Chapter 162: House Of Evil Ghosts
The ghostly thing outside the door called out to Lu Jinzhao in the name of her teammate, but Lu Jinzhao completely ignored it, and it surprisingly did not smash the door or barge into the room through some unscientific method.
It just called out from outside the door every once in a while, that sound carrying no emotion, mechanically repeating those three sentences, showing no change even without any response.
“Could it really continue like this until dawn?”
In this situation, any ordinary person definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep at all, and might even spend the whole night terrified, but since Lu Jinzhao didn’t really need much sleep, it was still okay for her.
What troubled her was that as long as this sound existed, she had to stay alert and focused, constantly draining her energy; if it lasted the whole night, even she would feel tired and mentally dazed.
But she couldn’t possibly relax her vigilance knowing there was a ghost outside the door.
This was an unsolvable situation, unless she opened the door now to investigate, but Lu Jinzhao wouldn’t do that.
The knocking sound continued for a long time, with the thing outside just repeating this action, so long that Lu Jinzhao began thinking about the meaning behind it.
“From the looks of it now, if I don’t open the door or respond, it can only knock outside.”
“Is it because I’m the tenant, the owner of the room right now?”
Following this train of thought would lead to the conclusion that “inside the room is relatively safe.”
However, it was only the first day moving in, and this was the first strange event; it was too early to draw conclusions now.
What somewhat surprised Lu Jinzhao was that the entire night passed with only this one “strange event”; apart from the sound at the door reminding her like an alarm clock from time to time, nothing else strange happened.
Until time approached morning, when the sound outside the door suddenly disappeared at some point.
The first day on the Class A Platform passed just like this in calmness.
When faint light filtered in through the window covered with newspaper, Lu Jinzhao heard the sound of the neighboring room’s door opening, followed by the other two doors, then her own door was knocked on again: “Little Lu, awake yet?”
Then came another voice: “No one can have such a big heart to sleep until this hour on the platform without waking up, right?”
“Hey?” The door was knocked impatiently: “Is everything okay in there?”
The tone was somewhat impatient, with some curiosity and urgency.
“Did something really happen? How about… we kick the door down?”
A voice itching to act came, but before the people outside could carry out the plan, Lu Jinzhao opened the door.
Tan Meng looked at her, eyes revealing some indescribable emotion, seeming a bit disappointed yet also relieved: “You’re fine, huh? Then why didn’t you make a sound if you’re okay?”
“I just wanted to confirm if the one knocking was human.” Lu Jinzhao said calmly.
“Why confirm that… You’re pretty vigilant.” Tan Meng frowned slightly, looking at her strangely.
As her words fell, she felt Lu Jinzhao’s gaze instantly land on her face, and then this somewhat silent person who seemed to lack assertiveness looked at her and asked: “I knocked on your door last night; didn’t you hear?”
“Huh?” Tan Meng’s expression went blank for an instant, seemingly unable to comprehend what Lu Jinzhao was saying: “…What knocking?”
She reacted after a moment: “For real? I didn’t hear anything at all, but I wasn’t asleep last night either.”
“You’re not tricking me?”
If Lu Jinzhao had really knocked and she hadn’t heard at all, that would be bad.
“Just kidding.” The person in front suddenly laughed: “Actually, it was Qiu Tian’s door that was knocked, but the soundproofing here might not be great, so I thought you might have heard it too.”
Qiu Tian’s brows furrowed again: “What are you talking about? You couldn’t have knocked on my door; I didn’t hear anything.”
“Uh…” Lu Jinzhao showed a troubled expression: “Yeah, it was made up.”
While saying this, she turned her gaze to Auntie Duan, and before she could say anything, this middle-aged woman spoke first: “Next you’re not going to say it was actually my door that was knocked, right?”
“No, not that.” Lu Jinzhao shook her head: “It was just a casual joke to get you all to drop the topic.”
Tan Meng showed a bored expression, while Qiu Tian muttered that the joke wasn’t funny.
Yes, not funny at all.
Lu Jinzhao didn’t think it was funny either.
Because these people’s reactions revealed something she hadn’t anticipated.
Last night, the one haunted by ghostly knocking was only her.
“Did any of you encounter any strange events last night?” While she was thinking, Auntie Duan asked this.
“Yes.” Qiu Tian nodded: “Your rooms should be similar to mine, right? One living room and one bedroom; in my bedroom, there’s one bed with only a mattress on it. I was resting on the mattress last night.”
Her tone was very serious, and her complexion wasn’t great: “Around two o’clock, I suddenly felt the mattress under me was a bit damp.”
“No rain, no leaks, and not even any water in the room—how could the mattress be wet?”
As she spoke, Lu Jinzhao had already guessed what happened next; sure enough, Qiu Tian continued: “When I got up to look, there was a pool of bloodstain in the center of the mattress.”
“I really thought I had gotten my period then, but the timing was way off.”
“And that pool of bloodstain was too deep, like blood surging out from inside the mattress.”
Qiu Tian’s expression changed slightly: “I even suspected a corpse was hidden inside the mattress.”
“After that, I didn’t dare rest or get near the mattress until dawn.”
“That doesn’t sound very scary.” Tan Meng summarized, which clearly displeased Qiu Tian, so she demanded in a bad tone: “What about you? Did anything abnormal happen in your room?”
“Well, does a shadow appearing outside the window in the middle of the night count?” Tan Meng asked, blinking her eyes.
“That’s it?” Qiu Tian was about to ask this when she suddenly realized something: the room windows in this apartment only appeared in one position—on the side against the exterior wall.
And they were on the third floor; the apartment’s exterior wall had no support points for anyone to stand outside the window.
Next, Auntie Duan recounted the strange event she encountered last night; she said that at some point, a blood handprint suddenly appeared on the room’s wall surface, but because of its obscure position and the wall surface already being very dirty, she thought it had always been there—until, as midnight deepened, one blood handprint after another appeared on the wall surface, getting closer and closer to where she was, and only then did she notice something was wrong.
“It was just like a ghost hiding in the wall chasing my position; fortunately, it was only some blood handprints, and no ghost actually crawled out from inside.”
Auntie Duan said, feeling fortunate.
