"Check the water meter?"

The woman came to the door and looked out through the cat's eye.

The pale and handsome property manager stood in the corridor. From the woman's perspective, he was standing under the door, holding a book in his hand, and he really looked like he was going to copy down numbers.

However, he was holding a bag in his left hand, and he didn't know what was in it.

The woman turned the door handle, and before opening the door, she made sure to close the anti-theft buckle. With the anti-theft buckle in place, the apartment door could only be opened a small crack, and even if Lin Huai had any evil intentions, it would be difficult to get through the crack.

Come in.

The figure of the property manager appeared in the gap. The moment the door was opened, he stood on tiptoe as if looking into the door.

His weird prying eyes made Cen Sui very uncomfortable. However, for the sake of his face, Cen Sui tried to maintain a little patience and asked him: "Is there any problem?"

"It's nothing." The property manager smiled at her, "I thought it would be inappropriate to visit a single woman at night..."

After Cen Sui heard these words, a soft smile appeared on his face: "It's okay, it's necessary for work."

The property manager continued: "I feel relieved when I see how lively your house is."

Cen Sui:?

The property management's clueless words made her a little confused. However, after confirming that the other party was indeed here to read the water meter numbers, she still let go of the anti-theft buckle.

The door was opened, but the property manager did not rush in. Before entering the house, he took out a pair of shoe covers from his pocket, held the door with one hand and put them on his feet.

"It's okay, just come in." Cen Sui said.

"I'm afraid of getting dirty," Wu said. "I'm more of a hygienic person."

Cen Sui turned around and looked at the bright and clean apartment room under the crystal chandelier, feeling a little emotional: "There are not many boys who love to be clean like you nowadays."

While she was sighing, Lin Huai, who was holding on to the door frame, also narrowed his eyes.

Different from the clean and warm room in Cen Sui's eyes, the 301 that appeared in Lin Huai's eyes was a completely different scene.

The wooden floor is covered with dark shoe prints, the white walls are covered with children's handprints, and even the dining table has traces of dried mud and water.

Cen Sui stood among them, but seemed completely unaware of it. It was as if the 301 in her eyes and the 301 in Lin Huai's eyes came from two different worlds.

For more than half a month, Lin Huai sat in the property management room, watching her walk in and out of Chunyu Apartment, but the little girl in the red cotton jacket always followed her. She followed every step, just like Cen Sui

little shadow.

And now...

Cen Sui turned around and led him to the kitchen. When she turned a 30° angle, she suddenly let out a painful cry of "Ouch".

"Well……"

Cen Sui touched behind her back and finally took out a needle from her collar.

"Who put it in for me! Doesn't this store check it before shipping?"

Cen Sui complained and threw the blood-stained needle into the trash can. Then, she turned to Lin Huai and said politely: "The house is a little messy, don't mind."

Lin Huai nodded: "No need to be so modest."

Although Lin Huai meant, "You are too modest to describe it with just a little bit," Cen Sui obviously misunderstood what he meant and smiled shyly.

Being misunderstood has always been the fate of every expresser. Even if Lin Huai is so terrifying, he cannot escape this fate.

"The living room is in the kitchen, you..."

Cen Sui was still talking, but her voice did not reach Lin Huai's ears at all. Lin Huai frowned slightly as he looked at the dirty and weird room.

...where is that little girl?

Outside 301, no matter where the woman was, the little girl followed her closely. The apartment room was designed to be spacious. From the entrance, one could see the entire living room and even the bedroom with the door open. However, Lin Huai did not see the little girl at all.

Traces of the girl.

Could it be...

"Children are rude and don't come out to say hello when they see me coming... Tsk, it's just like a socially-phobic college student who huddles in his room during the Spring Festival and doesn't want to visit relatives and just wants to play with his mobile phone..." Lin Huaixu thought,

"Are you so comfortable letting her roommate face me alone?"

But Lin Huai is a kind person after all. He decided to think the best of the little girl. Maybe the other party was afraid of him, so he was so scared that he hid under the bed.

Thinking like this, he came in from the door, turned around, pulled the door handle and was about to close the door. At the moment when he opened the door...

"Hehe...hehe..."

In the gap between the door and the wall, the little girl squatting in the shadow appeared in front of his eyes!

She was hiding there, and she didn't know when she got in. During the conversation between Lin Huai and Cen Sui, she always hid behind the door, quietly listening to their every word in the dark!

"I didn't expect there was a surprise hidden here." Lin Huai murmured.

After noticing Lin Huai's gaze, the little girl opened her mouth and showed him a twisted smile.

Her mouth seemed to be sewn shut by needle and thread. As the mouth opened, the originally sluggish needle thread was straightened and her cheeks were deformed. Under the dim light, it looked particularly weird and terrifying.

"This child is too shy. He wanted to welcome me, but he only dared to hide behind the door. He must have been surprised and ran over to greet me the moment he heard my voice." Lin Huai thought, "Maybe he has a little inferiority complex.

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"Mr. Lin?" Seeing that Lin Huai had not followed, Cen Sui poked his head out of the kitchen.

From her perspective, Lin Huai seemed to be looking at something in the empty corner. She was a little confused and asked: "What happened?"

Lin Huai: "It's nothing. Your child is quite polite. He smiled so happily at me when we first met."

"What child?" Cen Sui asked inexplicably.

She looked really confused, as if she knew nothing about the so-called "child". Lin Huai got this clue, so he smiled slightly and pointed to a pair of shoes that Cen Sui had placed on the shoe cabinet.

Lin Huai: "Shoes, I'm from Sichuan, I have an accent."

Cen Sui:......

Lin Huai: "We all call 'shoes' 'children' over there."

Cen Sui:......

Lin Huai added a new persona to himself. He glanced at the little girl huddled in the corner, gave her a "shh" gesture, and followed Cen Sui into the kitchen.

If he wants to solve the 301 incident, he must first find out the cause of Cen Sui's death. Lin Huai casually inquired about Cen Sui's situation while copying the numbers on the water meter into the manual.

The two chatted for a while. After reading the water meter, Lin Huai came out of the kitchen. With a casual glance, he saw the workbench and display cabinet in the living room.

Seeing how intently he looked at it, Cen Sui thought he was attracted by the doll, so he said, "You like it very much?"

Lin Huai nodded: "Can I take a look?"

The enthusiasm in his eyes moved Cen Sui.

No artist would refuse someone who wants to appreciate his work. Cen Sui brought him to the display cabinet, turned on the lights, and asked him to look at them one by one: "These are my works in recent years."

On the display cabinet, there are rows of dolls with different postures. They are wearing colorful skirts, with curly hair and sweet smiles, like little princesses.

Lin Huai stared at them for a long time and suddenly said: "You dolls...can they move?"

"Move?" Cen Sui chuckled, "It's not an electric doll, how can it move?"

"Oh." Lin Huai said with some regret.

He stretched out his finger and poked a doll in the display case, then turned his eyes casually to the little girl standing behind the woman.

She was still standing quietly behind Cen Sui, her dirty little hands grasping the hem of Cen Sui's clothes.

'Strange,' he thought, 'this little thing doesn't look like a ghost, but more like an evil spirit.'

He took one last deep look at the display cabinet and took his hand back.

The property manager left room 301, and Cen Sui was once again alone in the room. She sat on the sofa, covered her eyes with her arms and took a nap, but the clock had already reached 11 o'clock.

She didn't know why, but she was always flustered these days. The panic eased slightly when the property manager came to read the water meter, but after he left, the panic reached its peak again.

"Watch a lighter show and relax." She looked at the half-finished doll on the workbench and smiled reluctantly.

With this thought in mind, she turned on the TV and tuned it to a famous entertainment channel. On the TV, several hosts were playing games happily. As she watched, her eyelids gradually sank.

"Huh...huh..."

Slight snoring sounded in the living room. Just when the woman was about to fall asleep, a fierce snowflake sound suddenly came from the TV!

The woman suddenly woke up.

"What's that sound? Wait...was I looking at this before?"

When she closed her eyes, the TV was full of handsome boys and girls making jokes. However, when she opened her eyes again, what appeared on the TV was a cartoon she had never seen before.

The animation is rough, like the production level of the 1980s, full of inferior coloring styles and large blocks of color. A little girl made of color blocks is sitting on the sofa, holding a doll in her right hand. She

His left hand was raised, as if he was holding something.

Like needlework.

"What the hell."

Cen Sui frowned and subconsciously wanted to change the channel. She guessed that she had fallen asleep, so her hand shook and she accidentally touched the remote control.
To be continued...