Southern Tufuzi·fengshan Lu

Chen Jiayou turned over and pulled the quilt over his head. He was a freelance writer who worked on manuscripts during the day until the early hours of the morning. His mind was still immersed in the plot of the suspense novel he had just finished, and he vaguely thought it was the movement in his dream. When the third round of banging on the door started, he woke up completely. Coming, coming! He cursed and stepped on the cement floor with his bare feet, feeling the coolness rush from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai. The door was open a crack, but the anti-theft chain was still hanging. The voice-activated light in the corridor was broken, and the corridor was pitch dark, with only a little orange light leaking in from the street lights at the entrance to the alley outside. Chen Jiayou squinted and looked outside—— There was a man standing at the door. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.