The door to 301 was ajar.
Like the stairwell door of Unit 4, it seemed to have long been prepared to welcome another round of intruders.
Ji Li set his cane beside the door. With a flick of his right hand, the Stage Sword landed in his palm, and he gently pulled the door open with its tip.
"Creak..."
Unit 4 was not particularly quiet, yet the sound of the door turning was still painfully harsh, accompanied by a fresh scent that sent shivers down the spine.
Ji Li's expression shifted slightly when he caught the smell, because it confused him.
The stench of blood was unavoidable, and expected.
Ye Ping and her husband had already been murdered, and their manner of death should not have differed much from the previous victims. Otherwise, there would not have been such a strong smell of blood.
But aside from the blood, the air was also permeated with a refreshing floral fragrance.
The scent was both delicate and rich, like lilies yet also chrysanthemums. What should have been a pleasant fragrance was now mixed with the pungent smell of fresh blood, making it strangely unsettling.
Ji Li pulled the door open. Mei Sheng exchanged a glance with him and stepped inside first.
The moment Mei Sheng entered the entryway, she saw that the shoe rack had already toppled onto the carpet, several pairs of shoes belonging to different people scattered messily across the floor.
A fresh trail of blood extended from the Restroom near the entryway all the way into the depths of the apartment.
The glaring red, in the unlit room, resembled a strip of silk still dancing, endlessly drifting before her eyes.
Keeping close to the wall as she moved forward sideways, Mei Sheng took out a pair of thin white