Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

[This chapter is from the perspective of an elevator repairman]

2009 6 Month 6 Day.

It was early summer, and cicadas were buzzing day and night.

Wang Yunfei stood at the entrance of Liting Apartment, a gentle breeze blowing over him, wiping away the sweat from his body.

"...Everything has changed."

He looked up and glanced at the apartment's sign.

When Wang Yunfei left that year, this place was still called "Jixiangyuan".

"Haha, it's so new and beautiful! I love it here!"

Another voice popped into Wang Yunfei's mind, letting out a strange laugh.

"Jixiangyuan is still the best."

Another deep male voice echoed in Wang Yunfei's mind, sounding very sad.

"it's the same."

Wang Yunfei responded simply, glancing towards the apartment entrance.

His skin was tanned to a wheat color by the sun, and even in the sweltering summer heat, he was still wearing a high-necked shirt.

In order to... cover up the birthmark on his neck that he had never liked.

Chirp chirp—

Amidst the sweltering heat, a little bird, perhaps owned by someone in the apartment, occasionally let out a lazy chirp.

A voice came from inside the door:

"Big brother."

Wang Yunfei squinted and looked over, and a woman pushed open the door and came out.

This is Wang Weiwei, his half-sister whom he hasn't seen for over a decade.

It is said that she also could not escape the curse of her family and married her younger brother, Chen Zhiyuan.

Wang Weiwei had a messy ponytail, looked very tired, and pursed her lips tightly.

She led Wang Yunfei upstairs to the door of room 201.

"Second brother... Zhiyuan, Dad, and Aunt are all inside."

Auntie is Wang Lijun.

"it is good."

Wang Yunfei nodded and reached out to push the door open, but heard Wang Weiwei say in a low voice:

"Your father and aunt... they have missed you a lot all these years."

Wang Yunfei smiled but didn't say anything.

A dull ache flashed through his head, and two other male voices in his brain kept muttering something.

There were three people sitting in the room, the middle-aged man in the middle with a gloomy expression.

The young boy on the left has long hair, and his once unruly face has been worn down by time, making him look numb and tired.

He and Wang Yunfei don't look alike at all.

On the far right, the woman in the long black dress suddenly stood up.

Tears welled up in her wide eyes in an instant, and her lips trembled uncontrollably.

"Mom, stop crying."

"I'm back now."

Wang Yunfei smiled and took a few steps forward, giving Wang Lijun a brief hug.

"More than ten years... I haven't seen you for so long..." Wang Lijun said, her voice breaking.

"I'm doing fine out there, don't worry."

Wang Yunfei said reassuringly.

"What is she pretending for?"

In his mind, the previously sorrowful male voice suddenly spoke.

"No, no." The strange laugh seemed to shake its head. "This is a good thing."

"If this woman hadn't kept Yunfei in the basement all this time, there wouldn't be the two of us here."

Wang Yunfei ignored the words in his mind and sat down.

"Where's my mother-in-law?"

He looked around but did not see the old figure.

"The old lady... has passed away."

Wang Lijun remained silent for a moment before speaking.

She knew that Wang Yunfei's feelings for the old lady were deeper than his feelings for them.

From the time Wang Yunfei was born until he left this place, for fourteen years, only the old lady would visit him in the basement and bring him food every day.

Wang Lijun and Wang Su might only visit Wang Yunfei once a year.

She sighed silently.

"Oh fine."

Wang Yunfei said with some regret.

He didn't have many emotional fluctuations. From a young age, Wang Yunfei knew that he was the child who had to be born but was not expected to be born.

Although her family didn't care about her, she was fortunate to have two good friends who were always there to talk to her.

After running away from home at the age of fourteen, Wang Yunfei went to work in another province.

It was then that he realized...

Perhaps it's because of loneliness, or perhaps it's a consequence of consanguineous marriage.

I have a split personality.

"Ahem." Wang Su cleared his throat, his voice cold and serious.

"Let's catch up later, let's eat first."

.......

Ten p.m.

The study in room 502, on the sofa.

Wang Yunfei toyed with the dagger in his hand, his face expressionless.

"Do you really want to do this?"

A sorrowful voice rang out, "They are, after all, our family."

"Fool!"

The voice, filled with a mocking laugh, cursed, "Didn't you see what happened to Wang Weiwei and the others?"

"Do you want to be trapped here for the rest of your life?"

"Besides, that's exactly what the dream revealed, guiding us!"

"Kill them all, ha ha, then we'll be free!"

Wang Yunfei stood up and opened the luggage bag on the cabinet.

There were his pre-prepared repair tools and repairman's uniform stored there.

"I've made up my mind, this is the only way."

Wang Yunfei said softly.

"This is the only way to break the curse."

The dream that appeared every night flashed through his mind.

In his dream, four blurry figures with indistinct faces stood at the entrance of an old house, waving at him.

There were other people talking, but he couldn't hear them very well.

Wang Yunfei knew perfectly well...

Those four figures in his dreams that made him increasingly irritable, tormented, and even frightened every day.

They shared the same bloodline as him: Wang Weiwei, Chen Zhiyuan, Wang Su, and Wang Lijun.

They are calling him home.

If this dream is allowed to continue....

Wang Yunfei had a very strong premonition that he would lose his own will and willingly be trapped in the Liting Apartments!

Just like Vera Wang and Chen Zhiyuan.

"They're all dead, so they won't bother me anymore."

Wang Yunfei said calmly, and took out two more long knives from his bag.

11:13.

He opened the door and walked out.

Chen Zhiyuan sat blankly in the living room, holding a photo of a short-haired girl in his hand.

He raised his head and looked blankly at Wang Yunfei, who was holding a sharp knife.

"elder brother......"

"what are you up to?"

.......

I don't know what time it was in the early morning, but it was still dark.

Wang Yunfei silently dragged the last body down to the elevator.

That was his mother, Wang Lijun.

A pale white paper flower had appeared on her head at some point.

He killed her while she was asleep; the woman seemed oblivious, a calm smile on her face.

"Wang Lijun, Wang Su..."

Wang Yunfei was taking a headcount.

"Oh, and their later spouses too."

To avoid further complications, he also killed Ding Xiaoqin and Chen Jianguo.

These two are old, so it didn't take much effort; it was no different from killing a chicken.

Chirp chirp!

"It's so annoying."

Wang Yunfei frowned. The little bird kept in room 305 kept chirping mournfully.

He went back into the house, opened the cage door, held the bird in his hands, and stroked its soft feathers.

"You're free now. When I open the apartment door later, I'll set you free."

The little bird perched on his finger, its bean-sized eyes staring straight at Wang Yunfei.

The next second, its body tilted to the side and it stopped breathing.

"......"

"Forget it, you're not destined for that."

Wang Yunfei sighed and buried the little bird and the rest of the corpse under the elevator.

He repaired the steel plate that had been pried open in the elevator, cleaned up the bloodstains, and changed into a repairman's uniform.

He waited inside for about an hour before opening the elevator door and walking out.

After setting up the warning signs, Wang Yunfei turned his head and glanced at the digital clock on the wall.

"Ok?"

"Why is it still so dark at eight o'clock?"

Wang Yunfei was a little confused, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

The voice in his head kept urging him: "Go, go!"

"We are free!"

"Ah."

Wang Yunfei smiled and nodded, then opened the apartment door and slipped out.

The next second...

He returned to his study in room 502 and sat on the sofa.

The pointer points to 11:13.

"?"

Wang Yunfei stood there stunned for two minutes before picking up the dagger and cautiously opening the door.

Chen Zhiyuan was still sitting in the living room, holding a photograph in his hand.

He raised his head and looked blankly at Wang Yunfei, who was holding a sharp knife.

"elder brother......"

"what are you up to?"

.......

Chirp chirp!

Downstairs, the caged bird's mournful cry echoed once more.