Inside the apartment building, the corridors were pitch-black.
In the bedroom of one apartment, a phone screen was still glowing. A boy with heavy dark circles under his eyes lay on his bed, engrossed in watching it.
His hair was thin, and his white school uniform shirt was a little dirty. His lower body was hidden beneath the covers.
People's emotions were sensitive at night. After scrolling through videos for a while, the boy suddenly put down his phone with a touch of melancholy. He looked out at the moonlight and darkness and sighed softly. "I wonder how a good-for-nothing like me will die someday. It hasn't been easy for Mom and Dad to raise me, and here I am wasting my time. I've really let them down. Poor Wang Zhida has had such a hard life."
Wang Zhida rubbed his eyes and gazed out at the gloom. His phone suddenly seemed less appealing, and a wave of sleepiness swept over him. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
As he sank deeper into sleep, bluish-black mist poured out of the darkness in the room, weaving together to form the outline of a child. Blood trickled from its eye sockets, and a slightly curled tongue emerged from within and gently licked it up.
In the next room, Wang Zhida's parents were jolted awake by the noises outside their door. They ran a breakfast shop, worked hard, and always got up early.
Hearing the cries, Wang Zhida's father looked uneasy. Dressed in blue pajamas, he was about to get out of bed when his wife grabbed his hand.
The two had always been devoted to each other. Even though work was hard, Wang Zhida's father did what he could to share her burden.
Worry tinged with fear appeared on his mother's face. "Why would a child be crying outside in the middle of the night? It isn't safe for you to go alone. I'll come with you and take a look."
Some of the unease faded from his father's face. He frowned and said, "No, get some sleep. We'll have to get up and prepare breakfast before long. I'll go take a look. Don't worry, there won't be any danger."
As the two went back and forth, a series of heavy footsteps sounded outside the door!
Wang Zhida's parents exchanged looks. Their son's footsteps weren't that heavy, so what could be in their home at this hour?
The chill of fear crept up their backs, and the crying suddenly turned shrill! The wailing grew even more mournful. Wang Zhida's father's footsteps grew heavier as he got out of bed, and then he stopped.
His mother had yet to notice. Her voice trembled. "Honey, maybe we should just go back to sleep."
She reached out to turn on the light, fumbling in the darkness. An icy sensation touched her fingertips, and she immediately let out a shrill scream!
She turned to call out to her husband, only to see him standing rigidly beside the bed. His face was blank and calm, utterly lifeless!
Her fear grew even stronger. Though she was over thirty, she burst into tears. The next instant, her husband's face burst apart, spraying blood and bone fragments across the room. Most of his body collapsed. The sight was horrifying. Teeth fell from his mouth and struck the floor, like beads shattering.
A little ghost with a mouthful of fangs let out a hideous cackle as it burrowed out of his abdomen, bathed in blood! Strands of black mist swirled, and ghostly figures stood in the shadows of the room, their scarlet eyes flickering. Wang Zhida's mother screamed in fear and helplessness. She crawled under the covers, but it did no good.
The ghosts pounced on her, covering her completely!
Screams then echoed through the room, accompanied by the sounds of flesh and bone being chewed.
The crisp crunch of breaking bones sounded especially satisfying.
Shadows and black mist enveloped the entire apartment building. As time flew by, the night did not pass as usual.
Wang Zhida opened his eyes blearily and saw [9:35] on his phone screen. He rubbed his eyes, finding it strange. He looked up at the window and saw that it was pitch-black outside. He hurriedly rubbed his eyes again and saw that his curtains weren't drawn. However slow he was, he realized something was wrong!
Wang Zhida got dressed and hurried out of bed. He shouted for his parents, but received no answer. Looking at the pitch-dark living room, he felt his heart slowly sink.
He pushed open the door to his parents' room. The sight before him made his whole body go rigid. It was like a dream, too unbelievable to be real!
Half of his father's face lay on the floor. His neck had burst open, his abdomen was gaping, and blood was splattered across the floor, especially glaring in the darkness.
A sliver of dawn light actually reached in through the window, looking particularly strange against the curtain of night and illuminating the gruesome state of the corpse.
His mother's head hung by the doorway, visible as soon as he opened the door. Her body and head were connected by a length of wire, with blood dripping from them. Most of the flesh had been stripped from her body, exposing stark white bones covered in bite marks!
Wang Zhida covered his mouth. Tears fell from his eyes as he staggered backward and collapsed to the floor, but he did not scream.
No human could have done what lay before him. He was no fool and had always been highly adaptable. He understood that he had run into a ghost. No matter how grief-stricken he was, he had to be strong. He couldn't die here.
Heavy footsteps sounded behind him. Just as Wang Zhida thought it was a ghost and prepared to hold his breath and focus, a voice tinged with mockery rang out. "You've got the strongest nerves of all the pigs in this building. Even in a situation like this, you haven't triggered the killing rule, so I'll just have to do it myself."
The amount of information in those words was enormous for Wang Zhida. Amid the shock, he also grasped the most crucial point: this person had something to do with his parents' deaths.
Reason could no longer suppress his emotions. Wang Zhida turned and saw a man in a black trench coat standing before a mass of bluish-black mist! His expression was cold, and the sharpness that confronted Wang Zhida made him unconsciously overlook the man's handsome features.
Wang Zhida's eyes were bloodshot. Swinging his fists, he charged at Si Yehan!
The bluish-black mist suddenly transformed into blades that pierced all four of his limbs, scraping away flesh. Wang Zhida let out a piercing scream as fragments of bone and flesh, coated in blood, trickled down the blades.
Si Yehan casually waved a hand, and the blades withdrew. Wang Zhida's limbs withered, and he lay helplessly on the floor, flattened like paper! His facial features were squeezed out bit by bit, blood and brain matter spilling out as his screams echoed through the room.
"A mantis trying to stop a chariot. Courageous, perhaps, but foolish all the same." Si Yehan's voice held a hint of scorn as he slowly withdrew, disappearing into the bluish-black mist!
Deathly silence completely enveloped the entire apartment building! Not a single person survived. Everyone had triggered the killing rule, but under the workings of the Weird Game, every death would be given a reasonable explanation.
Rain poured down, intertwining like silk in a continuous curtain! Holding a black umbrella he had found, Si Yehan strolled through the rain, looking utterly at ease.
With each step, he vanished and reappeared a great distance away! The black umbrella began turning into black powder from its edges, scattering along with the rain.
The moment the umbrella completely disintegrated, Si Yehan shot into the sky amid dark clouds and a thunderstorm.
The experiment he had personally conducted today had left him in a slightly better mood.