Chapter 268: The Resident of Apartment 502 on the Second Flo

sympathize with your misfortune.Many people peered curiously toward the gate, including Qiao Baoer. She watched as Liu Yiyin, looking pale and anxious, shouted at a group of reporters over there, feel...Qiao Bao'er lived on the fourth floor, not a high floor, but at this moment she stood on her small balcony, watching the sunrise gradually rising in the east. She didn't feel the invigorating energy of dawn, instead, she felt very tired all over, as if she had been exhausted all night and couldn't muster any energy.

My head feels heavy, I don't know if it's because I slept too much. Yesterday, Jiang Meili and her friends urged her to sign the divorce agreement, she kept a straight face, but I could tell she was really bothered by it.

Holding a bottle of antidepressants, she was about to unscrew the cap when she stopped.

"Who posted this"

A white slip of paper was stuck on the medicine bottle, with a line of small print printed on it: "Take medicine after meals."

She remembered the last time she took this medicine was in Zhu Xiaowei's apartment, there wasn't this line back then.

Qiao Baoer didn't think too much about it. This small font had a psychological hint effect. She put the medicine bottle on the table, went into the bedroom to get a long coat and put it on, tidied up her makeup, and went downstairs for breakfast.

Right as she locked the door, she noticed a white drone toy, about the size of a small stool, sitting on her doorstep to the left. It had already been opened and its remote control was attached, just lying there.

Many of the residents in this community are families, so it must be a child's toy that was left here.

"That drone toy seems pretty expensive," she just glanced at it, didn't really pay attention, and went straight down to the first floor in the elevator.

Out of the complex, across the street there is a Cantonese restaurant. The food tastes pretty good and the price is reasonable. Residents in the complex are used to coming over early in the morning for tea and breakfast.

Qiao Bao'er also likes these delicate Cantonese dim sum served in baskets. Her time living at the Jun family had made her develop a habit of waking up early. Now it was 6 am, and most of the people in the dining room were elderly. They chatted leisurely while eating their breakfast.

She sat alone at a table in the corner, having ordered several baskets of shrimp dumplings and barbecue buns, along with a pot of hot chrysanthemum tea. She ate slowly, her mind wandering. If she could forget her worries and live a leisurely life like this, she thought, it would be truly enjoyable.

"I heard that apartment 402 in Building Dong has been renovated and rented out."

On the table to her right, there were five or six elderly residents from the neighborhood chatting. Qiao Baoer wouldn't normally pay attention to other people, but they seemed to be talking about her because she lived in Unit 402 of this building.

"The other day I saw her in the elevator, she was a woman, very beautiful, but she didn't look well at all. She was very thin, like she had been through something serious." One of them lowered his voice, speaking in hushed tones.

"Lao Chen, don't put on airs. You said she had a serious illness before, not after she moved in..."

"You can't say that it won't have any influence."

“That’s right, look how strange it is. The 402 was rented out the afternoon before. And the 502 upstairs has been vacant for most of the year, but they signed the contract the next day. It’s better to believe there is something going on than not. After all, a life has been lost.”

They were still chatting, Qiao Baier's spine went cold, and her chopsticks clattered shrimp dumplings onto the table.

"About that matter, the property management asked us not to bring it up, lest it affect our house prices here. It wouldn't be good for anyone."

"You think if you don't mention it, people won't know Now the internet is so developed, just search for our neighborhood name and everyone knows what's going on. Besides, a one-bedroom apartment here costs over 4500 yuan per month, but building 402 only costs 2500 yuan per month. Anyone with common sense would know something is wrong."

Qiao Bao'er looked at the char siu bao in her hand, and she began to lose her appetite.

"Originally, the apartment 502 was also discounted to be rented out. Unexpectedly, the man was very generous. Old Lin casually quoted a price, and the other party didn't even haggle before immediately signing the contract."

"Lao Lin is also unlucky. Housing in our neighborhood is so competitive, his apartment 502 hasn't been rented out for most of the year. The landlord of apartment 402 downstairs even says he wants to sue him."

Qiao Baoer listened intently to the old men's words, her scalp tingling.

Six months ago, a couple moved into unit 502 of this apartment building. One day, the couple had a fight that turned physical. The woman wanted to escape, but the man locked the front door. She went to the back balcony and climbed down the water pipe to the balcony of unit 402 on the floor below, trying to seek help.

The woman's chest had been stabbed several times, she was very weak, her clothes were stained with blood, her hands and the floor were splattered with blood, it was horrifying. She cried out silently, desperately beating on the glass door of the balcony in front of apartment 402, but the resident of apartment 402 was frightened by her appearance and did not dare approach her.

Originally, he wanted to call the police, but before they arrived, the 502 man's face contorted in anger and he jumped from the balcony directly. He grabbed that woman's frail shoulders and pushed her hard, sending her tumbling down the building where she died.

Because the woman's death was too gruesome, and her blood splattered all over the balcony of 402, people in the complex occasionally say she has a lingering resentment, died with a grievance unsolved. Over time, no one dared to live in units 502 and 402.

Qiao Baoer's stiff body suddenly stood up. Because her movements were abrupt, she pulled the tablecloth and an overturned pot of chrysanthemum tea on the table. The clanging sound drew the attention of everyone around.

"Oh, she's the new resident from apartment 402," one of the elder gentlemen said in surprise as he looked at her.

Jo Bao'er was in a very complicated mood. She turned her head to look at them, and saw that these elderly people all avoided her gaze. The waiter came over to clean up the spilled teacups, and she took the opportunity to settle the bill, packed a portion of fried rice, and left.

Others may not know, but Qiao Bao'er has a secret: she is afraid of ghosts.

Her grandfather, General Gu, said that under the open sky, one should be upright and honest, fearing nothing. But she was afraid. Since she was a child, she often heard whispers and saw shadows. She told her grandfather several times, but he just vaguely told her she was mistaken and overthinking it.

Even though she's grown up now, she's still afraid of these things. She estimates that if Lu Qinian knew, he would definitely make fun of her.

She returned to the so-called haunted house 402, feeling uneasy all the way.

Just as she was about to open the door with the key, she noticed again the white electric toy at her doorstep. Such an expensive toy and yet no one had come to take it.

She didn't have the mood to care about other people's business now. She went into the house, took her medicine and wanted to take a nap.

She fell asleep quickly. She wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but she seemed to smell a faint burning herbal scent in the air. Her whole body felt weak and heavy, and she was incredibly sleepy. There was also a feeling like someone was restraining her limbs, pressing down on her.

I just wanted to take a little nap, but I ended up sleeping for most of the afternoon.

Until it was almost evening, the sky suddenly boomed with thunder, startling her awake.

Then came a deafening roar of rain, hammering against the glass windows. The temperature dropped sharply, bringing a chill to the air that instantly sobered her up.

Qiao Bao'er got out of bed and first thought to check if the doors and windows at home were locked.

Her one-room apartment was just that small. Stepping out of the bedroom, she could see the small living room and balcony. Suddenly, her steps halted and her eyes widened in terror as she looked at the glass door on the balcony. A black shadow had just flashed past there.

The rain outside was pouring heavily, accompanied by constant thunder. She hated these stormy nights with the crashing of thunder, a mixture of emotions flooding her heart. It wasn't just the rumors about the apartment being haunted; it also brought back memories of that night when she was brutally stabbed.

She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and turned on all the lights in the apartment. The room was brightly illuminated.

She told herself there was nothing to be afraid of, all the fears were just demons in her heart. When a person truly faced them, they weren't that scary.

She gathered her courage and ran to the glass door, pulling it open. A gust of wind and rain hit her, the icy raindrops chilling her to the bone and making her spirits even more composed.

She looked carefully around, up and down, left and right, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Maybe the dark shadow that just passed by was just a mistake.

However, as she calmed down and was about to go inside, her foot stepped on a very small screw. She bent down to pick it up, and her gaze fell on the doorknob of the glass door. The metal handle had obvious looseness.

Rainwater blew into the room with the strong wind, soaking her through. She had a pale complexion, raised her head, and followed the wall pipe upwards towards 502...cause it was their circle's business. If she asked, Jun Zhimu would say she was making a fuss, and then she'd overthink things.It must be admitted that her emotional intelligence is lacking. She could...