That kind of thrill of walking on the edge of a cliff made my spirit particularly excited.

It's like the last revelry before death.

I held the iron hammer in my hand, sensibly paying attention to the movements of the door and the windows.

If that phone call was a deception, then it's very likely that the person from 1204 is outside the door.

These people wanted to lead me out from the beginning, clearly with malicious intent.

Moreover, there are indeed sounds outside the window now, as if the content of that phone call is about to be verified.

Now, both hypotheses are possible.

Since that's the case... I hesitated and shifted my gaze from the door to outside the window. In the next moment, I forcefully pulled open the curtains.

There's no one outside the window!

A piece of hemp rope hangs a porcelain doll, gently tapping against the window with intermittent force. I involuntarily tightened my grip on the curtain. What is the purpose of the person deliberately creating this sound? To make me panic and then escape?

The knocking on the anti-theft door stopped long ago, and along with the footsteps I heard just now, everything vanished as if the curtains I pulled open dispersed that mist.

But I can't determine if they have already come in. It's silent outside the window, and I have no way of knowing if there's someone hiding in the darkness.

The surroundings are pitch-black and eerily quiet.

This shouldn't be the case. Such a big incident happened in the residential area, why hasn't the property management reacted, and why are the other residents unusually calm?

With a large-scale power outage, is it possible that no one attempted to go out and take a look?

And also, that woman downstairs!

I leaned against the French window and looked down, but I couldn't see anything in the darkness.

In a daze, she still seemed to be lying in that pool of blood, staring straight at me.

My heart kept sinking as I realized that the ice beneath my feet seemed unable to bear it anymore.