The door Xiao Sang knocked on was very familiar to Ke Xun, as the candlelight emanating from that room last night was still vivid in his mind—this was room 402, where the three girls had stayed before.
Only Xin Miao lived in room 402.
Xiao Sang persistently knocked on the door for nearly two minutes, and seeing no response, she finally left in her high heels.
Her pace returned to normal; Xiao Sang paused briefly in front of each door every few steps, seemingly trying to identify the occupant.
Ke Xun lowered his voice and quickly said, "If I'm not mistaken, her next door is our 411."
Xiao Sang's brief pauses at each door were likely to determine if the person inside lived in the room outside the painting—if the answer was yes, she would try to knock.
The footsteps grew closer. Xiao Sang walked counter-clockwise down the corridor: 402, 401, 416, 415, 414…
"Stop looking," Mu Yiran
said, turning away and pressing her body against the wall. This angle prevented the person opposite from seeing anything through the window. "If she doesn't respond, she'll probably leave." Ke Xun also pressed himself against the wall, listening to the approaching high heels—this waiting was unbearable, like waiting for some kind of apocalypse.
Xiao Sang, in her high heels, finally reached 411. After a moment, a knock sounded.
The knocking was rhythmic and polite.
It continued for two minutes, and just when Ke Xun thought it was almost over, the knocking suddenly quickened, sounding impatient.
Neither of them dared to move, standing almost breathless, trying to minimize their presence.
The rapid knocking continued for another two minutes before finally stopping. The high heels took two steps forward, then suddenly stopped in front of the small window.
The other person, unwilling to give up, knocked on the window again—bang, bang, bang…
A dark shadow loomed over the window, the person outside seemingly trying to peek inside. Suddenly, a soft voice called out, "Open the door! Open the door for me! It's me, Xiao Sang!"
Ke Xun broke out in a cold sweat, remembering how he had once fought against Hei Shi Tian, yet now he was frightened by this strange little woman outside.
"Open the door~" the voice pleaded.
Both of them held their breath, trying their best not to let anything outside detect them.
The woman outside sighed softly, then left dejectedly, the sound of her high heels slowing and becoming erratic, tinged with disappointment.
The next door should be room 410, so the two of them dared not move, as they were too close.
But then the footsteps faded away, almost disappearing completely.
Mu Yiran slowly tilted her head and peeked through the curtain seam: "She went downstairs."
Ke Xun breathed a sigh of relief: "Why did she let 410 go?"
Mu Yiran's deep voice came: "If I'm not mistaken, she came out of 410."
These words made Ke Xun break out in a cold sweat. He carefully squeezed his gaze through the curtain seam again. The figure in red had already reached the third floor.
Because she came down the west corner staircase next to 409, the figure first appeared at position 308 on the third floor, still going counterclockwise, still at the same speed, stopping every few steps in front of the door to consider for a moment before continuing forward.
Qin Ci and the elderly Li Taiyong lived in 307, and the figure in red indeed knocked on that door.
Ke Xun was on edge. Although he knew Qin Ci was always reliable, and Old Man Li Taiyong was even less likely to make mistakes, this Xiao Sang was truly unpredictable. What if she knocked on several doors without getting an answer and got angry…?
Xiao Sang finally gave up on 307. She had knocked for quite a while earlier, but didn't knock on the window again, and instead moved on to 306.
"Strange, I thought she would take longer and longer to knock each time," Ke Xun said, puzzled.
"Maybe she has some way of smelling or sensing the scent of the people inside," Mu Yiran said.
"You mean the number of people?" Ke Xun thought for a moment. The number of people in his room was the same as the number in Qin Ci's room. "Could she smell their height and weight?"—If that were the case, his room should have the highest number of people among all the rooms.
"No, I think her method of distinguishing is gender and age," Mu Yiran said, her voice tinged with barely perceptible embarrassment.
Ke Xun suddenly realized how innocent he had been, forgetting that ghosts often knock on doors to find something—especially since this female ghost was very likely from room 410. According to Qiu Lu, this woman loved reading all sorts of shady books in her lifetime… and had even left out shocking poems in both the men's and women's restrooms…
But was she really a female ghost? Xiao Sang had clearly appeared during the day.
Two rooms on the third floor housed their companions: 307, where Qin Ci and Li Taiyong lived, and 309, where Shou Zhu and Zhi Tiao lived.
Xiao Sang walked almost halfway around the circumference of the corridor before slowly reaching her destination.
Because of the limited visibility, 309 was almost directly below 411, so Mu Yiran and Ke Xun couldn't see what was happening below and had to rely on their hearing.
A knocking sound rang out, lasting about two minutes. Xiao Sang, in her usual sweet, Jiangzhe accent, called out again, "Open the door! It's me, Xiao Sang! Brother, open the door!"
Mu Yiran whispered, "Don't you think this voice sounds a little different from Xiao Sang's during the day?"
Ke Xun, a bit slow to notice, replied, "The accents are about the same."
"No, this accent sounds deliberate, like she's imitating the Wenzhou dialect." Before Mu Yiran could finish speaking, the sound of a door opening suddenly came from downstairs.
This sudden action caught everyone off guard. 309 opened the door? Who was it? Who opened the door for her?
—It must be Shou Zhu.
The door opened and closed again.
The entire process was silent.
A moment later, staggering footsteps were heard, and a figure appeared in the third-floor corridor, looking terrified. The figure eventually walked towards Qin Ci's apartment, 307, seemingly knocking. A moment later, the door opened, and the person went inside—it was impossible to tell who it was in the darkness.
The entire building fell silent again.
Ke Xun's heart sank, awaiting the screams or cries for help that would soon erupt.
A long silence followed, like the silent fire of the previous night.
307 opened the door—was that a form of welcoming visitors? Was it a violation?
309 opened the door to outsiders—how should that be judged?
Suddenly, a series of heavy breaths filled the room, so loud it was as if they were right next to someone's ear—no, as if coming from a blast of stereo.
Ke Xun and Mu Yiran exchanged a glance, confirming it wasn't a hallucination. The sound returned, this time even more explicit moans and groans…
Holy crap, where did this extremely vulgar and terrifying noise come from?
Ke Xun felt the ground tremble slightly, then a flash of white light appeared outside the window. He quickly looked towards the window again.
That one glance was unforgettable. Ke Xun felt as if his pupils had exploded with fireworks stretching for ten centuries.
Two enormous, mountain-like bodies were piled up in the center of the courtyard of the tenement building, huge, pale figures engaged in indescribable acts of ecstasy…
The whole scene was like a giant hologram, yet so real; their exhaled breath almost blurred the glass windows.
Ke Xun finally understood the meaning of "eye-searing." At this moment, his eyes, bearing immense pressure, were staring intently out the window on the verge of exploding, unable to even blink. *
Holy crap…* Ke Xun couldn't even swear anymore. Faced with such a massive act that crossed all boundaries, all profanity seemed like praise.
Was this kind of "viewing" uncontrollable? Ke Xun tried desperately to look to the side, but his eyes wouldn't move an inch; he could only stare intently at the enormous, dome-shaped "live sex show" before him…
The two giants' bodies glowed, as if actively seeking attention. Ke Xun finally managed to discern that the thin, gigantic man was Shou Zhu, and the unnaturally pale woman was not Xiao Sang.
Perhaps due to the intensity of their "movements," the woman had thrown off her Ω-shaped black wig, revealing long, snow-white hair. In their passion, they shifted their angles, and the woman's entire face was now exposed to Ke Xun's small window…
a snow-white face, snow-white eyebrows and eyelashes, only her pupils were pale pink, as if she were wearing contact lenses.
The woman shed tears of passion, shouting obscene words and shocking verses.
Ke Xun struggled with himself, finally managing to close his eyes with all his might. Gradually, he regained his mobility, then quickly turned around, panting heavily as he leaned against the wall—he didn't know what was so tiring about "appreciating" this, but it was utterly exhausting, both physically and mentally.
Mu Yiran had also leaned against the wall. The two exchanged a glance, both displaying an innocent, almost cartoonish expression. They were on the verge
of tears.
The sounds outside continued, growing increasingly intense, like a giant surround sound system installed throughout the building, designed to let the whole world hear their actions.
Ke Xun stumbled back to the bed and lay down immediately: "Oh my god, that scared me to death! That was devastating!"
Mu Yiran remained standing by the window, her gaze no longer fixed on the outside. The cold, stiff atmosphere inside contrasted sharply with the intense stimulation outside.
The enormous noise outside lasted for almost two hours before slowly subsiding…
Ke Xun gradually recovered from the intense nausea and terror: "Outside, is it over?"
Mu Yiran still didn't look outside, but instead half-lifted the curtains. Ke Xun was caught off guard and saw the unfinished scene outside the window. He didn't know which organ of the giant was being shown in the close-up view of the window, but he felt that every detail was clearly visible, indescribable.
Ke Xun felt a chill and finally dry heaved.
"That's an albino." Mu Yiran's voice sounded even colder against the backdrop of the noise outside the window.
"Who?" Ke Xun smelled the Eight Immortals Tears and thought he might as well take some Danshen Dripping Pills to calm his nerves.
"The woman outside the window who was pretending to be Xiao Sang should be the white woman that Sha Liu saw last night. Judging from her skin and pupils, she should be an albino."
"Why was she pretending to be Xiao Sang?"
"It's hard to say. Maybe she thought Xiao Sang was the type that attracted men." Mu Yiran spoke these words without any expression.
Indeed, a woman like Xiao Sang had successfully attracted Shou Zhu during the day. Perhaps Shou Zhu thought it was the real Xiao Sang knocking on the door, so he disregarded etiquette and opened it for her.
This is the legendary "forgetting death at the sight of beauty."
When the sounds outside the window completely disappeared, it was already dawn.
Ke Xun lay in bed for a while before getting up and drawing back the curtains. Outside, everything was finally back to normal.
It was as if the two enormous men and women having intercourse last night were a fantasy, or a suffocating and bizarre dream.
"Last night's events are more in line with Luo Bin's magical realism style," Mu Yiran artistically summarized this absurd incident.
"Right?" Ke Xun felt like he couldn't even speak.
The two opened the door and went out. The corridor was already bathed in the first light of dawn, and some people were gradually coming out of their rooms, including Sha Liu and Qiu Lu, who lived next door—their expressions were like stones, clearly numb from last night's ordeal.
Looking down, there were several people gathered in the courtyard, along with a naked male corpse.