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I exited the store and looked for the elevator to go upstairs. Unexpectedly, the owner of the saleroom followed me.

"Hey, boss, wait a minute, is there something wrong with this store? Can you tell me? I see everyone who passes by here is mysterious."

"There was a murder in this building. It's not very auspicious. If you don't want to lose too much, you should change places as soon as possible." I glanced at him and pressed the elevator to go upstairs.

"It turns out to be a haunted house, no wonder! That turtle son of a property manager lied to me, I have to ask him for an explanation!" The boss was very angry.

I smiled.

The elevator just reached the first floor, there was a ding, and the metal doors slowly opened on both sides.

Accompanied by a strong smell of perfume, a woman with heavy makeup walked out of the old elevator and walked out of the door.

I stepped aside, but the woman deliberately bumped me with her shoulder. When she passed by the store owner, she turned and gave him a wink.

"This woman is so exciting!" The boss kept looking at the woman as she disappeared out the door.

There was still a strong smell of perfume in the elevator. I fanned my nose, walked in and pressed the button for the fourth floor.

Two seconds later, the elevator door opened again, and the dim corridor came into view.

The corridor is narrow and has no windows.

There was a damp, musty smell in the air, and the walls were mottled.

The buildings 20 years ago were not like today. Most of the houses were two-family houses per staircase or even one-family houses per staircase.

In this building, one elevator corresponds to four households, and there are eight households on one floor.

Looking around, it seemed that there were only two or three families living on this floor.

There was a blank piece of paper taped to the door of one of the houses, which was a sign that a funeral had just taken place.

There is nothing noteworthy about the rest. This fourth floor is too lifeless.

Huang Youcheng's house is No. 4 on the fourth floor. Go left after exiting the elevator.

Number 4 is at the end of the corridor, in the darkest corner.

There was a thick layer of dust on the security door, and the seal affixed to it had long been yellowed and tattered. Just standing at the door, I felt a deep chill coming down my back.

Now is not the time to go in.

After a few glances, I focused on the stairwell next to the door.

Huang Youcheng's home and the stairs were so close, which provided the murderer with excellent convenience for killing.

It was dark in the stairwell and the lights seemed to be broken.

I turned on the flashlight and took a look. The narrow stairs were covered with dust. I was afraid that even the cleaning staff would not want to come here.

Go down the stairs.

Just halfway through, I suddenly heard someone talking from around the corner, and I subconsciously stepped lightly.

"I understand. Oh dear, I know today is not a good day, but there is nothing we can do about it. You also know what is going on at home."

"This matter can only depend on you. Yes, I know you have been wronged. Don't you have your eye on a bag? After the matter is completed, the bag will be yours."

There was only a man's voice, probably talking on the phone.

At first glance, it sounded like he was trying to coax his girlfriend, but something felt a little wrong. I couldn’t tell what was wrong at the moment.

Soon, the man's voice disappeared, followed by footsteps.

But the footsteps didn't go further and further away, but came towards the fourth floor.

Does anyone dare to take this staircase?

I hurriedly walked up and hid at the corner leading to the fifth floor.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and soon I saw a tall man walking up and entering the fourth floor.

I followed quietly and saw the man stopping at the door of No. 1 on the fourth floor. He took out his key and opened the door to enter the house.

He is a resident on the fourth floor.

It seemed that I was too worried, so I shook my head and went downstairs again.

I went through the entire staircase and found nothing out of the ordinary.

The massacre happened twenty years ago. Even if there were clues, if they were not discovered by the police, they would have been lost in the long river of time.

I knew this very well, and it was just to familiarize myself with the terrain and prepare for the night's mission.

There are several cheap clothing stores on the second floor, and business is deserted.

There is a small hotel on the third floor, and I can get a room here to rest for half a day.

The business of the small hotel was also very busy. There was a charming young woman in her thirties sitting behind the counter, dozing off with her face in her hands.

"Boss, do you have a room?"

I walked over and knocked on the table gently.

"Yes, yes." The young woman opened her eyes and didn't even see anyone clearly, so she nodded subconsciously and smiled enthusiastically: "How many people live there, what kind of room do you want?"

"A single room." I took out my ID card and put it on the table.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The young woman operated the computer, quickly registered my information, and handed me the room card and ID card with both hands.

"Room is 302. Go in and turn right and it's the second one. My name is Cai Yujuan. You can call me Sister Juan. If you have any requests, you can ask me."

"Okay, thanks."

I took the room card and ID card, nodded to Sister Juan, and went to my room.

The space is small and looks clean and tidy, but the smell of disinfectant is a bit strong. There is a small window facing the door downstairs, so you can see the situation at the door.

I glanced downstairs twice, but I didn't see anyone coming or going for a long time, so I looked away, sat cross-legged on the bed, and took the time to practice my Qi.

When I was tired, I lay on the bed and slept until I was woken up by the alarm clock.

At dusk, it is the rush hour for getting off work.

There was a lot of traffic and traffic outside the building.

I took my room card and went out to look for food. When I passed by the front desk, I saw a tall man lying on the counter, talking to the boss, Sister Juan.

Looking at the back, he looks a bit like a man talking on the phone in the corridor during the day.

His voice was low, and the man's movements were a bit intimate. The relationship between the two should be very close.

But when I walked by, the two of them silently shut up, as if they didn't want others to hear the content of their conversation.

I didn't take it too seriously. I took the elevator downstairs and passed by the sales area on the first floor. The boss was sitting on a chair and sighing. It seemed that he couldn't get satisfactory results from the property management theory.

I found a noodle shop in the alley next to the building and randomly ordered three taels of beef noodles. I looked around casually while eating.

At this time, there were obviously more people coming in and out of Century Ruifu.

People in the mall left in a hurry, and people after get off work slowly returned home.

After the short period of excitement, the building was even more deserted than during the day.

The sky was completely dark, and there were only a few sporadic lights on in the whole building. Compared with the bright neon lights around it, it looked even more lonely and gloomy.

When I returned to the building, the store on the first floor was closed, and the boss was smoking a cigarette and waiting for the elevator.

"Brother, didn't you say this is a haunted house? Why do you go upstairs at night? Do you live here?" When he saw me coming, he gave me a cigarette.

"No, I just came here to do something. I'll stay in the small hotel on the third floor." I took the cigarette but didn't light it.

"What a coincidence, I live there too. I was worried about being bored alone at night. Now that I meet you, brother, I won't be lonely at night."