Chapter 481: Stains
Izzy followed the flow of people and squeezed into the apartment where she lived.
There were too many people using the elevator. Izzy looked at the dense crowd of people in front of him and decided to take the stairs with the other group of people.
After being separated on each floor, when Izzy climbed to the 17th floor where she lived, there was no one else around.
Entering the 17th floor, Izzy happened to see the elevator door open and two people squeeze out.
She recognized them immediately as the couple living next door.
"Good evening." Izzy greeted the other party with a smile.
The person opposite just nodded lightly, his face full of exhaustion.
Izzy had known the couple from before. They had lived in the town next door to them and they were very welcoming people. However, soon after entering the city, he was restrained by a steel cage, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
Izzy returned to her rented room and just closed the door. The smile on her face could no longer hold on.
"Huh, I'm so tired." Izzy's hand skillfully pressed somewhere on the wall, and the room immediately lit up.
The mysterious witchcraft facility that once made Izzy fuss a year ago is no longer moving.
Izzy shrugged, lowered his head, kicked off his shoes, and walked toward his bedroom.
This small suite was shared by her and another girl. The two met through an agency, and their bedrooms have their own locks.
But after a year together, Izzy now rarely locks the door.
The light in the center of the room shone on Izzy, casting her shadow on the wall.
The shadow was very strange, a lot thinner than Izzy.
It seemed like a fleshless, clothed skeleton.
She didn't pay attention to the dark shadow on the wall, but immediately threw herself on her bed and buried her head in the pillow until she felt suffocated and then turned over.
"I still miss the days on the farm!" She sighed softly. "Life in the city is tiring and boring, and there is no possibility of promotion. How do the people in the book become so smart and come up with so many things? Where are the ideas?"
Although life in Guste is very convenient, work almost fills the girl's whole day, leaving her less and less time to do other things.
Moreover, her job content is very monotonous and boring, which is to make one part of a certain witchcraft prop.
She had no idea what magical props and facilities she made would eventually turn into.
The core information is completely confidential to ordinary employees like them.
"Actually, I have made a lot of money." Izzy pulled out the deposit receipt from under the pillow, "1, 2, 3..." "
I never dared to think of such a lot of money before, otherwise I would take these Take the money home."
Izzy calculated the total of the receipts and the amount he would lose by withdrawing them early.
Ten minutes later, she lay back on the bed, holding the documents against her chest with both hands, "How about I stop working for another three years?" At
this time, she heard the sound of the door opening next door.
Just now, in order to calculate how much money he earned, Izzy had secretly locked the door to avoid being seen by his roommates who came back.
So when she heard the sound of the door opening, she turned her head to confirm.
It was indeed the door to the bedroom next door that was opened.
It's really strange. In the past, her roommates always came back later than she did.
When Izz came back today, she saw that the lights in the living room were not turned on and the door to the bedroom next door was closed. She thought that her roommate had not come back today either.
She stuffed the receipt under her pillow and prepared to put on her shoes and go over to say hello to her roommate.
Just as he lowered his head to put on his shoes, he suddenly heard the handle of his door move twice.
Izzy paused and looked up at the door.
Then she clearly saw the copper handle of the door slowly turning half a circle.
"Click, click..."
The handle was stuck halfway and could no longer be turned, because Izzy had secretly locked it when he was counting the money.
The copper handle turned back, then slowly turned again.
Izzy was supposed to shout, "Coming, coming." and then went to open the door.
But today, for some reason, she looked at the slowly turning handle, feeling a sense of fear in her heart. She opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.
She suddenly felt that the person opening the door might not be her roommate.
But if it’s not a roommate, then who is the person coming out from next door?
Could it be a thief?
The doorknob turned again, but was still stuck halfway.
Then the person behind the door gave up.
Izzy heard the footsteps gradually moving away, heading towards the door.
If you listen carefully, the footsteps are also very strange, as if you have stepped on a shoe of sand.
Izzy was a little nervous, wondering if it was really a thief.
But in the tall buildings built by the wizards, each floor requires a pass to enter. The door outside the room also requires a pass to open, only the door in the bedroom has the original lock cylinder.
Izzy had already put on her shoes and tiptoed to the bedroom door.
At this time, the footsteps in the living room had also moved away. Izzy carefully unlocked the lock, opened the door a crack, and looked out.
Her door was facing the main door, and she happened to see someone opening the door and going out.
That person was Izzy's roommate.
The other party was walking out with his head lowered, and the expression on his face seemed a little blurry at the junction of light and darkness.
"Ah, it's really her." Izzy breathed a sigh of relief, and her shoulders slumped, "Really, she kept silent, which scared me." Just as
Izzy was about to say hello to her roommate, she saw her. Not noticing himself, he closed the door and left.
The door closed with a loud bang, which made Izzy jump.
She then pushed the bedroom door completely open and looked at the door doubtfully.
"What's wrong with her? Did her resignation not go smoothly?"
The roommate came a few years earlier than Izzy. Recently, she has been complaining that work is too tiring and life is too restrictive. She has already planned to leave and return to the small village where she originally lived.
It is said that even the resignation report has been written.
So my roommate has been very excited during this time.
But her appearance today is really strange.
Izzy was a little worried and thought about whether to catch up and ask her roommate. She just came over to twist the handle of her bedroom, maybe she just wanted to talk to her.
But as soon as she walked out, she found that the ground was full of black footprints.
"Oh my god, what did her shoes step on? Are they so dirty?"
Looking back, Izzy found that there was a dark fingerprint on the handle of her bedroom door.
"Well, her hands are..." Halfway through, Izzy suddenly became very frightened.
She quickly retreated to her bedroom and locked the door. She didn't even dare to stop in front of the door. Instead, she took off her shoes, climbed into bed, and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.
For a time, several strange stories circulating in the city appeared in Izzy's mind one by one, causing the muscles in the girl's body to begin to tremble uncontrollably.
In the corridor, the girl who had just left the room lowered her head and walked slowly.
But the distance of three to four meters took more than ten seconds.
Then she stood in front of a closed door. She turned the door handle first, but without a pass, the door could not be opened at all.
The girl stopped in place, as if hesitating, as if thinking.
Then she raised her hand.
"Dong dong dong..."
Knocked on the door several times.
There were voices in the room.
"Who is it?"
The girl looked dull and did not speak. Instead, after hearing the voice's response, she knocked on the door with more force.
"Coming, coming!" This time a clear human voice and the sound of rapid movement sounded from behind the door.
The girl with a dull expression raised her mouth slightly.
However, at this moment, a black tentacle suddenly stretched out from the stairwell and swept the girl away instantly.
Then, the door opened after a knock, and a man walked out.
He looked at the empty corridor in confusion, thinking that he had heard wrongly.
"Who is it?" the wife shouted from inside the house.
"No one. Is Xiaobao knocking on the wall again?"
"Beat him."
The man shook his head and smiled. Just as he was about to go back, he saw a few more black spots on the door.
He stretched out his hand and touched it, and tiny black shavings began to fall from it.
over slept. . . This chapter is from yesterday. . .
(End of chapter)