Spitting out a bone, the building manager put his mask back on and walked away, swaying and staggering.
Relieved, Wan Qiu released her hand from covering her nose and mouth, only to be assaulted by a thick, foul stench.
"This room stinks, it's as if someone has been dead for many days."
Looking down at the trash can and shoe cabinet, she saw they were very clean and contained nothing dirty, just some scraps of paper.
Wan Qiu unfolded the pieces of paper; they seemed to be torn from a diary.
"Today is my thirtieth day since moving into apartment 505. My neighbor across the hall is a beautiful and gentle single mom. She often goes out to buy groceries late at night, and I always encounter her in the hallway when I come home from my night shift."
"She is truly beautiful, with silky black hair, but it's strange that she always wears the same clothes and has a faint weird scent on her."
"At first, I didn't pay much attention, but as dusk approached, the landlord told me something."
