Chapter 370

Clang!

Clang!

Every time the little chubby hand in his line of sight swung, Wu Xian could hear a deafening knock.

Slowly.

The knocking sounds became more and more frequent—big ones, small ones, far ones, near ones. The whole building seemed to have been triggered by some kind of switch, and countless knocking sounds rang out, making one feel irritable inside.

Suddenly.

The chubby hand stopped.

In Wu Xian's field of vision, a chubby man wearing red shorts and a white tank top appeared.

The chubby man had a very strange expression. Even though he was in his own home, he had a sneaky, rat-like appearance, constantly looking back and forth, as if he had done something shameful and was afraid of being discovered.

Wu Xian smiled.

His worry wasn't wrong after all; there really was someone peeping at him now...

Whoosh! The chubby man lunged over suddenly, his greasy, large face getting closer and closer, his bloodshot eyes meeting Wu Xian's gaze exactly.

This moment made Wu Xian's heart twitch.

Then the chubby man pressed his body against the wall, observing carefully, trembling as he touched every inch of the wall like a neurotic.

The chubby man ultimately found nothing, patted his chest, let out a sigh of relief, and continued to dig pits in the wall with a chisel.

Wu Xian let out a sigh of relief and reluctantly moved his eyes away from the wall.

"No wonder some people like peeping; this stuff is much more stimulating than games."

Every time he was almost discovered just now, it made Wu Xian's heart race. Now his back and forehead were covered in sweat; this kind of pressure was completely on par with facing a malevolent entity.

"The chubby man's house has many more pits than the old man's, and when the chubby man stopped, the sound of chiseling the wall didn't stop, which means there is more than just the chubby man and the old man chiseling walls in this building."

"It seems that everyone living in this building is chiseling pits in the walls and peeping at others, so even though it's this noisy, they are unwilling to let property management, the police, or even private detectives get involved."

"But are these people's eyesight too poor? Even if there is only a pit the size of a grain of rice, they shouldn't be unable to discover it even with their faces pressed against the wall."

Wu Xian shook his head.

"Such a large-scale anomaly must involve the power of a malevolent entity. Then they shouldn't have bad eyesight; rather, in their eyes, their own walls are simply perfect and flawless!"

Thinking of this.

Wu Xian's body suddenly stiffened.

A chill slowly spread from his back to his whole body.

He turned around with a blank expression, using his flashlight to illuminate the old man's wall. The originally empty room seemed to become lively all of a sudden.

If the holes chiseled out couldn't be discovered by the opposite side at all, then logically, there should also be many invisible peeping holes in the old man's house.

Doesn't that mean...

Every move Wu Xian made after entering this room had been seen by many people?

Even, it might have been recorded by hidden cameras! Once the video was exposed, Wu Xian's act of trespassing would instantly spread to all the surrounding residents. By then, countless troubles would follow one after another, and Wu Xian would no longer be able to live in peace.

Wu Xian's mood plummeted to the bottom, and he began to be at a loss. In the empty room without lights, it seemed as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at him. These potentially existing gazes made Wu Xian unable to help but scratch his arms.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

The black dog paw opened the steamer.

The steamer was filled with steaming hot meat buns, the enticing meat broth seeping out from the bun skin, paired with refreshing white porridge and Heigu's special pickles, making for another perfect breakfast.

After placing the breakfast on the table, Heigu untied her apron and walked to the door of Wu Xian's bedroom, knocking rudely.

"Woof, woof, woof, woof!"

Waking up the master in the morning seemed to be an inherent habit of pet cats and dogs. Every morning, Wu Xian would shout helplessly, "I'm not getting up, I want to sleep a little longer," and then be forcibly pulled out of the covers by Heigu.

But today, Wu Xian had no response. Heigu opened the bedroom door and saw Wu Xian sitting on the bed with bloodshot eyes, his hair as messy as a bird's nest, his gaze dull. Both of his arms were covered in red nail marks, and some places had even been scratched until they bled.

After returning home last night.

Wu Xian hadn't slept all night.

Whenever he was about to fall asleep, he would dream that the video of him trespassing was spread all over the streets. When he went out for a walk, every acquaintance he met looked at him with disgust, treating him as a despicable thief. All his explanations seemed pale and weak under the spread of the video.

"Woof?"

Heigu's bark made Wu Xian flinch.

He immediately jumped off the bed, quickly put on his clothes, and kept muttering to himself.

"No, I must protect my reputation."

"First, I need to figure out who recorded my video. I'll start by investigating the four households above, below, left, and right. I want to monitor their every move and then find out where they store the videos."

Wu Xian walked out of the bedroom in a rush, not even glancing at the buns Heigu had meticulously made.

Just as he was about to go out, Wu Xian's footsteps slowed down.

"Something's not right, something is not right..."

Wu Xian looked around.

A piece of calligraphy hung in the living room, which Wu Xian had written and hung up himself.

In his first and second Fudi, he had encountered malevolent entities that affected memory and perception, so Wu Xian wrote these four characters to warn himself, thinking once every day whether the self of today was different from the self of the past.

Those four characters were...

Never forget!

Wu Xian forced himself to calm down, sat on the floor, and sorted through the events again. A bitter smile gradually appeared on his face.

"How could this happen."

"I've been completely played."

Wu Xian lay on the floor with his limbs spread, his face full of dejection.

Now he finally came to his senses.

He had actually been inexplicably influenced just like the residents of the building without even realizing it.

If everything continued to develop normally, in order to monitor the old man's neighbors, the desperate Wu Xian might have also joined the wall-chiseling team, trying to use this method to retrieve the video that had a negative impact on him.

Last night, Wu Xian didn't see any malevolent entities the whole time, nor did he feel any supernatural power, but even so, he still fell for it.

This kind of silent, imperceptible influence was even more terrifying than a ghost suddenly jumping out.

And the worst part was.

Even now, Wu Xian knew he had been influenced by the malevolent entity's ability.

But he couldn't be sure if this influence was still there and how deeply it affected his behavior and thinking.

He tried to summarize.

Then, the scene of peeping at the chubby man naturally appeared in his mind.

Peeping without the neighbors knowing, the scenes where he was almost discovered multiple times but wasn't, gave Wu Xian an indescribable stimulation, making his heart itch, wanting to try that feeling again.

And the recorded video also made Wu Xian feel like he had needles on his back; he couldn't ignore it. As the saying goes, people's words are to be feared, and Wu Xian didn't want his reputation to be completely ruined.

With these two factors added together.

Wu Xian developed an addiction that was hard to shake off. He knew that if he continued like this, he would sooner or later step into the quagmire again.

(End of chapter)