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Ziya trembled uncontrollably, a deep-seated fear welling up within her that she couldn't shake off. Snot and tears dripped from her face as she retched, while Sun Meng held back the blood that threatened to spill from her lips, enduring the nauseating stench of blood as she supported Ziya down the stairs. Police officers reappeared in the building, and everyone anxiously watched the solemn expressions of the officers coming and going. Aunt Chen, visibly shaken, muttered to herself, "It has nothing to do with me; we have no grievances, we just had a few words..."
"Who said it has anything to do with you? Just look at how scared you are..." Li Mingxiang gently wiped her sweat with a tissue while offering quiet comfort.
As Ziya turned away, unable to face the limp arm of the body being carried out on a stretcher by officers, she felt a wave of nausea. That hand had just been grappling with hers, but now it lay lifeless and powerless. Liu Haoming and Anqing rushed over after receiving a call from Yuan Ye. Seeing their pale-faced daughter, they exchanged worried glances at Liu.
Liu Haoming and Yuan Ye headed into the office, followed by the department's chief editor, deputy editor, and team leaders, along with Liu, who looked utterly defeated and unable to move forward. The building had already been troubled by incidents; now the victim was Zhang, the Chief Editor's sister-in-law.
In the conference room, Yuan Ye sat on the left side, intending to introduce everyone to the new president of the building. However, the other party shook their head in refusal. Liu Haoming sat at the head for the first time, his cold gaze sweeping across those present as he spoke loudly and authoritatively: "Since entering summer, this building has faced continuous incidents—whether accidents or rumors—we need a thorough inspection. It hasn't even been a month since Cleaner Liu's suicide; now we have this Fat Sister incident."
"I don't know what Zhang Maocai was doing before; he was both the chief editor of the Journalism Department and the president. After his incident, investigations revealed numerous issues in his work. Therefore, it is essential for Yuan Ye to take full responsibility for adjusting internal management structures. As for procedural delays, each department must continue its work until we receive directives from administration to hand over unfinished tasks to those taking over your roles." As he spoke these words, someone felt as if every word was aimed directly at them, causing cold sweat to break out on their face.
Moreover, there are many lingering issues left by Property Management regarding Cleaner work; all departments must assist Yuan in improving this situation. I also heard that some internal staff have bullied our Cleaner sister—such behavior occurring in our Journalism Department is both shameful and detestable. Everyone has their own job position; it's just that they are assigned at different levels. But dignity is equal; without our Cleaner sister cleaning up every day, you would be working amidst piles of garbage. If she didn't remove the heaps of trash, you would be at risk of plague or other dreadful diseases."
At this point, he paused for a moment, and silence fell over the conference room. Liu Haoming's furrowed brow remained tight as he contemplated how law enforcement would view this incident: "The witness is that person named Cui Er, right?"
"Yes," Yuan Ye replied hurriedly upon hearing Liu Haoming's probing gaze; he had been looking down but quickly raised his head to respond. The other department managers and editors dared not make a sound, gripping their pens tightly as they recorded every word.
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"I never expected this! Should I pity her or sympathize with her?" Sun Meng sighed inwardly.
Ziya gradually calmed her racing heart and tried hard not to think about the bloody scene; yet she still couldn't understand what was happening in this building—it was too bizarre. After such an event, would there be an end to the killings or would they continue plotting their next malicious scheme? Was it humans? Was it ghosts? They were responsible for these horrifying incidents. However, according to witness Cui Er's account, she saw the elevator doors open automatically before stopping again; Fat Sister's body lay sprawled in the doorway frame—this was how Cui Er had seen it. Was this building truly unclean or was there another reason?
Sun Meng watched as the crowd and police gradually dispersed, an evil thought creeping into her mind. She was desperate to know what had happened to the fat nurse that led to such a tragic end. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she acted on it, leaning close to Ziya's ear and whispering.
After their hushed conversation, they exited the hall one after the other. Zi Anqing sat nearby, feeling restless and anxious. Ever since Ziya entered the building, there had been a constant stream of incidents, leaving her heart in turmoil. Worry consumed her day, evident in the dark circles under her eyes. As her daughter whispered with Sun Meng, she thought to herself: These two little troublemakers are up to something again, but I can't stop them... Watching them leave, she initially intended to follow but hesitated, considering her husband Liu Haoming. Glancing at the time, she noted that the meeting had already been going on for an hour and a half; it should be wrapping up soon.
Li Mingxiang led Aunt Chen in cleaning up the bloodstains on the fifteenth floor. Cui Er brought another bucket of clean water and knelt down, scrubbing each dark red stain on the floor with a towel. The image of the fat nurse curled up here sent a wave of inexplicable fear through her. Her hands trembled as she wiped the floor, suddenly recalling something Liu had once said... Lost in thought, she didn't hear her supervisor calling out to her, staring blankly at the ground.
"Cui Er, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Cui Er hurriedly waved her cloth and continued scrubbing at a particularly stubborn dark red patch. It seemed like something was lurking there; just when she thought she had cleaned it up, blood seeped out again. Cui Er leaned in closer to inspect the gap. It didn't seem like there was anything there! She shifted the cloth to her left hand while reaching in with her right, grasping two sticky, round objects.
"Oh my god! Ah..."
"What happened? What happened?" Hearing Cui Er's scream, Li Mingxiang rushed over with Aunt Chen. Cui Er stood frozen in shock, blood covering her hands as she dropped what she had pulled out—two eyeballs—trembling uncontrollably and unable to articulate her fear.
"It's okay, it's okay..." Li Mingxiang looked at the scene before her, tears welling up in her eyes and streaming down her cheeks. She tightly embraced the still-shaking Cui Er and gently patted her back, whispering words of comfort.
"Just now... the police were looking for this... eyeball..." Aunt Chen cautiously leaned forward to see the bloody orbs and exclaimed in fright.
"Alright! I'll call right away. You two go rest in the lounge for a bit; I'll handle things here." Li Mingxiang wiped away her tears and instructed Aunt Chen and Cui Er to support each other as they made their way to the lounge.
Putting on rubber gloves with disgust, Li Mingxiang turned away from the gruesome sight and picked up the two bloody eyeballs with a cold expression before tossing them into a plastic bag. Then she hurried downstairs toward the office.
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