The security guard was astonished.
He went back and forth through several more videos.
Suddenly, he noticed something.
The elevator video had been uploaded on the twenty-second, but the video he had seen before—the one uploaded on the twenty-third, showing someone jumping around on the rooftop—was gone.
He didn't know whether it had been hidden.
Or deleted.
In any case, it was gone.
For no apparent reason, the security guard felt a jolt of unease.
The JC had come to the door.
And brought the tenant's relatives along.
This matter might not be simple.
It was impossible for a lowly security guard like him to handle it alone.
The property manager, who had been getting a grand massage ten kilometers away, hurried back in a somewhat disheveled state and personally led everyone to Building Three to look for the man.
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Once again, no one answered the knock.
But music could be heard coming from inside, along with a faint stench drifting out.
The JC's expression changed.
They forced the door open.
They found that the blogger was already lying dead in the living room.
The corpse had even begun to rot!
After a great deal of commotion, the forensic examination concluded that he had suffered a sudden myocardial infarction. He should have died on the twenty-second.
The twenty-second?
The security guard heard the result from the property manager afterward.
A nameless fear rose within him.
That couldn't be right, could it?
The man had been dead on the twenty-second. Then who had uploaded the video on the twenty-third?
Although the video was gone.
He could still be certain.
It had absolutely been uploaded!
For some inexplicable reason.
He remembered that locked iron door... and the part he couldn't figure out: how had the blogger gotten inside?
An ordinary person.