Apartment Life
After the Neighbor Borrowed My Life
Over the weekend, while I was out grocery shopping, someone shoved a red envelope into my hand.
Inside was a note: [Three years of your life have been borrowed. If you pass this on or drop it in a merit box, your entire family will perish.]
Clutching the 900 yuan, I chuckled and chased after the person.
“Are you sure you want to try life‑borrowing from me?”
She shot me a glare, barked “Psychopath!” and spun around to bolt.
I couldn’t help but smile. To think someone actually had the nerve to try life‑borrowing from one of the Living Dead.
Nightmare in the Lonely Building
While I was taking a bath, my phone suddenly popped up a message.
[There has been a vicious murder in the city, the killer is on the loose. Citizens are advised to lock doors and windows and not go outside.]
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
“Hello, Property Management here to check doors and windows.”
My hand holding the phone trembled.
There’s no Property Management in our neighborhood.
