TRTN Chapter 6

The bloody apartment (6)

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Chapter 6 The Bloody Apartment (6)

Late at night, West Building.

The flower-armed man fell into the room and fell asleep, his snores resounding throughout the room.

But his yellow-haired sidekick looked a little frightened.

“Big brother, is it really okay for us to just fall asleep like this? I heard those people say that they often heard things at night; there were movements outside their windows and knocking on the doors!”

Yellow hair asked worriedly.

The half-asleep man with the flower tattoo stretched out his hand to scratch his greasy bald head, then hummed impatiently: “What do you worry about? Don’t do anything wrong in your life, and you won’t have to be afraid of ghosts knocking at the door in the middle of the night.”

Yellow hair managed to squeeze out a tight smile. “But big brother… The two of us used to be thieves, burglars, and such, and it’s not that we never did do anything wrong, just in case…”

Both of them are professional thieves, and sometimes they’d bully elementary school students and take some protection fees; this time they’d wanted to step up their game in the community and find a new target to rob. Who would have thought that he was so unlucky that he would be involved in a game.

“Don’t be ashamed!” The man with the arm tattoo expressed his elder brother’s demeanor and cursed openly. “Those people are alarmed because they are timid and fearful, so they are startled and they frighten themselves.”

“You and I are here, what are you afraid of? Go to sleep, I’ve been tired for a day!” He hummed, and the man with the arm tattoo murmured and fell asleep again: “There’s nothing, why worry…”

Seeing that his elder brother fell asleep again, Yellow hair didn’t dare to yell anymore, so he lay down on the floor and muttered to himself: “You are tired! I did all the work… I wiped the windows for a day, I’m so tired that my back is sore and I didn’t say a word. What are you yelling at?” He didn’t dare to speak loudly, so he could only whisper a few words behind his back, and he fell asleep cursing.

In the middle of the night, while Yellow hair was deep in his sleep, a slight noise sounded in his ears.

A long, drawn-out sound, like hair sweeping over the floor.

He murmured in his dream, turned around, and continued to sleep, but he did not expect his palm to suddenly touch something cold.

Smooth and cool, the touch felt like a woman’s long hair.

Yellow hair was awakened suddenly.

The hazy moonlight shed lightly through the window.

With this faint moonlight, Huang Mao saw that the originally plain pink walls in the room seemed to be constantly changing and twisting.

Blood-red hair tendrils, as if alive, continuously extended from the walls, sliding past him coldly, and went straight to the bed.

As for the man with the flower tattoo who was sleeping on the bed and snoring all this time; there was still no movement at this time.

There was dead silence in the room, and even a needle falling to the ground would’ve been heard.

The bloodshot hair quietly bypassed the bewildered yellow hair, and continuously penetrated the body of the man with the flower tattoo, entangling him layer by layer.

Soon, a humanoid “cocoon” appeared on the bed.

Yellow hair was paralyzed on the ground, looking at everything in front of him tremblingly, feeling that his pants over the crotch were wet, and the smell of urine came from under him.

Although those bloodshot hair didn’t hurt him, it was the first time in his life that he saw such a strange sight in front of him.

Horror, bloody, but quietly swallowing a life.

Finally, as if his endurance had reached its limit, Yellow hair, who recovered his senses, shook his throat and screamed: “Help, help…Murder!”

“Murder, somebody died!” He screamed like crazy. After that, regardless of any rules, he opened the door directly and left the room in a rolling crawl, trying his best to get away from the humanoid “cocoon”.

He smelled of urine and his face was full of tears, his nose and eyes runny, he hurriedly knocked on all the doors on this floor, screaming for help: “Help, there are ghosts! There are ghosts in my room, there are monsters…”

Most of the residents whose doors had been knocked upon ignored his cries for help. Only one of the tenants responded, and a door was silently opened.

The door opened a crack, and an eye appeared in the slit, staring coldly at the embarrassed Yellow hair.

Yellow hair didn’t care; he pushed open the door, grabbed the apartment occupant hiding behind the door, and yelled indiscriminately: “Monster, monster, dead…”

This resident was a white-haired, rail-thin old man.

The old man opened his turbid white eyes and looked up and down at the yellow hair, who was covered in tears and snot. After a while, he cracked his mouth full of sparse yellow teeth, and smiled and asked, “Why did you come here alone?” Yellow hair was limp on the ground. He trembled and said: “My elder brother is dead, killed by a monster, a bloodshot monster…”

Unexpectedly, the old man who was asked for help suddenly stretched his face: “He was lazy and didn’t work during the day?”

Huang Mao was stunned. He nodded.

The old man’s eyes gradually became greedy: “Were you lazy during the day?”

“No, no! I wasn’t, I’ve been working all the time, so the monster let me go…” He noticed that something was wrong, so Yellow hair hurriedly said it again and again. Shaking his head, he tentatively backed away.

Seeing that he wanted to leave the room, the old man grabbed his wrist, his greedy gaze was revealed and sharp teeth gradually grew in his mouth: “You didn’t work lazily, but you disturbed my sleep in the middle of the night.”

An ominous premonition drove away from the previous fears and reoccupied Yellow hair’s heart.

He kicked the old man abruptly with a fierce blow and shouted: “Dead old man! What are you doing with my arm, let me go quickly!”

It’s a pity that though the old man looked thin, yet he still stood tall like an iron tower, and when Yellow hair tried to kick him over, he felt like he’d touched an iron wall.

The old man’s hand, still like a vise, was firmly clamped to Yellow hair’s arm, the grip getting stronger and stronger, dragging him into the depths of his room little by little.

“Young man, your tone is impolite!” The old man said with a smile, but his fangs grew longer and longer, aiming at Yellow hair’s neck…

“Bang!” The door closed.

Yellow hair’s screams came from the house one after another, but they became weaker and weaker, and after a short time, they were completely gone.

The floor returned to silence again, but a puddle of blood leaked from the crack under the old man’s door.

The smell of blood began to permeate.

The next day, everyone came out of their rooms.

When the other people saw Shen Yu coming out of the East Building intact, they brightened up.

Except for the man with glasses; when he saw the two of them, the originally contented smile on his face suddenly stiffened, and he calmly squeezed the key in his hand.

Living in the East Building does not cause death, and living alone in a room does not constitute a death condition.

His previous theory has indeed been completely overturned.

But soon, others discovered that the man with the flower tattoo on his arm and the yellow hair, who complained the most, had disappeared.

With an ominous premonition, everyone once again went to the room where the two of them had stayed last night.

When the door was opened, everyone was shocked.

In the flower arm man’s room, layers of blood-red silk threads were stretched out from the walls and ceiling, almost filling the whole room.

These bloodshot threads were thinner than hair, and the red color was filled with resentment.

There were no two people in the room, but they found a “cocoon” wrapped in layers on the single bed, which barely maintained a slightly human shape.

Judging from the body shape, it looked like the sturdy form of the man with the flower tattoo.

Nobody dared to touch the bloodshot threads easily, but Shen Yu walked around gently, picking up the black book that the man with the arm tattoo had let fall to the ground.

He turned the pages of the book.

[Thirteen brave cleaners stepped into the pink apartment complex. 】

【Light head is the laziest, he doesn’t want to do anything. So he pushed all his work to his companion Ahuang. ] [How can such a lazy person survive in an apartment? 】

【The pink apartment complex was furious. She felt that she hadn’t been cleaned and her body was very dirty, so she sneaked into the room at night and wrapped over his bare head. 】【She wants to punish the soul of the light head and clean herself forever. 】【So, the story of the light head is over here. ]

Shen Yu closed the book with a complex expression.

“Light head” refers to the man with flower tattoo arms, and “A Huang” is the sidekick with yellow hair.

The reason for the death of the flower-armed man should be that he had been lazy yesterday and had pushed all the cleaning work to his sidekick, thus he’d violated the rules of the apartment complex.

But what made Shen Yu really curious about this, was; why use “she” to refer to the “pink apartment complex” mentioned in the black paper?

And the ones who’d killed Boss Qian and Xu Tingting the night before were all monsters in the complex, but it was the pink apartment complex itself that had killed the people last night?

The pink apartment complex has a personality, and this personality is a woman?

He thought to himself and handed the black book in his hand to Anonymous next to him.

After seeing the above story, Anonymous frowned as expected.

The man with glasses and the bald man on the side were still not interested in the novice’s book. They just looked around and shouted: “One person died, but what about the other person?”

Where did Yellow hair go?

Shen Yu scanned for a while, then walked towards the door: “The deceased’s little brother had undertaken all the cleaning work, so he should not have been killed by these bloodshot threads, but he was inevitably very scared. So last night he should have been agitated for a while and then ran out of the room.”

“Running out? Violating the rules, I’m afraid that something must have happened.” The bald man made a “tsk” and said as if watching a joke, “After all, he is not a novelist, but an audience member. This is too timid, like a mouse!”

“Some people are novelists or even veterans, and they don’t necessarily have any use. What clues have been found so far?” The short-haired girl sneered from the side.

The bald man was instantly ignited: “Little lady, what do you mean?” The short-haired girl smiled coldly: “Literally what I said.”

“Are you someone special… You…” The bald man flushed with anger.

He seemed to want to be tough, but his strength did not seem to be high.

He usually taunted the audience and pretended to be good in front of the newcomers, but the short-haired girl clearly was also a veteran. The bald man was afraid that she couldn’t be stunned. In the end, he chose to swallow his breath and silently chide her in his mind only.

The short-haired girl squinted at him again, then looked at Da Zhuang who was next to him: “Some people seem to be good people, but are actually scum. Some people seem to be very strong, but they may also treat you as cannon fodder in their hearts. Anyway. It is better to fend for yourself than to beg others, and be careful in everything.”

She said this at the same time while the man with glasses and the bald man scolded her in their hearts simultaneously.

The faces of them all changed suddenly.

On the contrary, Da Zhuang, who was secretly reminded by her, showed a puzzled look on his face; they don’t know if he didn’t understand, or he did understand but didn’t believe it.

The girl with short hair has amazing combat power, and obviously has the mindset to protect the newcomers. In the apartment, two of the three veterans have been scolded by her, but the two of them can’t help her.

On the contrary, Shen Yu is also a “veteran” in other people’s eyes. There was a weak-looking child by his side, but he has never been scolded by the short-haired girl.

Did she see through his novice identity, or…

Shen Yu looked down at Anonymous standing beside him, and lightly frowned his eyebrows.

Last night, the eyes of the short-haired girl had stayed on Anonymous for far longer than on him.

While he was secretly thinking about this, Anonymous seemed to feel something, so he raised his head and glanced at him.

The eyes of the two met again in the air.

This time, it was Shen Yu who took the lead to look away.

“Ah!”

At this moment, at the front of the crowd looking for Yellow hair, suddenly someone screamed.

Shen Yu and Anonymous leaned forward, and saw a pool of blood, that had not finished drying, out in front of a tightly closed room’s door.

Shen Yu looked up at the closed door of the apartment occupant, then looked at the bloodstains under his feet, and sighed silently in his heart.

It seems that yellow hair also had an ill fortune.

There had originally been thirteen people entering the apartment, but now it’s only the third day, and only nine people are left.

Four of them are “audiences” and five are “novelists”.

Among the novelists, only he himself is a real novice.

Perhaps perceiving Shen Yu’s momentary depression, Anonymous glanced at him thoughtfully, then stepped forward and gently shook his hand.

At this time, the administrator of the apartment building complex, pacing slowly again, found them frozen in place, and thus began a new round of key recovery.

But this time, after he’d retrieved the keys, he stared directly at Shen Yu, his muddy eyes covered in white shadows.

“It’s been the third day.” he said hoarsely, “You said you would kill the few escaped…pets and bring back their bodies.”

Shen Yu spread his hands at him, then smiled and said, “It will be next time.”

Administrator: “…”

Seeing the old man’s expression, it seemed that he was almost drawn away by anger.

After a long while, the administrator regained his demeanor, scanned the people sullenly and said, “The whole apartment complex must be cleaned up in five days.”

“Your time is running out.”

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