Please Show My Roommate Some Respect! [Infinite]

The moment Qiong Huai opened his eyes, he saw a brown security door. Beside it, a man claiming to be a real estate agent was rambling on about the place in front of them:

Three owners had died...

The first owner's body had been chopped into pieces...

No one lived in the whole building, yet people kept reporting shadows inside in the middle of the night...

The agent was a creepy fellow, and his words gave Qiong Huai goosebumps.

Just as he was about to leave this strange place, the agent added:

"A 480-square-meter luxury apartment. It's yours if you pay."

Qiong Huai gave him a deadpan look. "Would you sell it for a thousand?"

The agent pulled out a contract and smiled eerily. "Of course. But the first owner's ghost is still inside. I hear he killed the second and third owners."

Qiong Huai snatched the ballpoint pen clipped to the agent's chest with lightning speed and scrawled his name on the contract. Then he declared righteously, "That's enough. Please show my roommate some respect! Don't slander his character."

While the agent stared in bewilderment, Qiong Huai quickly finished the paperwork and happily stepped inside.

First day after moving in: Qiong Huai was startled by a transparent severed hand.

One week after moving in: Qiong Huai calmly pushed aside the severed arm hanging from the drying rack and carried on hanging up the laundry.

One month after moving in: Playing hide-and-seek with body parts had become a fun little game that brought him and his roommate closer.

Three months after moving in...

Still half asleep, Qiong Huai glanced at the severed hand beside his cheek and intertwined his fingers with it.

The hand's fingers were long and pale as jade, with rosy, burning fingertips and palm. It struggled a few times, then scurried from Qiong Huai's pillow back under the bed.

After dealing with several bizarre roommates, Qiong Huai was very satisfied with his current one: he didn't make noise, cause trouble, or breathe. More importantly, he took up no space, could be taken apart and stored away at any time, and whenever Qiong Huai wanted to chat, he could reach under the bed or into some dark corner and pull him out.

"Kissy, kissy~ Good morning, my dear roommate." Qiong Huai said, holding up the head whose face was being firmly covered by two severed hands.

The head, pulled out from under the bed, had ears so red they looked ready to drip blood. "..."

Good morning, my love.

A post on a forum for the Infinite Game:

[Original post] These newbies are so unlucky. They weren't assigned a hotel, and half of them died as soon as they arrived.

[Floor 3] Unlucky, my foot! Someone actually moved in. He's got guts, buying a house after hearing that creepy description, and offering only a thousand yuan.

[Reply to Floor 3] So what? The better the house, the faster you die. I'm already looking forward to it.

[Floor 2719] Bumping this. Does anyone still remember this post? Latest news: one human and one ghost registered their marriage.

[Floor 2720, Moderator] To stop players from following this example and seducing powerful figures in the ghost world, causing a loss of talent, this thread will be locked shortly.

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