Chapter 2: I’m going to be a victim of homicide (1/2)

Chapter 2: I’m going to be a victim of homicide

”Bang! Bang! Bang!” I pounded on the door like I was going to break in. I wasn't in the mood to knock nicely. Enough was enough. Maybe an uncle could hold it in, but this aunty cannot. ”Open up! Hurry and open your door!”

After knocking for a while with no response, I increased my strength. ”Hey! I'm from downstairs. Do you have a swimming pool in your apartment? My ceiling is damaged and submerged because of you!? Hurry up and open the door. We need to talk!”

There was still no activity coming from within. It didn't seem right. I wondered if something had happened inside. So, I quietly plastered my face against the door.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened. I was caught off guard as I staggered to catch myself. I nearly fell head first into the room. The man who opened the door was an uncle with a face full of beard. He unleashed an aura of death as he glared at me. Having shivers down my spine would be an understatement.

He reminded me of a psycho of a show I enjoyed watching. It was a psychological criminal type of shows, and the character was a homicidal maniac that had a mental disorder.

Before I could open my mouth, he lifted me up like a little chick and effortlessly flung me into the room.

”Hey! Hey! What are you doing?!” I acted like an arrogant bully. But deep down, I was already calling for my mommy.

The moment I set my foot inside, the water level was already at my ankle. When I stared around the room, I realized the entire 2705 room was filled with water. No wonder the water was soaking into my ceiling!

”Excuse me, Uncle. But are you really trying to create a swimming pool? If your water pipe is broken, then repair it! Your entire apartment is filled with water!! .....wait. No. Do you realize the water from your apartment is soaking into my ceiling?! Soon, the water is going to cave into my apartment!”

As I complained, I walked further into the room. Suddenly, the extremity of my foot kicked something soft.

The window curtains were tightly shut, so there wasn't any light in the apartment room at all. Since it was so dark, it was naturally very difficult to see. There was also a moldy smell emitting through the air.

My entire body froze. Then, I slightly took a step back as I gulped down my saliva and anxiously looked down. I wanted to see the object that I had just kicked.

It was a person. A person that didn't move at all. He was lying in the water.

I was not stupid enough to assume he was willingly lying there... I heard the steps coming closer and closer towards me. Both my hands were clenched into fists and my heart beat was gradually increasing. I wanted to run, but within three steps, something assailed my nostrils and my attempt to cry for help was caught in my throat. My consciousness was slipping and I was getting more and more dizzy.

Ah... it turns out I am the fool who would recklessly go towards the mountain while knowing it has tigers...

”Mmm....mmmm.....”

Fighting was no use. My eyelids became heavier and heavier. Finally, I lost consciousness.

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By the time I woke up, my hands and feet were tightly tied up around a chair. I couldn't make a single move.

Wow. I'm so unlucky. I'm actually so unlucky that I'm going to be a victim of homicide.