334 The Butterfly's Dresser

 

All the coincidences aligned into necessity. The battle between Spider and Butterfly continued, from the result, it appeared like Spider had won by a hair. Han Fei listened to the old lady patiently. She told him everything about the manager. Things he had done inside the neighbourhood. For the manager, all the tenants, outsiders were just tools. Those who had the butterfly tattoo on them were the manager’s victim or ‘people’ who managed to survive its torture, they knew firsthand how horrific the manager was.

“There are four buildings at Ziggurat and the manager mostly stays at Building 4, it rarely leaves it. But some of the tenants suspect that there is a special room in Building 4 that allows the manager to teleport to any location inside Ziggurat. The room is also the manager’s heart room. If you really want to kill the manager, you have to locate that room first.” The old lady never even fathomed resisting the manager but now to survive, she had to give Han Fei everything he wanted. “No one knows where that room is, but it is rumored that the room number is 4444.”

“Theoretically speaking, no room at Ziggurat should have that number. Therefore, it must require a special method to arrive there.” Han Fei turned to the dresser, he felt the need to give it a try. After some thoughts, Han Fei came to a decision. To get other tenants’ approval, he would persuade everyone to see the same goal. And then he’d attempt to enter the dresser. Having the bride stay inside Room 1144, Han Fei led the others to visit the other tenants. Using his own personal charm, he won over the remaining tenants. After getting all of their approval, the system provided Han Fei with the notification.

“Notification for Player 0000! After endless hard work, you’ve obtained the hidden profession—Ziggurat Guard!”

“Are you going to set this up as your main profession?”

“No!”

“Notification for Player 0000! You’ve obtained the side profession, Ziggurat Guard! Randomly acquired 2 talents from 4 of Ziggurat Guard’s talents!

“Profession Talent 1, Death Immunity: When Death Curse is triggered, there is a 10 percent chance that you’d be immune to its effects!

“Profession Talent 2, Patrol: After midnight, your running speed will increase!

“Warning! It will take longer to upgrade past time professions and side professions, upgrading these professions’ talents require 3 times normal EXP. Now that you own 2 professions, you’ve slowly familiarized yourself with the working life. You have seen more and learnt more, your Perfect Life became more colorful because of it!”

“All I’ve seen so far is red, how is that colorful?” Han Fei tried to run in the corridor. The side profession of Ziggurat Guard was far more useful than he thought. Just the effect of Patrol alone was worth it. After returning to room 1144, Han Fei sat beside the bed and stared at the dresser. His eyes were calm like he was pondering something important. No one dared to disturb him. When the exit button lit up, Han Fei stood up and walked towards the dresser. “We mustn’t lose this opportunity, we’ll all go together.” Han Fei picked up the chain. He stood with the madman and red dress while his eyes turned coldly towards the old lady.

“Surviving here is already hard enough, why the insistence to court death? Can you complete something even a Pure Hatred cannot?” The old lady unwillingly headed towards the dresser. Just as her hands touched it, the capillaries on the doors bulged, like they were coming alive. The capillaries crawled onto the walls. The gap between the dresser door emitted a horrible smell. Before the old lady even opened the door fully, an arm reached for her and pulled her into the dresser. A ‘person’ disappeared just like that. The madman scurried backwards to hide.

“You’re the manager’s backup, so it won’t hurt you. You have to know how to make use of that to your advantage.” Han Fei explained to the madman, at that moment, it was hard to tell who was the mad one. The closer it was to 4 am, the more changes occurred inside the bedroom. Han Fei opened the dresser with the red dress. There were many clothes hanging inside the dresser, they were drenched in blood. The red dress entered first, then she waved at Han Fei to follow. Han Fei grabbed her wrist and the madman. They entered the dresser together. He parted the clothes before him but to his consternation, there were more and more clothes and the blood stains on them became heavier. It looked like dead bodies hanging around them.

The dresser looked small from the outside but inside it was like a maze, there were bloody clothes everywhere. The only person who could provide security to Han Fei was the red dress. But as they walked, Han Fei noticed something was wrong. Even though the hand that he held also had on red clothes, it was not a red dress.

‘Is this an illusion?’ Since the person didn’t stop, Han Fei didn’t let go either. He turned back and realized the madman was missing. And when he turned back to the front, he was only holding a red shirt sleeve. Holding the sleeve, Han Fei looked around. Each of the bloody clothes represented a dead spirit. ‘Is this the Butterfly’s dresser? Since no one knows what it looks like, could these be the appearances that it could put on?’

Han Fei didn’t panic. He knew most cursed objects had special power. ‘I saw with my own eyes the red dress enter the dresser. She is a Large Lingering Spirit, a normal Grade F Cursed Object wouldn’t be able to trap her. The most logical thing I should do now is to wait for her to return.’ Since the exit key had lit up, Han Fei was fearless. Furthermore, he still had one more cigarette in his inventory. If he ran into danger, he would light it up for protection.

About 10 seconds later, something disturbed the clothes not far away from Han Fei. They swayed, suggesting that something was moving in the dresser. Putting the paper doll on his shoulder, Han Fei crouched down holding Rest in Peace. He followed the trail of moving clothes before fixing his eyes in a direction. The thing inside the dresser appeared to sense Han Fei’s eyes on it. Grey long arms reached out from the darkness. It rustled through the bloody clothes, the sound was enough to make a normal person’s mind go insane.

The distance between the two drew closer. Han Fei held his breath, he was ready to kill.