Please Stop Sending Red Envelopes for This Book, Sob

Gu Mian actually wanted to research a question.

If two Sadakos crawled out of two different televisions, what interesting things would happen if the screens of those two televisions were placed facing each other?

Unfortunately, his residence didn't have two televisions.

Unable to research the question, Gu Mian had no choice but to open the popcorn and eat it while watching a movie.

But the disc hadn't been playing for long when, as the face of the first extra who died of fright enlarged on the screen, the television suddenly froze.

Gu Mian's throat hitched, and he found himself staring into that terrifyingly expressive face.

Just then, a slow knocking sound suddenly came from the door.

Gu Mian's residence was very old, an extremely dilapidated apartment building.

There were very few residents upstairs; including him and the landlord, there were only five households.

The hallway was already disgustingly dirty, several voice-activated lights were broken and unrepaired, no one cleaned, and the window had a large hole, letting in the whistling wind.

Normally, no one would wander the hallway, let alone have the leisure to knock on his door with such a rhythmic tapping sound.

Gu Mian put down the popcorn and walked to the door.

The door itself was also very old, with paper pasted on it. The lock didn't seem sturdy; it looked like it could be kicked open.

Above the door, there was a ventilation window that could be opened. It was transparent but covered with paper. If someone were outside, they could vaguely see inside by standing on something.

The knocking continued.

There was a peephole on the door at head height. Gu Mian leaned closer.

The moment he brought his eye to the peephole, the sound suddenly stopped.

There was nothing outside, only half of a "Fu" character sticker that had fallen from the opposite door, flapping against the door panel in the night wind.

The voice-activated light hanging on the wall had long been broken, so he could only see outside by the moonlight. But after looking for a long time, he couldn't see a single person.

"Strange, looks like I need to find a flashlight..." Gu Mian muttered as he returned to the television.

The screen was still frozen on that terrifying face, but this face seemed different from before; its gaze appeared to have changed direction.

Gu Mian ignored where its eyes were looking and reached out to pat the top of the television.

This was how he fixed frozen TVs when he was in the orphanage.

Gu Mian stood on a stool, half of his face pale under the light, looking towards the door.

"I'd like to see which bastard is knocking so damn randomly!"

Meanwhile, Yuwen Hao was restlessly leaning against the bed.

He covered most of his body with the blanket, occasionally twisting his neck to look around.

The bedroom door was wide open, and he had already turned off the lights in the living room, leaving it pitch black outside.

He felt a bit anxious.

For some reason, he had the feeling someone was staring at him.

The gaze seemed to come from beside the bed, or from the shadows under the writing desk, or from the dark living room.

Yuwen Hao looked outside the bedroom door.

In the dark night, a person seemed to be standing straight in the dark living room outside the door, staring intently at him.

He flinched, then stiffly glanced at the living room outside the door again.

There was no one there, only darkness.

Yuwen Hao stared intently at the bedroom door, fighting an internal battle for a long time before daring to move his legs out from under the blanket.

He slipped on his slippers and quickly went to the door, closing it.

"Hoo—" After closing the door, he let out a long sigh of relief: "This is much better."

Just then, a sudden ringing sound scared him half to death again.

"Ring ring ring—"

"Ring ring ring—"

It was the phone by the bedside, the caller ID showing Lin Yue'er.

Yuwen Hao quickly returned to the bedside to answer the phone, covering most of his body with the blanket again.

"Hello? Yue'er?" He gripped the receiver tightly.

There was silence from the other end for a moment, then heavy breathing could be heard. After several breaths, Lin Yue'er's very faint voice came through the receiver.

"Yuwen Hao... I... I'm a little scared right now, I can't speak loudly..."

Yuwen Hao frowned, lowering his own voice: "What's wrong?"

"It seems... it seems like someone is under my bed..."

"Tonight, I don't dare turn off the lights... I just lay on the bed, covered myself with the blanket, and then... then I heard, it sounded like something from under the bed..."

"That kind of rustling sound... the sound of clothes rubbing against the floor. At first, I thought I was hearing things... but then it sounded again..."

"It was right next to my back, a sound coming from under the bed... almost by my ear..."

Lin Yue'er paused again at this point.

Yuwen Hao waited for a long time before her voice came again: "It just sounded again!"

"Don't be scared," Yuwen Hao said softly, "Where are you now? Still in bed?"

"Mmm... I don't dare to move. I wanted to get down just now, but I saw a hand retract under the bed... sob, I'm afraid I'll be pulled in if I get down, so I only dared to call you with the phone on the nightstand..."