332 Dresser of Death

 

A suggestion could be made possible; a wish was pure hopeful thinking, there was a great difference between them. Han Fei didn’t light the cigarette but only took it out as caution. Most tenants only had praise for Han Fei when they saw the red dress but this old lady dared to say otherwise, that meant that she was not afraid of the red dress, and thus the reason why Han Fei had to be careful around her.

The old woman heard the threat in Han Fei’s words. The butterfly pattern on the back of her neck rippled as she took several steps back. She advised, “You will kill all of us, you think you’ve saved them? You’ve only made things worse for them. Only in that form could they survive at Ziggurat, you’ve sent them to their death.”

“Just assume for a moment that you are the jumper woman or the livestreamer behind me, would you rather live aimlessly being used by your nemesis as tools or would you fight for that bit of hope?” Han Fei didn’t want to harm the old lady, he always loved the children and cared for the elderly. The old woman was stumped but she still stood before the door of Room 1144 and refused to move. “Admit it, you’re not thinking about them, you’re just worried that you might get caught in the crossfire.” Han Fei might be young but with masterful acting skill, he could easily read through people’s hearts. “No one wishes to die, everyone is trying their best to survive. They have merely been given another option of living.”

“It’s pointless, you’re just wasting your time.”

“That is my time to waste. Haven’t you been searching for the way out? The front door on the first floor is already open, but once you leave this building, you’re no longer a tenant here.” Han Fei agreed to let the old lady go but he didn’t say when. If she really did choose to leave, then he would capture her, force out all of her secrets before he considered what to do next.

“You have no idea how scary the manager is. If it enters Building 1, everyone except the tenants in Room 1044, 1144, 1244 will die.” The old woman pointed at the door behind her, “Before you make a bigger mistake, repent.”

“Now that you mention it, I’m curious. I’ve met the tenant inside Room 1144 before. He looks rather weak in person, why does the manager value him so much?”

It was then that the old lady realized she had said too much. As conflict was about to occur, the door to Room 1144 suddenly opened. The bald madman leaned on the door and looked out in caution. “Dead woman, why are you here again?!” The madman glared at the old lady in black as he waved his hands at Han Fei, telling him to come closer.

“I’m saving you, also… My name is Auntie Jia.” The old lady was irked whenever she saw the madman but she couldn’t do anything about it.

“I don’t care what your name is, I only care that you’re a ghost!” The madman screamed but the strange thing was as offended as the old lady was, she didn’t do anything to harm the madman.

“Since we’re all here, then we should just be direct and open.” Han Fei put away the cigarette and took out Rest in Peace. “Tell me everything you know.” Seeing Han Fei threaten the ghost with a knife, the madman’s expression slowly changed. ‘Are all the recent guards so imposing?’ Han Fei alone was not that scary but when he pulled out the knife, the red dress and the bride walked over. The corridor was covered in red, cutting off the old lady’s escape route. After weighing all the options, the old lady raised her hands to remove her scarf and throw it on the ground. The butterfly pattern was now plainly visible. “Fine, I’ll tell you the truth. This man inside Room 1144 is the body the manager has prepared for itself. If its current body is ruined, it can revive in this man’s body through some kind of method.” The old woman tore off the madman’s shirt.

“The hell?!” The shirt tore apart and the madman’s painted body was revealed.

“He is the manager’s back-up plan, if he leaves Room 1144 for too long or if something happens to him, then the manager will arrive here immediately.” The old woman hoped Han Fei would understand the severity of the situation.

“In other words, we could use him to lure the manager here? Set up traps to apprehend it here?”

“I didn’t say that!”

“Speaking of which,” Han Fei pushed through the door of Room 1144, this time, his attitude was completely different from last time.

“Brother, why are you siding with them? They are ghosts! They are all ghosts!” The madman pleaded as he stayed near the door.

“There are good people and bad people, the same applies for ghosts. Think of it this way, they are also victims like you, innocent souls who are tortured by the manager. They are not our enemies, in fact, we have the same enemy.” After he heard that, the man slowly calmed down. His eyes were injected with confusion like he found some reason in Han Fei’s persuasion.

“Last time you said you have to return to your bedroom before 4 am or else something bad would happen. I’m curious, what exactly is inside your bedroom?” To get the hidden profession, Han Fei had to obtain the approval of every tenant at Building 1 so he had to make sure there was no one else hiding inside Room 1144.

“I can’t really explain it. Why don’t you come take a look at it yourself? This bedroom appears to be connected to someplace else.” The madman glanced at the clock and pulled the bedroom door open. When the door was open, the madman’s body leaned into the bedroom like there was something pulling him into it!

Without wasting time, Han Fei slashed at the door. The brilliant light of Rest in Peace cut through the black and red door board. A wail came from inside the bedroom, an arm which was disproportionately long snaked back into the dresser which sat at the corner of the bedroom. Picking up the madman, Han Fei looked into the bedroom. The room had a table and bed, most furniture looked normal except for the dresser which radiated death. The dresser appeared to have a life of its own. The cupboard doors were decorated with capillaries and butterfly patterns. It was fixed at the corner of the room and faced the bed in which the madman slept.

“The dresser is a very rare cursed object. The manager can enter Room 1144 through it, this is one of the back-ups it has left for itself.” The old lady said darkly. At this point, it was too late to leave anyway.

“The manager can come here through this dresser? This means that this dresser is connected to Building 4?” Han Fei walked towards the dresser out of curiosity but he was immediately stopped by the red dress. Blood vessels weaved out beautiful flowers to form a cage around him.

“Other than the manager, no one knows where the dresser is connected to and what is inside it. There were a few idiots who tried to look inside it but we never heard of them again.” The old lady sighed. She was about to say something more when she felt Han Fei’s eyes on her. She saw Han Fei look between her and the dresser. Chill crawled all over her skin. She rapidly retreated but it was too late now.