308: Chapter 308: The Child Behind the Door 308: Chapter 308: The Child Behind the Door “Are you sure you want to take her with you?
If the owners see her, it might scare them.” Brother Hua’s tone was very tactful, but what he truly thought was, were you not afraid of causing mayhem throughout the entire building by carrying that thing around?
“It’s okay, I’ll try to keep it hidden from the owners.” Han Fei had already folded Red Skirt, “This way, covering it up should do the trick.”
“Then you are indeed quite considerate of the owners.” Brother Hua’s face showed a helpless smile, “Didn’t your ntor teach you properly?”
“He’s gone missing, and I’m looking for him.”
“Well, that settles it.”
Brother Hua instinctively walked to the other side of Han Fei, distancing himself from Red Skirt, “Make sure you hold onto it firm, and don’t let it end up in the rooms where people live.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve worked in a residential area before, and I beca friends with many of the owners.
They all think I’m a good person.” Han Fei spoke the truth; he had quickly beco popular with the Building Chiefs.
“You are a good person, it’s just your ideas are a bit unique.” Brother Hua patted Han Fei on the shoulder, “Regardless, the three of us have a responsibility to bear.
Weird incidents are frequent in the complex, and the owners living here are very scared.
We need to provide them with as much of a sense of security as possible.
Rember, our nightly patrols aren’t about uncovering the truth, they’re about letting the owners know there are still three of us inside this building.”
“Okay.” Han Fei nodded repeatedly.
He respected ordinary people like Brother Hua, but he was curious about what kind of mories Butterfly had instilled in them and where their butterfly pattern was hidden on their bodies?
“Gather your things and get ready to set out, and hope we’ll get through the night safely.” After looking at the patrol list, Brother Hua moved aside the cabinet set up with various security items, revealing a clay statue of Duke Guan behind it.
Bowing three tis to the statue of Duke Guan, Brother Hua moved the cabinet back into place and strode out of the room.
“Midnight has long passed, and today just happens to be April 4th.
I keep feeling that sothing will happen in the building, so you two better not stray too far from .
If you encounter any danger, don’t just think about running away,” Brother Hua put on a senior’s air, and his voice beca more somber.
“Brother Hua, you have a watch, can you tell what ti it is now?” Han Fei realized sothing.
In reality, it wasn’t April 4th.
The security guards’ mories might have been frozen on April 4th, which, if it weren’t for Han Fei’s appearance, could have ant their last night alive.
“It’s 3:27 AM, why do you ask?”
“Every place in this building with the number four seems to be unlucky, and today is just the fourth of April.
I have a feeling that 4:44:44 AM will be particularly terrifying.” With one sentence, Han Fei made the two security guards’ hairs stand on end.
“Then let’s aim to be back by four o’clock.” Brother Hua waved his hand, indicating for the injured Xiaofang and Han Fei to follow behind, as he led the way ahead with a high-powered flashlight.
It was clear he was also afraid, not walking far before glancing sideways, as if he was checking in his peripheral vision whether Han Fei and Xiaofang were still behind him.
Maybe to alleviate the oppressive atmosphere of fear, Brother Hua gave a dry cough and began to pass on “experience” to Han Fei and Xiaofang, “Both of you are newcors, and it’s good that I’m leading you tonight.
We nightshift security guards have to patrol four tis: at eight in the evening, midnight, three in the morning, and eight in the morning.
We start each patrol from the left stairwell, up to the 24th floor, and then co back down the right stairwell to the first floor.
If you want to offer the Delivery Ghost to Red Skirt, we’ll take that route accordingly, hoping our luck will be a bit better.”
Brother Hua wasn’t sure if encountering a ghost was good luck; he had an innate aversion to that Delivery Ghost, as if sothing had happened before.
“Regardless, we need to continue with our patrol as normal, checking the fire safety equipnt, stairwell corners, and surveillance caras on each floor…”
All three security guards were anxious about the arrival of 4 AM and moved briskly without needing to speak out loud.
Han Fei also found out why Brother Hua and Xiaofang were so insistent on patrolling – not only out of a sense of professional duty but also because if they didn’t appear on schedule in the surveillance footage, they would be punished the next day.
Being a security guard in a haunted residential complex ca with very high pay, but if you didn’t follow the rules, the consequences were also severe.
Xiaofang didn’t elaborate on the punishnt.
He just instinctively felt that it was better to go on patrol.
The three quickly entered the stairwell and reached the fifth floor.
The motion-sensor light turned on, the oppressive feeling vanished, and within Death Building, only the odd-numbered floors were illuminated.
Where there was light, the chill seed dispelled.
“Should we stay here for a while?”
Without further discussion, all three naturally slowed their pace, the unspoken understanding between humans sotis being that simple.
After dilly-dallying for quite so ti, Brother Hua finally turned on his flashlight, ready to head to the sixth floor.
At 3:30 in the morning, patrolling inside a haunted residential building was already a terrifying affair.
If anything else went wrong, letting one’s imagination run wild could easily scare oneself sick.
The even-numbered floors of the Death Building didn’t have motion-sensitive lights installed, and the sixth floor was just as pitch-dark, feeling as if no one lived there at all.
After reaching the sixth floor, Han Fei and Xiaofang were eager to move up to the seventh floor, but Brother Hua stopped in his tracks, “Wait a mont, there’s a divorced mother living on this floor, and her son has a habit of sleepwalking.
He likes to find the keys and open the door in the middle of the night, then squat in the corner of the hallway.”
“Find the keys and open the door?”
“Yes, no matter where the mother hides the keys, her son always finds them.
The mother thought it was very strange.
She even locked the keys in a safe, but when she checked the surveillance footage the next day, her son could still be seen leaving her ho with the keys in the middle of the night.” Brother Hua said in a low voice, moving his feet slowly with the flashlight in hand: “Later, the mother asked us to help check on her child each ti we patrolled.”
Although Brother Hua wasn’t very brave, he was quite responsible.
He pushed open the security door on the sixth floor and looked inside; there was nothing in the black hole of a floor.
“It seems that the child isn’t sleepwalking tonight.” Just as Brother Hua let out a sigh of relief, they heard the sound of marbles rolling on the floor coming from the corridor.
The three of them crowded together and looked towards the sound.
Behind the security door squatted a little child with pale skin.
He was only about five or six years old, with eyes wide open and a sowhat vacant expression, continuously muttering sothing under his breath.
He pushed a marble behind the door, and then the marble would roll back to him as if soone was playing a ga with him.
Xiaofang was startled by the child and was about to scold the strange kid when Brother Hua stopped him.
“You can’t wake a sleepwalking child directly; the older generation says it can cause the soul to get lost.”
Brother Hua seed to be experienced in such matters as he squatted behind the child and gently picked him up.
“I’ll take the child to his mother.”
As Brother Hua passed by with the child in his arms, Han Fei faintly heard the words the child kept muttering — if you look back, you will die, if you look back, you will die, if you look back, you will die!
With a tingling sensation in his neck, Han Fei involuntarily looked back and saw a hand grabbing the marble behind the door where the child had been squatting, hiding it away.
“Soone is playing with him?”
Han Fei took a deep breath; he had just looked back, and he was still alive, unhard.
Knowing that looking back wasn’t the condition for his death, Han Fei looked back several tis frantically, “I don’t know if my death curse has been triggered yet.
If it has, what could my death curse be?”
The door to room 1064 was half-open.
Brother Hua didn’t enter the room; instead, he knocked on the door from outside.
It didn’t take long for a woman with long black hair to appear at the doorway.
She thanked Brother Hua repeatedly and then took the child back into the room.
Closing the door behind her, Brother Hua seed to be in a good mood, even so of his inner fear seed to have dissipated, “People should do more good deeds; it makes for a better mindset.”
He and Xiaofang were ready to head to the seventh floor.
As they were leaving the corridor, Han Fei looked back one more ti and was surprised to see another child standing behind the security door!
The child looked exactly like the one from before, but his skin was even paler.
He was holding a marble, eyes fixed on Brother Hua.
“Was the child just brought into the room the woman’s child?
If not, what exactly has Brother Hua been bringing into room 1064 every night?
And where is the woman’s child?”
With his scalp tingling, when Han Fei turned back again, the child had vanished.
“Every floor of this Death Building is dangerous; making it through tonight is indeed going to be a bit difficult.”
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