Chapter 43: Crimson Apartment 3

Zhou Zhou was genuinely terrified.

The sound of knocking... Whether it was someone knocking on her door, or her knocking on someone else's, nothing good ever came of it in this副本 (dungeon).

Yet, according to her character setting, retreating halfway was utterly impossible. The original host was delicate and vain, willing to do absolutely anything for a million views from her anti-fans.

Not to mention, it was merely a Truth or Dare, just knocking on a door.

She had even randomly grabbed strangers' hands on the street before.

Zhou Zhou took a breath. The doorknob emitted a sharp "creak" that sounded exceptionally grating in the deathly pale corridor.

It was probably around seven in the evening. The hallway lights flickered on and off intermittently, like some kind of ominous premonition.

Zhou Zhou had never witnessed such a bizarre apartment building. The lights flickered erratically as if broken, the passageway was dead silent yet permeated with a faint stench of blood, and the walls on both sides were so narrow and oppressive it felt as though they would squeeze a person flat the next second.

Panic gripped her heart for no apparent reason. She clutched her phone tightly, her pace slowing down progressively, her snow-white face tinged with a heart-wrenching fear.

She looked just like a delicate, vibrant rose ravaged by a violent storm.

[So terrifying... This Dare is starting to feel like a horror movie...]

[The hallway is so dark, eh...? I feel so bad for the streamer, but then I remember my wife is going to do cat-ear seduction on the neighbor (getting excited)]

[Wah wah wah exactly, excitement squad +1]

[Too bad the tail was pulled out, otherwise hehehehehehehe]

[I want to use ** on one side while using the tail* on the other (little face turning yellow)]

The excited fans in the livestreaming room sent several more rounds of virtual gifts.

One comment stood out completely out of place among the rest.

[It feels a bit strange... The streamer seems to live in the downtown area, but I've never seen this apartment building before...]

However, the comments poured in like clouds, and no one paid any attention to his words.

[ Upstairs, cut the crap!! If you keep spreading alarmist nonsense, I'm reporting you]

The anti-fan from the livestream left a comment.

User "Top Player": "Did you tie ropes to your legs? Why are you so slow?"

Zhou Zhou glanced at it, her complexion turning pale as she bolted straight toward room 103. She lived in 115; the distance wasn't particularly far, but it wasn't close either. Her breathing turned slightly heavier, escaping as faint pants.

With such a vain character setting, it was impossible for her to ignore the anti-fans' commands.

Even if she didn't know whether the anti-fan was just messing around by making her do this, the original host, having already pocketed that million, was bound to knock.

The young girl's breathing echoed through the livestream, sounding as if she were panting right by one's ear. Because her voice was overly soft, tender, and pitiful, it carried a seductive allure that tempted one to fall into depravity.

In a certain apartment unit.

A young man with mint-green dyed hair possessed strikingly handsome and youthful features. He stared fixedly at his phone screen, malice festering in his heart as he thought: Is this what she looks like?

Using such a pitiful, innocent expression to seduce men.

With zero bottom line.

His friend had squandered a fortune and committed suicide/bankruptcy because of her livestreaming room.

And as if that weren't enough, she had raked in enough money, rented a downtown apartment, and brazenly continued her livestreams.

She would risk anything for money.

She only ever hid in the shadows like a sewer rat...

A person like this... a person like this deserved to be properly punished.

The resident of 103 was his adoptive father, naturally cold, austere, and devoid of desire, an asexual who loathed anyone getting close to him.

Toward the flashy, seductive women who had previously approached him, his adoptive father always avoided them like the plague. A vain woman like the streamer would undoubtedly be ruthlessly thrown out the door.

The young and handsome man sneered with malicious condescension, unaware that if anyone were inside his room, they would see his eyeballs practically glued to the young girl on the screen.

User "Top Player": "Stop acting coquettish."

Zhou Zhou didn't see this message because the people in the livestreaming room had started another wave of comments.

Things like "Her voice is so delicate, will she sound even more delicate later?", "I want to be by my wife's side to hear her ah-ah-ah", "I love my wife so much, my ears are already pregnant with eight babies"...

Even suggesting, "Forget the dare, just become my wife."

How could they be like this?

Zhou Zhou wrung her hands, biting her pale red lips. This slight exertion made her lips look even more vibrant and plump, exuding an extraordinary allure.

Perverts.

The chaotic remarks made her head spin. Heat surged across Zhou Zhou's face, and she didn't dare look at her phone anymore.

The only saving grace was that she hadn't run into anyone along the way.

Although she was trembling with fear, she safely arrived at room 103 without being stabbed to death by anyone.

The resident of room 103 seemed to be an extremely wealthy CEO. As a gloomy individual who envied the rich, the original host had already gathered information when she moved in today.

Unfortunately, she had only found out whether he was wealthy or not; Zhou Zhou had no way of knowing the personality of room 103's owner.

Zhou Zhou's translucent, snow-white face trembled slightly as she raised her hand and gently knocked on the door.

She waited.

The young girl could hear footsteps gradually approaching from inside, step by step, making one's heart beat wildly for no reason.

Finally, the door opened, revealing an exceptionally cold face.

The man's facial features were exceptionally handsome, with superior bone structure. His black shirt was buttoned impeccably to the top, revealing only a stark, pale, protruding Adam's apple.

"What is it?"

His voice was cold, deep, and his dark pupils stared silently at the delicate and pitiful young girl before him, devoid of a single ripple of emotion.

At this hour, the man couldn't imagine who else would be knocking on his door.

Having finished a day of corporate work, returned to his apartment, eaten dinner, and settled down to review documents, he thoroughly disliked being disturbed.

He had been guessing who might bother him at night, never expecting the disturber to be such a strikingly beautiful young girl.

A seductively gorgeous face, with tear-misty, damp, reddened eyes.

She even wore cat ears on her head, making her look unusually pure yet deeply seductive.

Unfortunately, the