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No one answered from inside the door.

After a while, Xu Ming slowly reached out and grasped the doorknob.

The door wasn't locked, and Xu Ming easily opened it.

With mixed feelings that he himself couldn't quite understand, Xu Ming slowly pushed open the door...

The girl groped her way to open the door and returned home.

Mother does not appear to have returned.

The girl had noticed that her mother had been working much longer hours away from home recently, and that she came home exhausted every day.

The sensible girl didn't ask any questions. She simply did what she could to avoid troubling her mother and silently supported her from behind.

Today is her mother's birthday, and she wants to give her a surprise to make her happy.

She hadn't heard her mother laugh in a long time.

The girl secretly hid the birthday gift she had chosen under the table, planning to surprise her mother when she returned.

She bought it with money she saved up little by little by doing odd jobs.

'I hope Mom will like it...'

The girl thought.

Click!

Just then, the sound of the door lock turning came.

Then the door slowly opened, and a middle-aged woman with a tired face walked in, carrying a black plastic bag.

Upon hearing the familiar footsteps, the girl immediately looked up with delight.

"Mom, welcome back!"

The woman looked up, a very forced smile on her face.

"Seele, I'm back..."

The girl hesitated, wondering whether she should take out the birthday present now.

The woman went straight into the kitchen, did something, and after a while, she came out with a glass of orange juice.

A hint of hesitation and reluctance appeared on the woman's face, but when she looked up and saw the girl's tightly closed eyes, her hesitant expression turned into a resolute one.

She slowly placed the glass of orange juice in front of her daughter and softly said:

"Xier, you must be thirsty after waiting for Mommy for so long. Have a glass of orange juice, Mommy bought it especially for you."

Her hoarse voice was almost unrecognizable to herself.

The girl had no doubts whatsoever, and happily picked up the glass of orange juice, taking a big gulp.

But a small question immediately arose in the girl's mind... Why does this orange juice taste a little bitter?

However, the thought that her mother had specially bought it for her filled the girl's heart with sweetness, and the bitterness seemed to disappear.

After a while, the girl finally mustered up her courage, and while reaching her hand under the table, she smiled at her mother and said:

"Happy birthday, Mom..."

Suddenly, a strong wave of dizziness hit her, and the girl collapsed onto the table, dropping the wrapped birthday gift she was holding to the floor.

In her confusion, the girl heard her mother's voice, trembling with sobs, repeatedly apologizing.

"I'm sorry! Seele, I'm so sorry!..."

Soon, the girl's consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.

The woman wiped away her tears and resolutely took out the coal and tape she had just bought from the black plastic bag.

Light the coal, put it in an iron basin, place it on the dining table, close the doors and windows, and seal all the gaps in the room with tape.

Having done all this, the woman seemed relieved, and sat back down opposite the unconscious girl, murmuring softly to herself:

"I'm sorry, Seele. Please forgive me, your useless mother."

Without my care, how will you survive? So let's go together, at least on the way to Yomotsu-hirasaka, we'll have someone to look after each other..."

Unable to bear the immense pressure of life, a mother finally broke down. To ensure her blind daughter would be cared for after her death, she committed suicide by burning charcoal with her daughter on her birthday...

This is the truth about the blind girl named 'Tsukiren'.

Cruel and despairing.

Looking at the two already decomposed bodies in the room, Xu Ming felt a surge of anger welling up inside him.

Although Xu Ming had a bad feeling when he learned that hope lived in Xiaochuan Apartment.

But people are always like this; they always harbor some unrealistic fantasies until they see something with their own eyes.

This apartment building had long been turned into an altar by Araya Sōren, and all the residents were actually already dead.

Araya Souren created dolls that looked exactly like all the residents, and then made the dolls repeat the day the original died, from birth to death, in a continuous cycle.

The residents of the entire building constantly experience life and death situations.

The corpses of the residents are represented by Yin, and their lives by Yang, thus embodying the two extremes of Tai Chi.

This is the method of Araya Sōren, and this is the true face of the sixty-fourth floor of the Nabō Hall.

The hope that Xu Ming met was actually a doll that kept repeating the 'last day'...

Xu Ming gently closed the door to room 410, then clenched his fist and slammed it heavily against the wall.

He had only one thought: to smash that damn bald bastard's head in!

Xu Ming continued upwards, his anger burning.

Erina and Asagami Fujino seemed to sense his unhappiness, and silently followed behind him without saying a word.

Soon, a large number of zombies appeared on the stairs again and rushed towards the three of them.

Faced with this group of zombies who didn't know how to read people's expressions and recklessly blocked the way, Xu Ming's actions this time were ruthless and chilling.

Xu Ming casually swung the crowbar and smashed the zombie's head, causing various red, white, green, and black substances to gush out.

Some blood splattered on Xu Ming's face and body, but he didn't even wipe it off. Without changing his expression or hesitating, he moved on to another target and continued to smash their heads.

Over time, Xu Ming, covered in dark red blood, looked no different from a demon crawling out of hell.

They continued smashing things as they went, and soon the three of them reached the 9th floor.

Just then, a somewhat neurotic blond man wearing a red top hat and a red tailcoat strolled out from behind the stone pillar, humming a strange folk song.

He took off his top hat and bowed slightly in a gentlemanly manner.

With a broad smile, he said to Xu Yun:

"Good evening, children. Passing through this area is prohibited."

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As he spoke, he fastened his top hat with one hand and snapped his fingers with his other gloved hand.

A cluster of flames immediately blazed up in front of Xu Ming and his companions, instantly transforming into a wall of fire that blocked their path.

The man named Aruba was about to utter some harsh words.

laugh!

A white mist of ice erupted from Erina's palm, covering the wall of fire.

The fire was extinguished instantly.

"Damn brat!"

Aruba immediately lost face.

He waved his hand.

Click!

A strange noise came, and dozens of puppets emerged from behind him, gradually surrounding the three of them.

These puppets are incredibly agile, no less so than normal people, and their limbs have been modified into sharp blades.

The doll's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, making a "da da!" sound, creating a sense of dread like something out of a cheap horror movie.

With the puppet army blocking his way, Aruba seemed to regain his confidence. He placed three fingers on his top hat, tilted his head slightly, and arrogantly glanced at the three of them.

"Children, it's not too late to beg for mercy. Perhaps I can still leave you with an intact body."

Otherwise, I'll treat you like the residents of this apartment building, extracting your brains and preserving them in formalin as my prized possessions.

Xu Ming suddenly raised his head.

"Did you make all the dolls in this apartment building?"

Aruba nodded his chin with an air of arrogance.

"certainly.

If it weren't for that woman's tricks, I would be the best puppeteer in the Clock Tower...

Aruba is openly proclaiming his glorious past.

The next second, a huge whooshing sound rushed towards us.

Before Aruba could even realize what was happening, a tremendous force slammed into his face.

Snapped!

The comical red top hat flew off immediately, along with a white tooth from Aruba's mouth.

His face was distorted from the beating, and he staggered back a few steps.

Soon, a hideous bloodstain appeared on his handsome, fair face.

"You bastard! How dare you slap me in the face?! You lowly commoner!"

Aruba's mouth was crooked, his words were unclear and his tone was strange, but he looked annoyed.

Xu Ming wasn't going to waste any more words with him; he slapped him across the face with the stick again, knocking him from left to right.

pat!