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The interior of the the Chen family apartment is extremely modern, with comfortable off-white walls and simple wooden and light-colored furniture. A large LCD TV is mounted on one wall of the living room, playing a reality show with the volume turned down low.
On this quiet afternoon, Lin Xinhui holds the remote control in one hand, furrowing her brow as she tries to find a TV channel to pass the time. But at that moment, a faint breeze blows through the door crack, carrying a crumpled note, with half of it inside and half outside.
"What is this thing?" Lin Xinhui put down the remote control, got up and walked to the door, opened it, picked up the paper, and muttered to herself, faint wrinkles appearing on her forehead.
The note looked a little old, and the handwriting on it was already somewhat blurry.
With a sudden tightness in her chest, Lin Xinhui immediately picked up her phone and called her husband, Chen Hanlin.
"Honey, I just found a strange note under the door crack."
"Really? I'll head home as soon as I finish work," Chen Hanlin said with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
As she was focused on the phone call, the door next to her suddenly opened. Mr. Lin, her neighbor, had a friendly but slightly forced smile on his face as he walked over.
He was wearing a purple polo shirt and gray casual pants, holding a garbage bag, apparently preparing to take out the trash.
"Hi, Mrs. Lin, it's so late and you're not resting yet. You look so tense. What's going on?" Mr. Lin asked, with a smile that seemed like a mask on his face, unable to hide a trace of worry.
"Oh, Mr. Lin, you've come just in time. Did you happen to see someone lingering at our doorstep just now?" Lin Xinhui pointed to the note on the ground.
"No, but I did see Mr. Hsu from the third floor passing by here just now. His behavior has been a bit strange lately, but you know, he's just a peculiar person."
Mr. Lin's eyes revealed a hint of seriousness, yet with a touch of humor, which made Lin Xinhui relax a bit from the tense atmosphere.
"I have a small question, I don't know if you have seen this kind of note before?" She showed the note to Mr. Lin.
Mr. Lin squinted his eyes and carefully examined it. "This? No, I don't have it. The words on it are indeed very strange," he said, gently placing the garbage bag on the ground.
"Yeah, it's strange. This note suddenly appeared under my door, and I also found it unusual that a stranger had asked for our address before," Lin Xinhui said, frowning as she folded the note.
"If you're worried, should we call the police?" Mr. Lin suggested.
"It's not that serious yet. Maybe it's just someone's prank. But thank you, I don't feel so nervous now," Lin Xinhui replied with a smile, then put the folded note into her pocket.
"Afterwards, if you happen to find any notes under the door again, it's best not to pay too much attention to it. This apartment building is... well, special." Mr. Lin suddenly seemed to remember something and reminded us.
Mr. Lin's words made Lin Xinhui feel even more uneasy. There was an unusual tension in his expression, as if he knew something but was unwilling to say more.
"Special? Are you referring to the rumors about this apartment?" Lin Xinhui couldn't help but ask her own doubts directly.
"Well, there are indeed some unknown things here. But I suggest you, well, not to be too curious. Safety is the most important, right?" Mr. Lin's voice carried a hint of threat.
Lin Xinhui couldn't shake off her doubts, but also felt a chill. She couldn't help but look at the strange note again, and then nodded.
"You're right, safety is the most important. Thank you for reminding me."
"No problem, I'll go busy myself then." Mr. Lin smiled and then carried the garbage bag towards the stairs.
Watching his figure disappear, Lin Xinhui immediately leaned over to look at the note that had just been pushed over. A subtle but increasingly noticeable sense of unease suddenly enveloped her.
Lin XinhuiPicking up the note, unfolding it, it was hastily written in pencil: "Beware of those who are not human."
What does this mean? People who don't belong in this world? The origin of the note is unknown, like a needle, it stimulates curiosity and worry at the same time.
Lin Xinhui tightly held the piece of paper in his hand and carefully placed it in the drawer, as if hoping the drawer could lock away all the insecurity.
That evening, Lin Xinhui went into the kitchen early and started preparing dinner.
Although she appeared to be maintaining her composure, her gaze often drifted towards the crack in the living room door, filled with fear or worry.
Just as she was chopping vegetables, the doorbell suddenly rang.
In an instant, her heart raced. She put down the kitchen knife and quickly walked to the door, looking through the peephole.
It was Mr. Lin, another resident living in the building.
"Good evening, Mr. Lin," Lin Xinhui greeted politely, despite the turmoil in her heart.
"Good evening, Miss Xinhui," Mr. Lin smiled, "Sorry to bother you. I found this in the stairwell today and thought it might belong to your family's Xiao Mei."
Speaking, he handed over an old leather ball.
"Ah, thank you so much," Lin Xinhui took the ball, but a hint of unease arose in his heart.
"You're welcome, you're welcome, we're all neighbors after all," Mr. Lin seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.
"Is there something else?" Lin Xinhui keenly caught his hesitation.
"That... recently there have been some strange noises on the top floor, I don't know if you've noticed?" Mr. Lin asked quietly.
"Strange noises?" Lin Xinhui frowned, "Honestly, I haven't paid much attention."
"Well, maybe I'm just being oversensitive," Mr. Lin said with a slight smile. "I won't disturb you then, good night."
"Good night." Watching Mr. Lin leave, Lin Xinhui's sense of unease intensified a little.
She returned to the kitchen, suddenly realizing that she no longer felt safe in this house. That note, Mr. Lin's words, and the ball Xiao Mei had been playing with all made her feel suspicious.
At around 7 o'clock in the evening, Chen Hanlin finally finished work and hurried home. He pushed open the door, looking unusually tense.
"Xinhui, what happened? What's the deal with that note?" His voice was filled with concern.
"I'm not sure either. I just spoke with Mr. Lin, and he didn't see anyone placing it. But he mentioned that Mr. Hsu happened to pass by."
"Mr. Hsu? He's always so strange, but I think we should pay attention. I just ran into Mr. Sun downstairs, and he said there's something off about the apartment recently. There have been too many incidents lately, we can't take it lightly," Chen Hanlin asked.
"You're right. I will be careful," Lin Xinhui said, feeling a sense of comfort as she looked at her husband. As for that note, was it a warning or a prank? It seems only time will tell them the answer.
After dinner, Lin Xinhui decided to put Xiao Mei to bed early. She gently kissed Xiao Mei on the face and said, "Mommy loves you, sweet dreams." Xiao Mei responded with squinted eyes, "Xiao Mei loves mommy too, mommy also have sweet dreams."
Close the door, after this incident, Lin Xinhui decided to continue investigating the anomalies in this apartment. A premonition told her that unraveling the mystery behind this note might lead to the deeper secrets of this apartment.
At that moment, Lin Xinhui suddenly thought, who are those "playmates" playing with her daughter Xiao Mei? Are they human, or—ghosts?! She shuddered suddenly and decided not to think about this question for the time being. But undoubtedly, everything seems to be related to this building, and things are becoming more and more complicated.
Lying next to Lin Xinhui, Chen Hanlin also felt a wave of unease, but they had already signed the contract to move in here. They had no other choice but to continue moving forward.
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