The woman didn't stand on ceremony. Seeing that Xu Yi and Fatty had no intention of entering, she slammed the door shut with a "bang."

Fatty, standing outside the door, barely had time to react.

Xu Yi glanced at the door a few times, then lowered her voice and said to Fatty, "Let's go."

Back in room 710, Xu Yi stared at the clock on the wall, silently calculating the time. Fatty looked even more nervous than Xu Yi, his palms starting to sweat.

As time passed, Fatty couldn't help but ask Xu Yi, "Do you think… something's really happened to them?" He swallowed hard after he finished speaking.

That room gave Fatty a very uneasy feeling, as if it hadn't seen sunlight in a long time. There was also an indescribable strange smell.

When recalling that overwhelming smell, Xu Yi's face became even more gloomy. She had once followed a veteran forensic technician to a crime scene.

There, she smelled almost the same smell as just now.

It just wasn't as strong.

It was… the stench of a rotting corpse.

Xu Yi still remembered that the face-down corpse was almost stuck to the mattress, and the clothes on the body were unrecognizable in their original color.

They couldn't be taken off, so they could only be peeled off little by little with scissors and tweezers. White maggots gathered together and wriggled, occasionally crawling in and out of the holes in the rotting corpse.

The shock this scene brought her was unprecedented. After coming out, she squatted in the corner, almost vomiting all the gastric juices out.

But after seeing the worried look in Fatty's eyes, Xu Yi didn't tell him any of this. "It shouldn't be," she comforted him. "Let's wait a little longer."

…

"The room's messy, so just sit anywhere," the woman said.

"Thank you." Chu Jiu acted very well-behaved. She had always been like this, the "model child" everyone talked about since she was little.

The room was even darker than Jiang Cheng had expected. Where the window should have been, a thick curtain blocked it, and a small orange lamp was lit in the corner.

It looked like the kind of night light left on for getting up at night.

In the dim light, Jiang Cheng's gaze swept across the whole room. The layout here was similar to his own room.

It's just that there were more pieces of furniture, which made it seem cramped.

There was a sofa in the living room. The once shiny leather of the sofa had become dull. Touching it, the armrests were wrinkled.

To the left was the kitchen, the bathroom was in the corner, and the bedroom was on the right.

The bedroom door was closed. Everything seemed calm.

After a sound of water, the woman came out of the kitchen, holding two cups in her hands, and placed them on the coffee table in front of them.

"Have some water," the woman said hoarsely.

"Thank you." Jiang Cheng naturally took the glass and handed it to Chu Jiu next to him, then looked at the woman and asked, "You said that room 710 can't be lived in, what do you mean?"

The woman picked up her cup and took several large gulps of water, then put down the cup and said, "The landlord probably didn't tell you, but a crazy woman used to live in there."

"Crazy woman?" Chu Jiu stared at the woman intently.

The woman nodded. She seemed to be in very bad health. She started panting after speaking for a while, and the room wasn't considered cold, but the woman was wearing a high-necked sweater that looked very thick.

The collar could almost cover her chin.

"Yes, a crazy woman." The woman seemed to recall something, and her face changed little by little. "You don't know, back then, she would start making a ruckus every night. At first, she just cried, but then she started crying and cursing, and the curses were so nasty."

The woman sighed. "In the end, she started throwing things. Not only in the room, but she also threw things into the hallway."

"You can't imagine, such a big dressing mirror, taller than a person, with a large wooden frame around it, she picked it up all by herself, and then smashed it heavily in the hallway. The fragments splashed everywhere."

Jiang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly. He finally heard something that interested him.

A mirror…

And Chu Jiu also seemed to be drawn into the scene by the woman, and was waiting earnestly for the story to continue.

"That's not all, she even pried off the bathroom mirror." The woman's face changed slightly, and she emphasized to Jiang Cheng, "She really pried it off with her hands. At that time, I opened the door and glanced through the crack. Both of her hands were grabbing the edge of the mirror, and her hands were covered in blood, cut by the mirror."

"This crazy woman only smashed mirrors, is that right?" Jiang Cheng asked calmly.

The woman recalled for a few seconds. "I'm not sure about that, but that's what I saw. The lights in the corridor were already dim, and there were mirror fragments all over the floor. It was too dangerous. What if someone got hurt?"

"What happened after that?"

"After that, it was suddenly quiet for a while, maybe a few days." The woman leaned back on the sofa, recalling, "Then the police came, not just one group, but several groups, in the morning and afternoon. Later, I heard other neighbors say that the woman died."

"How did she die?"

"I don't know about that."

"Did she die in the room?" Jiang Cheng asked again.

"No, no." The woman waved her hand quickly, licked her lips, and explained, "If that were the case, I wouldn't dare to live here. I heard she died outside."

"How long has that woman been living here?"

"It's been a while, how should I put it… maybe half a year." The woman continued, "But she wasn't like this when she moved in, otherwise we wouldn't have tolerated her making such a fuss. She only became like this later, making a fuss for about a week, and then… then she was gone."

"She was originally a pretty good girl, looked energetic, and knew how to dress up. It is said that she was a model," the woman said, "She had long legs that were white and straight, which made a lot of people envious."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng took a deep breath. It seemed that the ghost in room 710 had been found, it was this long-legged model who suddenly went crazy for some reason.

"What was her name?" Jiang Cheng asked.

The woman answered without thinking, "Yu Youwei."

In the next second, Jiang Cheng immediately remembered the ring that Hua Luo found, which had a Shen Aiwei pattern engraved on it.

Shen should refer to Li Maoshen, and this Wei… could very well be this model named Yu Youwei.

Now, everything was connected.

There must be some subtle connection between these deceased that they were not yet aware of.

"Before this Miss Yu went crazy, were there any omens?" Chu Jiu asked curiously, shrinking her body.

"Omens…" The woman frowned. It seemed that such thinking was very energy-consuming for her. She reached out and pulled up the sweater on her neck.

Glancing at it unintentionally, Jiang Cheng's expression changed instantly.

The woman didn't seem to notice anything and continued, "I didn't really pay attention to omens, but I heard from the neighbors who moved away before that the police frequently mentioned a place called Hua Ren Hospital when they were questioning them. I don't know what that means."