306: Chapter 306: The Red Skirt That Couldn’t Be Sent Away 306: Chapter 306: The Red Skirt That Couldn’t Be Sent Away “The delivery has arrived?
Just when the security guard took away Red Skirt?”
Han Fei stared at the darkened room door.
Even through the thick door, he could imagine the scene outside—a delivery man covered in blood, leaning against the security door with a huge corpse box on his back.
“The lights inside the house suddenly went out, which suggests that there are things other than Red Skirt inside.
Should I open the door and let the delivery man in?”
In the Death Building Game, Han Fei had encountered delivery men, but the difference between Deep World and the game was that Han Fei was not the powerless game character; he had already reached level twelve.
“Forget it, it’s still better not to make a commotion too soon.
I’m just a Newcomer security guard with a very fearful nature, scared of ghost stories.”
The delivery man came to knock precisely when Red Skirt was taken away, which explained a lot of things.
The most terrifying thing in room 1044 must be Red Skirt, and he dared to knock only during that time.
“Is anyone home?
Is anyone home?
Is anyone home!”
The eerie voice kept sounding as the doorknob of room 1044 was twisted, and the sound of nails scratching the door came from outside.
Quietly retreating, Han Fei hid behind a cabinet.
Regardless of whether it was useful or not, he first put on the security room’s stab-proof vest and stuffed a bright flashlight into his pocket.
He had already equipped himself.
The trembling of the door lock grew more violent, and about ten seconds later, all the sounds outside suddenly vanished.
“Did it leave?”
As his heart gradually calmed, Han Fei was just about to come out from behind the cabinet when he saw the living room security door being pushed open slightly.
“No one is home…
then I’ll just leave the items inside your house!”
A strong stench of decay hit him as a bloody arm stretched into the room, pressing against the ghastly pale wallpaper.
It was holding an open cake box, seemingly trying to enter the room, but just then, the sound of running water started from the bathroom as if the shower had suddenly turned on.
Hearing this sound, the bloody arm slowly twisted.
The room was too dark for Han Fei to see clearly, even with his good eyesight.
The security door was gradually pushed open, but no one was outside; only a giant, blood-stained box was visible.
“Is that box the delivery man?”
Vaguely, it seemed like something crawled out of the box, moving swiftly on the floor like a venomous snake, and eventually, it ran into the bedroom.
After delivering that thing, the bloody arm dropped the empty cake box on the floor, then slowly closed the door.
The door shut, and everything seemed as if nothing had happened at all.
“What did the Delivery Ghost bring into the house while the owner was away?
That thing seems to have hidden itself inside the bedroom.”
The sound of water in the bathroom had not yet stopped, and something new had run into the bedroom.
If Red Skirt came back at night, Han Fei felt he might not survive even the first night.
His brain raced, thinking through areas he had overlooked, but just as he focused intently, the air seemed to suddenly become damp, and a faint fishy smell wafted into his nostrils, his fingers touching the cabinet felt moist.
Looking up, something was oozing out of the pallid walls, like a pale face in tears.
The room was still the same room, the furniture unchanged, but suddenly, Han Fei felt differently about it.
It seemed as if everything was covered by something.
The sofa had a layer of furry hair moving, the leftover water in the tea cup seemed to have an eyeball slowly opening, the food in the lunch box was rapidly rotting, and the sealed TV, clearly just a decoration, faintly displayed a human figure.
There were many similar changes.
The room lit by light and the room in darkness were simply two different places.
Sounds of rustling came from within the floor, as if several fingers were toying with something trying to emerge.
Han Fei had not misheard, it was not a neighbor from downstairs knocking, but something sealed within the floor.
With his hands guarding in front of him, Han Fei could feel that something in the darkness was awakening; all these bizarre events were merely the prelude to its wakening.
“Snap!”
The window, with its curtains drawn, was suddenly blown open, the curtains fluttering.
On the edge of the night, a vague figure appeared.
She shaped her hands as if to choke Han Fei’s neck, her eyeballs nearly bulging out, and her mouth was silently screaming.
Her vocal cords seemed to be severed, her throat filled with blood containing some kind of debris.
The curtains fell, and the silhouette vanished, but on every reflective surface in the room, including the window glass, the TV screen, mirrors, and glass cups, a face resembling that of a human appeared.
Han Fei pressed the switch on his powerful flashlight, but at that moment, the flashlight malfunctioned and was completely unusable.
He had no choice but to clutch the rubber stick tightly and tried to walk over to the window.
The glass window was full of cracks, and the woman’s face had disappeared again.
As he carefully approached and was about to close the window, someone suddenly pushed him hard from behind!
His fingers tightly grasped the windowsill as Han Fei turned around and swung the rubber stick behind him.
He didn’t hit anything, but he had clearly felt someone push him, someone who tried to push him out of the upstairs window!
Hurriedly moving away from the window, Han Fei returned to the side of the cabinet; as he contemplated whether to go to the bedroom to face the difficulties with the Delivery Ghost, running footsteps came from the corridor outside the apartment.
The key was thrust into the door lock, the security door was opened again, and Brother Hua along with Xiaofang rushed into the apartment, gasping for air.
As the two of them opened the door, the lights that had been off suddenly turned on, and all the anomalies in the room disappeared.
Standing in the living room, the wound that Han Fei had just bandaged began to bleed again; he looked miserable and extremely pale, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.
“Normal again?”
This strange scene caught Han Fei’s attention, but he didn’t say much.
“Did you encounter something?
Why are you so frightened?” Xiaofang gasped heavily, noticing something was seriously wrong with Han Fei, and casually asked.
“After you left, that delivery person came knocking.
It opened the door without a key, and that empty cake box on the floor was delivered by it,” Han Fei leaned against the sofa, looking terrified.
“Then what?
Did it only bring that?” Brother Hua’s reaction was more intense; his pupils were constantly twitching.
“I didn’t get a clear look, but when the delivery man opened the door, a black shadow also crawled into the bedroom.”
“Are you sure?” Brother Hua immediately turned on the powerful flashlight and pulled Xiaofang into the bedroom.
They checked for a long time but didn’t find anything unusual.
“Are you sure you didn’t see it wrong?
Don’t talk nonsense!
We still have to sleep here tonight.”
“It’s true,” Han Fei didn’t continue to dwell on the issue.
“How about you guys?
Was everything smooth?”
“When we went there, the door to room 1004 was just open, so I threw Red Skirt inside and then closed the door,” Xiaofang covered his chest.
“If you really made me cut that dress, I still couldn’t quite bring myself to do it.”
“Let’s hope that dress doesn’t come back,” said Brother Hua, glancing at his watch.
“It’s one in the morning right now.
Let’s rest a bit, we have another patrol at three.”
“You guys are going out again at three in the morning?” Han Fei was shocked, thinking there must be a limit to courting death.
“Aside from us, there are other residents in the building.
If even we security guards are scared, what about them?”
“If they’re scared, they should hurry up and move out,” Han Fei firmly spoke.
He needed to properly persuade Brother Hua—if he didn’t go on patrol with them, staying alone in the Haunted House meant certain doom, but going with them was also extremely risky.
“You just lack empathy.
I see you’re a newcomer, so let’s just leave it at that,” Brother Hua was already very tired.
“I’ll keep watch tonight; you and Xiaofang go to sleep first.
Otherwise, you won’t last through the late night.”
“Brother, how could I possibly sleep?
What if Red Skirt comes back tonight?
I think it’s better if all three of us stay together,” Han Fei limped and closed the bedroom door.
“Let’s all just stay in the living room.”
“That’s fine.” Brother Hua fetched the bedding from the bedroom and laid it directly on the living room floor, calling Xiaofang to sit with him.
“You have injuries; you should sleep if you can.
We’ll wake you if something happens.”
Brother Hua looked very dependable, but Han Fei could not trust him at all.
Even lying on the sofa, Han Fei dared not sleep; he still hadn’t completed a single task, could not leave the game, and dying might mean actually dying.
His head was filled with questions, and Han Fei was unsure of what to do next.
He reviewed all the information related to the Death Building, and slowly, the surroundings became quiet.
Exhaustion washed over his body like a tide, his head felt dizzy, and his wound was constantly draining his vitality; Han Fei felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
He bit his tongue hard, trying to use the pain to stay awake.
Half an hour passed like this, and Han Fei suddenly felt the temperature in the room drop again.
He subconsciously wanted to find something to cover his body, but when he turned his head, he saw a person hanging in the bathroom, the body bleeding profusely.
“Red, Red Skirt?”