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Zhong Kui's Diary
Night, Star City, Prosperous Garden.
I stood with Ding Fatty under Building 09, whispering to each other.
"How is it? Are you sure?" I asked.
"Absolutely, Room 11, it's definitely Jin Yang's place, no doubt about it," Ding Fatty said confidently. "An Ran's cousin is dating the security guard A-Jian here, and that A-Jian is even fatter than me... Haha, after a couple of drinks, he told me all about his bedwetting incidents. Look, I even got the access card; how could this be fake?"
"Damn, you two Fattys might end up being relatives," I chuckled softly. "Come on, what are we waiting for?"
"Exactly!" Fatty was quite pleased with my comment. He laughed and used the access card to open the unit door, and we both got into the elevator.
Once inside the elevator, I couldn't help but grumble a bit. Prosperous Garden isn't the most upscale area in Star City, but it's definitely the most ostentatious. Other areas are filled with precious trees transplanted from mountain villages, like ginkgo or camphor trees, trying to exude a natural vibe without any signs of human intervention. In contrast, Prosperous Garden is all about artificial structures everywhere, gleaming with gold. Even this elevator—damn it—have you ever seen an elevator lined with golden foil?
That said, there are indeed many who like this style; all four hundred units from the three phases of Prosperous Garden sold out immediately upon release. The homeowners here are all people who are poor except for their money; I have no doubt about that. But Jin Yang, oh Jin Yang, you’ve studied abroad and yet you like this style? Do you really deserve the term "studied abroad"?
While I was lamenting in the elevator, it suddenly jerked to a stop with a creaking sound, showing the first floor on the display.
"Is there a power outage?" Ding Fatty exclaimed in surprise.
"It’s not a power outage; the lights in the elevator are on and there’s no flickering. It doesn’t seem like a backup power supply issue," I frowned.
"Then it must be an elevator malfunction!" Ding Fatty sighed. "I never thought this damn German brand would fail too."
I was about to correct him that it wasn't a German brand but rather a damn Japanese one when suddenly a chilling voice echoed in the elevator: "Zhong Kui..."
"Who?" I was startled and looked around for the source of the voice. Wait a minute, that voice sounds familiar; several names flashed through my mind until one stood out. I exclaimed, "Momo, what are you doing?"
"Haha, you caught me; I'm quite embarrassed," Momo said as a red light flashed in the elevator and she appeared in the center with a charming smile looking at me.
"You stopped this elevator?" I stared at Momo suspiciously.
"Yep," Momo replied earnestly.
"Stop joking, we all know each other!" Fatty interjected from the side.
"Who’s joking with you? It was supposed to be a peaceful coexistence, but since you came here, it’s clear you’re looking for trouble. Who can you blame?" A pure smile appeared on Momo's face, as if telling a fairy tale, ready to send us into a nightmare.
"Are you planning to trap us in the elevator and let us starve?" Fatty mocked, knowing that Momo couldn't do anything to me.
"You’re just a sacrificial pawn; don’t talk so much." Momo shook his head at Fatty and turned to me, speaking in a negotiating tone, "Here’s what I’m thinking: I’ll cut the steel cable and let you drop in the elevator. What do you think of that suggestion? We’re currently on the first floor, so if you drop from here... tsk tsk, you should die, right? How about we make a bet? If you don’t die, I’ll treat you to breakfast and throw in two tea eggs."
I silently recited the spell for Transforming Illusions into Reality, cursing Kong Xuan in my heart for having such a long incantation.
"Alright, there’s still about half of the cable left. Don’t rush; you’ll soon experience the thrill of free fall. No need to thank me! Just call me Red Scarf." Momo looked quite pleased with himself.
"Where did you learn all this nonsense?" Finally finishing the incantation, I felt a surge of energy and suddenly swung my fist at Momo.
"No..." Before Momo could finish his sentence, I landed a punch on his face, sending him flying.
"How could you possibly hit me?" Momo leaned against the elevator wall, staring at me in disbelief.
"Is it really that surprising? I used to let you win!" I couldn't help but boast.
"Hehe..." Momo sneered as his figure began to fade against the elevator wall. Realizing something was wrong, I quickly lunged forward and grabbed Momo's wrist, shaking him violently as if tearing down a poster.
Momo immediately panicked and struggled fiercely. I held onto him and sighed in relief; thankfully, Momo's martial arts skills were quite poor. After Transforming Illusions into Reality, he seemed like nothing more than a novice in my eyes.
"Let go of me! Let go!" Momo shouted loudly while struggling.
I ignored him and watched as Fatty frantically pressed the emergency call button. After half a minute with no response, just as I was about to say something, my gaze inadvertently caught Momo's face and noticed a cunning glint in his eyes.
At that moment, the elevator suddenly shook. My heart raced as I quickly tightened my grip on Momo's neck and shouted at Fatty, "Think of a way to climb out!"
I was anxious because I realized that even inside the elevator, Momo could use his mind to cut the steel cable. His constant struggles were merely to distract me. If he managed to sever the cable and the elevator fell, we would undoubtedly die while he would be unharmed.
The earlier tremor was likely caused by him nearly cutting through the cable. If I didn’t react quickly enough, we would plummet straight from the first floor. Not only would we die, but I'd also lose breakfast and two tea eggs—two!
I am very aware of my strength; with a full grip, I could crush even a brick into pieces. However, Mo Mo's face changed from white to red, then to purple, and finally to black. He kept staring at me with cold eyes, his hands trembling uncontrollably, causing the elevator to shake along with him, making it seem like we could fall at any moment.
Fatty was still staring blankly at me when I kicked him in the rear and shouted, "You idiot, hurry up and find an exit!"
Only then did Fatty snap back to reality. He frantically pressed the elevator buttons and tried to pry open the elevator doors, but his thick fingers couldn't fit into the gap.
"Key!" I yelled, gripping Mo Mo's neck tightly. I could feel him growing weaker, but he seemed to know this was a critical moment; his hands continued to tremble slowly. The elevator shook more violently now, showing signs of swaying.
Fatty quickly pulled out a key and inserted it between the two doors. Once a small gap appeared, he desperately wedged his fingers in and shouted loudly.
I!!! Damn!!!
The elevator doors gradually opened until they were pushed apart. Our elevator was stuck between the first and fourteenth floors, with a 40-centimeter drop below that would allow someone to crawl out.
"Quick, crawl!" I shouted again as the elevator shook violently once more, and another steel cable snapped due to Mo Mo's actions.
Fatty glanced back at me, realizing that arguing with me at this moment was pointless. He crawled on the ground with his feet facing outward. Halfway through, his stomach got stuck at the doorway. In a moment of panic, I kicked Fatty's shoulder several times. He let out a couple of painful cries before falling to the ground. Then came Fatty's desperate shout from below: "Ghost Brother, hurry down! Quick!"
At that moment, the elevator shook again. I could even hear the faint sound of cables snapping. Mo Mo looked at me with a cold smile before finally tilting his head; his eyes lost their luster. The tangible feeling in my hand suddenly vanished as Mo Mo transformed into a black mist that gradually faded away from my grasp.
There was no time to think about what had happened to Mo Mo; I quickly crawled toward the doorway.
Crack! I heard a cable snap, followed by a violent jolt as the elevator began to plummet.
I let out a scream and pushed off hard with my legs, lunging toward the doorway. Fatty was also shouting as he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me desperately outward.
With a loud thud, I crashed against the wall opposite the elevator. Even though I tried to cushion myself with my hands, the force from my push combined with Fatty's strong pull still made me see stars.
Boom! A loud noise echoed from the elevator shaft; it was the sound of the elevator falling.
It took me a moment to regain my senses as I got up and leaned against the wall. I saw Fatty pale and trembling next to the elevator door, pointing shakily at my feet.
Looking down, I realized one of my shoes had been sliced off by the rushing elevator. If it weren't for Fatty pulling me just in time, I probably would have lost both legs below the knees.
"Hahaha... Hehehe..." I leaned against the wall with Fatty, laughing like two fools. The feeling of having narrowly escaped death left us speechless, and we could only chuckle.
After a while, I regained my strength, stood up, and pulled Fatty up with me.
Fatty cursed, "Motherfucker, I swear I won't take the elevator for a year!"
I smiled and glanced at the stairwell, saying, "This is the first floor; let's walk up!"
"What about your shoes?" Fatty looked at my feet.
It was really cold wearing just a pair of socks in this winter. I looked around; the doors on the first floor were all clean and tidy. After cursing a bit, Fatty and I made our way to the 14th floor. Luckily, there was a family outside their door with a shoe rack that had several pairs of sports shoes on it, probably used for morning exercises. There were two pairs for men, one pair for women, and one pair for children.
I found a pair of men's sports shoes and slipped them on; they were a bit tight but manageable.
After moving my limbs a bit, Fatty and I reached the 15th floor. At this point, I was certain that Qing Qiu and Mo Mo had ill intentions; otherwise, Mo Mo wouldn't have pushed us to our limits.
When we arrived at door 11, it was wide open. Qing Qiu, dressed in a white qipao, stood at the doorway, coldly watching us.
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