A police car drove slowly into the community, its siren blaring. The officers entered apartment 504 and took away the man who had killed his wife.
Chu Qingjiu watched the entire process without saying a word.
He had shown great kindness, but ultimately, it had been no match for the malice in that man's heart.
Living in a place like this changed not only people's fortunes, but their states of mind as well.
Unless someone was utterly righteous and good, living here would inevitably affect them. Even the slightest trace of malice, however fleeting, would be magnified endlessly until it bore bitter fruit.
Chu Qingjiu saw the middle-aged woman from apartment 408 come out after hearing the commotion. Looking at him standing apart from it all, she asked, "What happened?"
Without looking up, Chu Qingjiu said flatly, "The husband in 504 killed his wife."
In truth, it was this community that was killing people, but Chu Qingjiu felt there was no point telling the middle-aged woman that.
Few people truly believed in supernatural things like this, and Chu Qingjiu had no intention of making trouble for himself.
"Oh, what a tragedy," the middle-aged woman sighed. "When they first moved in, everyone praised them as a model couple."
Only then did Chu Qingjiu give her a proper look. "Have you lived here a long time?"
"Yes, it must have been over ten years now."
After more than ten years here, she should have been affected long ago. Yet the only sign she showed was an unhealthy complexion. Chu Qingjiu didn't believe that nothing had happened to her, so he continued, "Do you live alone?"
"I have a son who's been bedridden since he was little. His father passed away several years ago, so it's all up to me to look after