third floor told you something," Mrs. Yang said slowly, "but do you know why he went crazy? It's because he tried to unravel the secret of this building, but he failed."
Lin Xinhui thought about the words the old man had said to her, yes, it was indeed chilling. But without unraveling these mysteries, they might never be safe.
"Then what about you?" Lin Xinhui asked, "How do you know so much?"
Mrs. Yang's expression became even more complicated, as if she was engaged in a fierce struggle within herself. Finally, she took a deep breath.
"Because I am the witness of the love murder case six years ago."
Lin Xinhui Shocked. This is not only because of Mrs. Yang's identity, but also because of her expression, which is a depth that transcends all fear and guilt.
"At that time, I passed by the fifth floor, and I saw everything. But that night, what I saw was not just a man and a woman. There was... there was something that didn't belong to this world."
Mrs. Yang's words were like a heavy bomb, exploding in Lin Xinhui's heart.
This was not only because of Mrs. Yang's identity, but also because all the clues seemed to form a dense web, entangling the three of them in this chilling story.
"Mrs. Yang, what's going on? What do you know?" Lin Xinhui's voice trembled slightly.
"My daughter's recent behavior has been a bit... abnormal. I have reason to suspect it's related to some past events in this apartment. I just want to know... what secrets does this apartment hold?" Lin Xinhui gritted her teeth, feeling like this was her last chance.
Mrs. Yang tensed up, her expression becoming more serious. "Young people shouldn't delve into things that are better left unknown. Some things, once known, may lead to regret."
"But my daughter Xiao Mei has experienced many strange things, and I need to know the reasons behind them," Lin Xinhui insisted.
Mrs. Yang squinted her eyes and sighed deeply, "I can tell you, but you must be prepared. Because once you know, there's no turning back."
Lin Xinhui hesitated for a moment, then gathered up the courage and said firmly, "I must know. For the sake of my family, especially Xiao Mei."
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