In the afternoon, inside Apartment 444.
The stooped building manager was holding an old book labeled with the bloody words "Apartment 444" and arrived in bewilderment at the door of Room 405.
"I remember the resident of 405 went to carry out a blood letter task... how could they be back so early? The bus hasn't even returned yet..."
Although the old man didn't understand, he had to follow the instructions given by a mysterious entity.
He then raised his aged hand and knocked on the door of Apartment 405. In just two seconds, footsteps were heard inside, and then the door opened to reveal a tall young man who seemed somewhat familiar.
"Ahem... Young man, there are a few special tasks for the apartment for you to complete."
Upon seeing Wang Zhifan at the door, the old man coughed twice and spoke directly, with an inexplicable expression on his aged face that he tried hard to suppress.
"Hmm... What tasks?"
