Chapter 51: She's Already Considered a Relatively Normal Neighbour
The reason why Han Fei dared to enter Room 1052 directly was a result of careful consideration.
He had already stayed in the building for three hours, completed the hidden mission, and could log out of the game at any time.
Coupled with Meng Shi's previous words that the tenant in Room 1052 hadn't harmed anyone and had even saved Cen Cen, who had accidentally run upstairs, Han Fei believed that the person was a good neighbour.
Despite the terrifying and abnormal appearance, the strange pet she kept, and the fact that she had decapitated the faceless ghost, Han Fei still thought that the person was a suitable candidate for a good neighbour.
The reason was simple. This woman had just killed the ghost that intended to harm him, saving his life.
As Han Fei watched the woman's blood-red figure, the sharp knife, the severed head, and her blood-red lips, those were the impressions the woman left on him.
As he opened the door with writings of death, a strange fragrance wafted out from the room.
Room 1052 was connected to Room 1051, but the smell inside was completely different.
The dim lighting illuminated the woman's pale face. Her bright red coat was somewhat dazzling. After Han Fei entered the room, she casually closed the door.
As he listened to the sound of the door closing, Han Fei's heart started to race.
He scanned his surroundings and found that the room was even more eerie than he had imagined.
A huge dining table was placed in the centre of the living room, with exquisite dishes arranged on it. Each plate contained fragrant "delicacies."
If it were just that, Han Fei wouldn't have felt afraid. The problem was that none of the "delicacies" emitting fragrance were something a normal person would eat.
"Dolls? Photographs? Hair?"
The "delicacies" in the plates were bizarre and made Han Fei extremely uncomfortable just looking at them. He instinctively wanted to retreat, but his body touched something icy cold.
When he turned around, a pale arm rested on his shoulder, and the fingers without any warmth gently caressed his neck.
"What do you like to eat?" The woman's voice resonated in Han Fei's ear, carrying a scent that seemed to be a mixture of fear and fragrance.
"I don't know what I like to eat. My family is poor, so I'm grateful for anything to eat." Han Fei didn't dare to answer casually. He was afraid that the woman might do something crazy, like using his answer to directly satisfy his appetite for meat.
"A child who isn't picky is the easiest to take care of." The woman removed her cold fingers from Han Fei's neck. Her words seemed to have a deeper meaning, but after speaking, she carried the head of the faceless ghost and entered the kitchen.
"Easy to take care of?" After the woman entered the kitchen, Han Fei looked at the sharp knives on the dining table.
The blood-stained knives seemed to be numerous, each with different lengths, styles, and seemingly different uses.
"She used one of these knives to stab the faceless ghost's head..." Han Fei didn't have any means to protect himself. He couldn't help but approach the dining table and touch the utensils.
A warm sensation passed into his fingertips, and immediately, a piercing scream sounded in his ears. Startled, he quickly retracted his hand.
At the same time, a voice from the system resonated in his mind.
"Player with ID 0000, please be aware! You have discovered a G-grade blood-stained item—the cursed dining knife."
"Cursed dining knife: A cursed utensil that is very sharp. Prolonged use will make the user uncontrollably want to cut the people and objects around them."
Han Fei had never seen a cursed item like this before. They seemed capable of harming ghosts, but the price to pay was that the user would also be cursed.
Recalling the appearance of the tenant in Room 1052, Han Fei thought it was better not to touch the person's belongings.
While Han Fei was lost in thought, a strong fragrance emanated from the kitchen. He couldn't help but salivate and turned his gaze towards the kitchen.
The kitchen door was partially open, and Han Fei vaguely saw the woman's crimson figure.
As he smelled the aroma in the air, he walked towards the kitchen.
His fingers landed on the doorknob, and just as he was about to push open the kitchen door, it swung open on its own.
The woman appeared at the kitchen door, holding a black stew pot. She looked at Han Fei with a smile, and there were fresh bloodstains on her fingers.
The enticing aroma emanated from the pot, but the head of the faceless man was nowhere to be seen.
"I have a special craving for food. I've been searching for the ultimate taste." The woman walked forward, carrying the black pot. Her footsteps were quick, forcing Han Fei to continuously step back. "You must be hungry too, right?"
She scooped two spoonful’s of the meat soup from the black pot. Then, she poured the remaining contents into the trash bin.
Han Fei didn't see the head of the faceless ghost in the pot, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.
"Is something wrong?" The woman heard Han Fei's inhale and turned her head, looking at him with a smile. She wiped her lips with a napkin on the table.
Her movements were very elegant, but instead of wiping away the lipstick, it became even more vibrant, as if it weren't lipstick at all, but blood.
"You haven't been eating. Is it because my cooking isn't delicious? Or are you worried that these dishes are made from human flesh?" The woman smiled happily. She extended her right hand and lightly touched her cheek.
"Don't worry, I have never harmed anyone, and I'm not interested in human flesh." The woman looked at Han Fei's face, and her crimson eyes gradually became unfocused. She couldn't help but bite her own little finger on her right hand. "What I pursue is the ultimate taste, but human flesh isn't delicious."
He had already stayed in the building for three hours, completed the hidden mission, and could log out of the game at any time.
Coupled with Meng Shi's previous words that the tenant in Room 1052 hadn't harmed anyone and had even saved Cen Cen, who had accidentally run upstairs, Han Fei believed that the person was a good neighbour.
Despite the terrifying and abnormal appearance, the strange pet she kept, and the fact that she had decapitated the faceless ghost, Han Fei still thought that the person was a suitable candidate for a good neighbour.
The reason was simple. This woman had just killed the ghost that intended to harm him, saving his life.
As Han Fei watched the woman's blood-red figure, the sharp knife, the severed head, and her blood-red lips, those were the impressions the woman left on him.
As he opened the door with writings of death, a strange fragrance wafted out from the room.
Room 1052 was connected to Room 1051, but the smell inside was completely different.
The dim lighting illuminated the woman's pale face. Her bright red coat was somewhat dazzling. After Han Fei entered the room, she casually closed the door.
As he listened to the sound of the door closing, Han Fei's heart started to race.
He scanned his surroundings and found that the room was even more eerie than he had imagined.
A huge dining table was placed in the centre of the living room, with exquisite dishes arranged on it. Each plate contained fragrant "delicacies."
If it were just that, Han Fei wouldn't have felt afraid. The problem was that none of the "delicacies" emitting fragrance were something a normal person would eat.
"Dolls? Photographs? Hair?"
The "delicacies" in the plates were bizarre and made Han Fei extremely uncomfortable just looking at them. He instinctively wanted to retreat, but his body touched something icy cold.
When he turned around, a pale arm rested on his shoulder, and the fingers without any warmth gently caressed his neck.
"What do you like to eat?" The woman's voice resonated in Han Fei's ear, carrying a scent that seemed to be a mixture of fear and fragrance.
"I don't know what I like to eat. My family is poor, so I'm grateful for anything to eat." Han Fei didn't dare to answer casually. He was afraid that the woman might do something crazy, like using his answer to directly satisfy his appetite for meat.
"A child who isn't picky is the easiest to take care of." The woman removed her cold fingers from Han Fei's neck. Her words seemed to have a deeper meaning, but after speaking, she carried the head of the faceless ghost and entered the kitchen.
"Easy to take care of?" After the woman entered the kitchen, Han Fei looked at the sharp knives on the dining table.
The blood-stained knives seemed to be numerous, each with different lengths, styles, and seemingly different uses.
"She used one of these knives to stab the faceless ghost's head..." Han Fei didn't have any means to protect himself. He couldn't help but approach the dining table and touch the utensils.
A warm sensation passed into his fingertips, and immediately, a piercing scream sounded in his ears. Startled, he quickly retracted his hand.
At the same time, a voice from the system resonated in his mind.
"Player with ID 0000, please be aware! You have discovered a G-grade blood-stained item—the cursed dining knife."
"Cursed dining knife: A cursed utensil that is very sharp. Prolonged use will make the user uncontrollably want to cut the people and objects around them."
Han Fei had never seen a cursed item like this before. They seemed capable of harming ghosts, but the price to pay was that the user would also be cursed.
Recalling the appearance of the tenant in Room 1052, Han Fei thought it was better not to touch the person's belongings.
While Han Fei was lost in thought, a strong fragrance emanated from the kitchen. He couldn't help but salivate and turned his gaze towards the kitchen.
The kitchen door was partially open, and Han Fei vaguely saw the woman's crimson figure.
As he smelled the aroma in the air, he walked towards the kitchen.
His fingers landed on the doorknob, and just as he was about to push open the kitchen door, it swung open on its own.
The woman appeared at the kitchen door, holding a black stew pot. She looked at Han Fei with a smile, and there were fresh bloodstains on her fingers.
The enticing aroma emanated from the pot, but the head of the faceless man was nowhere to be seen.
"I have a special craving for food. I've been searching for the ultimate taste." The woman walked forward, carrying the black pot. Her footsteps were quick, forcing Han Fei to continuously step back. "You must be hungry too, right?"
She scooped two spoonful’s of the meat soup from the black pot. Then, she poured the remaining contents into the trash bin.
Han Fei didn't see the head of the faceless ghost in the pot, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.
"Is something wrong?" The woman heard Han Fei's inhale and turned her head, looking at him with a smile. She wiped her lips with a napkin on the table.
Her movements were very elegant, but instead of wiping away the lipstick, it became even more vibrant, as if it weren't lipstick at all, but blood.
"You haven't been eating. Is it because my cooking isn't delicious? Or are you worried that these dishes are made from human flesh?" The woman smiled happily. She extended her right hand and lightly touched her cheek.
"Don't worry, I have never harmed anyone, and I'm not interested in human flesh." The woman looked at Han Fei's face, and her crimson eyes gradually became unfocused. She couldn't help but bite her own little finger on her right hand. "What I pursue is the ultimate taste, but human flesh isn't delicious."
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