Chapter 159 In a corner of the city, there is a dilapidated building hidden, its exterior wall peeling off mottled paint, revealing the dull gray bricks underneath. The alley in front of the building is narrow and dim. Even in the daytime, the sunlight seems unable to penetrate the dense collection of clotheslines and hanging shabby clothes, casting little spots of light. There is a rental house on the second floor of this building. Its door is so old that it is almost falling apart, and the paint on the door has peeled off so much that the original color cannot be seen. There was a faint yellow light coming from between the cracks in the door, which looked particularly strange. If you take a closer look, you will find that the door lock is rusty and it seems that no one has opened or closed it normally for a long time. Once you open the door and enter, the first thing you see is newspapers and dust on the floor, as if it has been accumulated for several years without being cleaned. There are some indescribable debris piled up in the corner of the wall, some of which are moldy, and some of which are moth-eaten until only the frame is left. The air was filled with a musty and unknown rancid smell that was nauseating. The furniture in the room was messy. The headboard of a bed was against the wall. The bed was covered with a dirty sheet and the pillows were stained with oil. There were several pieces of worn clothing scattered on the floor, as well as traces of some unknown liquid. There was an old wardrobe in the corner, with the door half open, revealing the dark space inside, as if some creature would jump out of it at any time. The light fixture on the ceiling was covered with thick dust and emitted a weak light. It made a crackling sound from time to time, making people worry that it would suddenly fall. There is a painting hanging on the wall. The figure in the painting has a distorted face and deep and hollow eyes, seeming to be watching everyone who enters the room. The entire rental house is full of gloomy and depressive atmosphere, and every corner seems to hide unknown secrets. Here, time seems to have stood still, and only those quiet voices remind you of what has happened here, or what is about to happen. In a corner of the city, there is a dilapidated building hidden, its exterior wall peeling off mottled paint, revealing the dull gray bricks underneath. The alley in front of the building is narrow and dim. Even in the daytime, the sunlight seems unable to penetrate the dense collection of clotheslines and hanging shabby clothes, casting little spots of light. There is a rental house on the second floor of this building. Its door is so old that it is almost falling apart, and the paint on the door has peeled off so much that the original color cannot be seen. There was a faint yellow light coming from between the cracks in the door, which looked particularly strange. If you take a closer look, you will find that the door lock is rusty and it seems that no one has opened or closed it normally for a long time. Once you open the door and enter, the first thing you see is newspapers and dust on the floor, as if it has been accumulated for several years without being cleaned. There are some indescribable debris piled up in the corner of the wall, some of which are moldy, and some of which are moth-eaten until only the frame is left. The air was filled with a musty and unknown rancid smell that was nauseating.
The furniture in the room was messy. The headboard of a bed was against the wall. The bed was covered with a dirty sheet and the pillows were stained with oil. There were several pieces of worn clothing scattered on the floor, as well as traces of some unknown liquid. There was an old wardrobe in the corner, with the door half open, revealing the dark space inside, as if some creature would jump out of it at any time. The light fixture on the ceiling was covered with thick dust and emitted a weak light. It made a crackling sound from time to time, making people worry that it would suddenly fall. There is a painting hanging on the wall. The figure in the painting has a distorted face and deep and hollow eyes, seeming to be watching everyone who enters the room.