PD -Chapter 120 Returning to the Tube-Style Apartment Building

The scene projected by Shentu’s spiritual energy above her head was exactly what had happened earlier inside Room 309.

After the woman entered the room to fold clothes, the door seemed to be pushed shut by a gust of wind. She didn’t appear to think much of it. At that moment, only the little boy was left in the living room.

The child had been watching cartoons intently when, suddenly, the building blocks beside him collapsed for no apparent reason.

He immediately stood up to check, and at that moment, the old refrigerator in the kitchen slowly opened by itself.

Seeing the food inside, the child walked over and reached for a carton of milk placed in the middle shelf.

But in an instant, everything inside the fridge shifted slightly inward, as if something had a will of its own. The carton of milk even seemed to evade his hand.

Still unwilling to give up, the child stood on tiptoe and stretched his small arm deeper into the refrigerator, trying again to grab it.

At that moment, an inexplicable cold wind swept behind him. The plastic stool on the kitchen floor was knocked over, and it felt as if an invisible hand shoved the child directly into the fridge.

Bang!

The refrigerator door slammed shut violently under that unseen force, trapping the child inside.

He pushed desperately from within, trying to force it open—but it was as if an invisible power was holding it shut. No matter how hard he struggled, it wouldn’t budge.

The child began screaming, but his voice seemed to be swallowed by the air itself.

The woman soon came out of the room and realized the child was missing. She searched everywhere—never once imagining that he was right there, trapped inside the refrigerator in plain sight.

Shentu withdrew her hand from the child’s forehead, and the vision above her head vanished.

I couldn’t help but marvel at this mysterious technique whose name I didn’t even know. I had seen something similar when Di Ting once demonstrated his abilities before.

This method was far more direct than my own way of entering dreams or the subconscious through spiritual awareness—it was as if someone treated another person’s memory like a storage card, freely pulling out whatever segment they wanted.

“What on earth is it? Why would something put a child in a fridge?” Liu Xiaopeng frowned, not sure if he was talking to himself or asking me and Shentu.

Shentu brushed her hair near her temple and said calmly, “Maybe only humans think every action needs a reason. Some things do something simply for pleasure—because they want to.”

“This guy is probably a repeat offender,” she added, resting her chin on her hand. “This likely isn’t the first time it’s played tricks on this family.”

Just as I was about to continue the discussion, the woman had already returned with the medicine.

“Thank you so much. It’s so late, and you still helped look after Xiao Tong,” she said apologetically. “It’s my fault for being careless. The fridge was right in front of me, yet I didn’t notice at all.”

“But how did he even get into such a narrow place…” Her eyes filled with guilt.

I sighed and comforted her a few words, then glanced at Liu Xiaopeng.

He immediately forced a smile, stepped forward to take the items from her, and placed them on the cabinet beside the hospital bed.

“Ma’am, didn’t we mention earlier that your home needs a formaldehyde removal treatment? Since it’s just right, you can stay here with the child. We’ve got the equipment in our car—we’ll take care of it for you now.”

“Of course, if you trust us enough to leave us the key,” he added sincerely, looking at her with an honest expression.

The woman hesitated only briefly.

“That feels too troublesome for you… it’s so late,” she said, tearing up again. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. You’ve already helped us so much today—if not for you, Xiao Tong might have…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence before tears welled up again. After a moment, she wiped them away and handed over the key.

“You’re Xiao Tong’s saviors. Of course I trust you. Besides, there’s nothing valuable at home anyway.”

“Please stay here with him. We’ll be back soon.”

With that, we left the hospital room, got into the car, and headed straight for the tube-style apartment building.

By the time we arrived at the courtyard, I checked the time—it was nearly midnight.

The building, which already had few residents, was now completely dark and silent.

Our headlights stood out sharply in the empty courtyard.

To avoid drawing attention, I turned off the engine, and the surroundings instantly fell into stillness.

Liu Xiaopeng got out and looked at the dark entrance, took a deep breath, and was about to walk in.

I stuffed the car keys into my pocket and quickly followed—but unexpectedly, my arm was grabbed from behind.

I frowned and turned to see Shentu, wondering what she was up to.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

She withdrew her hand and adopted a detached expression, tilting her chin toward Liu Xiaopeng.

“We didn’t come here to play hero this time. Our goal is for him to recover his memory and break through his bottleneck. Don’t forget that.”

“I haven’t forgotten!”

“Then why are you following him in?” she shot back.

I was about to retort when Liu Xiaopeng stopped and turned around.

“She’s right. I’ll go in alone. Maybe only then can I figure out what really happened back then.”

“But…” I hesitated, worried he might not be able to handle it alone.

But seeing his determined gaze, I finally nodded and stepped back toward the car.

Without any hesitation, Liu Xiaopeng walked into the building.

I watched his figure gradually disappear into the stairwell, unease rising in my chest.

Earlier, Shentu had said there was more than one hidden entity inside Room 903. This was Liu Xiaopeng’s first time going in alone—if anything went wrong…

I didn’t dare continue the thought.

Leaning against the car mirror, I could only comfort myself that 903 wasn’t far. If anything happened, we could still rush up in time.

I stared at the pitch-black stairwell, trying to catch sight of Liu Xiaopeng—but something felt wrong.

I remembered there was a voice-activated light in the stairwell during the daytime visit… so why was there no light at all as he went in? Only footsteps echoed, with no illumination on any floor.

His steps grew fainter, as if he had already reached the third floor.

Unable to hold back, I stood up and walked to the stairwell entrance, shouting to test the voice-controlled lights.

But the entire corridor remained completely dark—there wasn’t even the slightest flicker of light.