I whispered, "I think that property manager is a human! A living person mixed in with ghosts and spirits. If he's not a warlock, then he's a puppet!"

Wang Xiaohuan said, "Should we go and grab him?"

I waved my hand. "Not yet, let's see what he does first! I reckon nothing will happen tonight. Let's get some rest and see what happens."

The property manager had arranged a room for us, with furniture, appliances, and a stove, so settling in wasn't a problem.

While Wang Butcher and the others went to rest separately, Ye Yang had already been led into Unit Four by the security guard.

After Ye Yang went up to the fourth floor, he saw that there was only one door on the entire floor.

Ye Yang gave Lin Zhao a look, and the latter quickly asked, "I saw that the three floors below all had five apartments on each floor. How come this floor only has one?"

"Also, your door number is wrong!"

"The three floors have a total of fifteen apartments. How did it jump to number forty-four? Did you calculate it as four times eleven, plus sixteen?"

The security guard smiled and said, "If this room didn't have something strange about it, why would we let you live in it for free? And why would we give it to you?"

The security guard opened the door and said, "Here we are, go on in!"

Lin Zhao looked at number forty-four, and instead of feeling the imagined gloom and terror, she felt a sense of coming home.

Lin Zhao subconsciously wanted to go inside, but Ye Yang nudged her. She immediately reacted and said, "I heard that no one can live near number forty-four. Is that true?"

The security guard smiled and said, "Are you talking about how no one can live below number forty-four? There's no one there indeed. Don't worry too much about what you hear."

Security Guard Lao Wu made a gesture of invitation: "Are you two still wondering which room you can't live in?"

Ye Yang walked straight into the room and casually touched the shoe rack by the door—a house that no one had lived in for a long time didn't even have a speck of dust?

As Ye Yang was about to look closer, Lao Wu closed the door behind him.

Lin Zhao quickly peeked through the peephole, but what she saw was Lao Wu picking up the key and putting it in his mouth like he was eating candy.

Lin Zhao clearly saw that as Lao Wu swallowed the key, his eyes were also staring diagonally at the peephole.

Lin Zhao was looking at Lao Wu.

Lao Wu was also looking at her.

Lao Wu didn't leave until he had swallowed all the keys, then he walked down the stairs with his hands behind his back.

Slippers for number forty-four were placed at Lin Zhao and Ye Yang's feet. There was tea brewed in the living room and the rice cooker in the kitchen beeped at just the right time, as if someone had specially prepared food and was waiting for them to come home.

After Ye Yang entered the living room, Lin Zhao whispered through voice transmission, "Ye Yang, do you feel something's wrong? It's like someone's following us."

Ye Yang didn't even turn his head. "Someone did come with us. Look at the footprints on the floor."

Neither Ye Yang nor Lin Zhao changed their shoes. Warlocks hid their tools in their shoes, so why would they easily take them off?

If they didn't change their shoes, they would leave footprints on the ground.

Behind them, however, was a streak of water left by a mop, and a mop leaning against the wall.

Someone was cleaning the room behind them!

The water stain was less than a step away from Lin Zhao, which meant that the ghost mopping the floor just now was less than a meter away from her.

Lin Zhao shuddered involuntarily.

Ye Yang, however, walked over to the computer desk and sat down, opening the document on the desktop titled "Read This."

My name is Qin Yong. I am an online writer and a live-streaming blogger.

I am leaving this message so that you can get out of number forty-four.

A year ago, my team and I launched "Neighborhood Ghost Stories" and have been exposing strange happenings in the neighborhood.

Our live streams have been very successful and have gained a lot of fans.

I dare to do this kind of live stream because I am an atheist. I firmly believe that there are no ghosts or gods in this world, and all strange things can be explained by science.

But when we came to Shanglin Neighborhood, I realized that ghosts really do exist in this world.

It's right here in this neighborhood.

Right here in number forty-four.

After I arrived at the property management, the property manager separated the four people on my team. I moved into the apartment below number forty-four.

You must be wondering, if I live downstairs, why is my notebook in number forty-four?

Because I know that after I die, I will definitely enter number forty-four, just like everyone else who died near number forty-four.

After I moved into the apartment below number forty-four, the members of my team sent me videos in the hallway.

When you see number forty-four, do you see that there is only one door on that floor!

Actually, that's not the case. The doors of all of number forty-four's neighbors have been bricked up, and behind the walls are their houses, which are also their graves.

The document ended there, becoming a photo inserted into the document.

On it was a wall that had been smashed open, and behind the bricks was a coffee-colored security door. The peephole style was exactly the same as number forty-four.

Lin Zhao, who was standing behind Ye Yang, couldn't help but say in a deep voice, "When we came up, I specifically looked at room twelve downstairs. There's a door there!"

Ye Yang moved the mouse slightly, and a line of text appeared below the photo: "Are you saying that number twelve wasn't sealed off?"