The palm of Lin Zhao's hand resting on the back of the computer chair trembled slightly, but Ye Yang clicked the mouse again.

Qin Yong continued to write:

"Number twelve is my room. My room is also sealed off, except he bricked up the wall inside the door."

"The photo below is of my teammates. They took it after the door was sealed and sent it to me. They thought I was still alive."

Below the message was another inserted photo.

It showed an open security door, but inside was a neatly bricked-up wall of red bricks.

"Before I died, a man in black ancient clothing came to me. He asked, 'If you die, what's the one thing in this room you'd want to take with you?'"

"No matter how much I cried or begged for mercy, he ignored me."

"I don't even know why he wanted to kill me!"

"Finally, I had no choice but to tell him that the most important thing to me was this computer."

"That person told me, 'He will take your computer after you die and take it somewhere.'"

"I guess he's going to send the computer into Number Forty-Four."

"If you see my message, it means my prediction was successful."

"If you see my computer, it means you're even more unfortunate than I am."

"Every item in your room may represent a wronged soul."

"If you've already moved into Number Forty-Four, then you're even more unlucky."

"Because all around you, above and below, are dead people."

"They're only separated from you by a wall."

Qin Yong's document ended there!

Ye Yang raised a hand and tapped the table. "Lin Zhao, what do you think?"

Lin Zhao said, "Why are you copying Li Po? Tapping things when you think."

Ye Yang rolled his eyes. "Get serious!"

Lin Zhao thought for a long time. "Ye Yang, I think you should try to see if there's a sequel to Qin Yong's document."

Ye Yang dragged out the keyboard and typed a few words on the document: "Is there a sequel?"

The document actually had a continuation:

"My name is Qin Yong. I'm a web novelist and a paranormal streamer. By the time you see my message, I'm already dead."

"My first document only contained the beginning."

"If you feel curious and ask me questions in the document, it means you are waking me up."

"I can appear in front of you at any time."

"Of course, I can tell you what happened next."

"However, what happens next is no longer free. You'll have to pay a price to continue reading."

"Do you still want to read on?"

Ye Yang moved his hand to the keyboard, when he suddenly heard the sound of bowls and plates colliding in the kitchen.

Someone had already set the table with food and even placed chopsticks and spoons within easy reach.

When a person comes home and someone has prepared a meal waiting for them, it's a kind of warmth.

But, when you know there's no one home, and a table of food appears, that's a bone-chilling fear.

Ye Yang glanced at the things on the table, turned around, walked back to the living room, and knocked on the wall a few times.

According to the structure of Number Forty-Four, the wall Ye Yang knocked on should be connected to the neighbor on the left.

Lin Zhao saw Ye Yang raise his hand and quickly stopped him. "Don't move! If you break open the wall, it's the same as leaving the room. We signed a contract."

"I'm not going!" Ye Yang gripped the sword hilt and stabbed the wall with the sword. When he retracted the sword, there was a hole going right through the wall.

Ye Yang squinted his eyes and looked into the neighbor's room, but saw a bedroom missing a bed.

Except for the missing bed, everything else in the bedroom was intact.

Where the bed should have been, a corpse was lying there.

When Ye Yang's gaze fell on the corpse, it turned its head and opened a pair of eerily glowing green eyes in the darkness. The two pinhole-sized pupils also stared into Ye Yang's eyes.

Ye Yang exchanged glances with it for a few seconds before retreating to the side.

Lin Zhao asked curiously, "Ye Yang, what did you see?"

When Lin Zhao looked into the room again, he only saw an eye stuck to the wall.

Lin Zhao took a step back and struck the wall with his palm. The fierce energy passed through the wall and struck the target directly. The dead man behind the wall flew up and fell to the ground, no longer moving.

Lin Zhao turned around and rushed into the bedroom. "Could this bed have been moved from that room?"

You can't move the belongings of the dead casually, especially things that the deceased valued during their lifetime.

After death, not everything can be taken to the underworld. They have to leave behind some proof that they once came and existed in the Yang world.

Those things may be their attachments to the world. They might come back to take a look at any time. Once those things disappear, they might follow their own aura from their previous life and come looking again.

It's predictable that tonight, whoever sleeps on this bed, that person next door will come over and sleep with them, or stand by the bed and ask them why they took their things.

Ye Yang said calmly, "Lin Zhao, you sleep on the sofa. I'll sleep on the bed."

Before Lin Zhao could protest, Ye Yang took out the bedding and put it on the sofa, adding, "Be careful sleeping on the sofa. Maybe that sofa was moved from some dead person's house too!"

Lin Zhao looked around the room and realized that the style of the furnishings and furniture didn't match at all. They were clearly pieced together from different places.