After coming out, Song Ya didn’t close the door completely, only leaving it slightly ajar. She walked to the door of apartment 1502 and pressed the doorbell.
Before long, someone inside opened the door while cursing, “Who the hell is it? Are you crazy? Ringing the doorbell in the middle of the night. There’s no food left in this house, stop coming here!”
Huang Guolin’s grumbling voice came from inside. But the moment he opened the door and saw Song Ya standing there, his sleepy eyes instantly became much clearer.
Soon after, his sticky gaze landed on her body. He curled his lips into a grin and rubbed his hands together. “What’s wrong? Finally figured things out? Realized how good I am?”
Song Ya’s pupils darkened slightly, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips. “Yes. So… is it convenient to talk inside?”
Huang Guolin was instantly thrilled.
Ever since Song Ya posted that video in the property group chat saying he had food, people had come to pry open their door several times these past days. If they hadn’t discovered it early, their house might already have been emptied out.
Their remaining food supply wasn’t much either. Afraid others would continue targeting them, Elder Liu had Huang Guolin sleep in the living room to keep watch.
Who would have thought that Song Ya would deliver herself to his door?
Thinking of this, the smile on Huang Guolin’s face kept widening. His gaze toward Song Ya grew darker and darker, wishing he could strip her right now.
“Come in, come in,” Huang Guolin said eagerly, rubbing his hands together as if Song Ya was already prey trapped in a jar.
Song Ya stepped inside.
The moment she entered, Huang Guolin hurriedly closed the door. Looking at her slender back, he couldn’t help swallowing.
A woman throwing herself at him—how could he possibly refuse?
After chuckling a few times, his eyes became increasingly bold. As soon as the door was shut, he rushed forward, intending to push Song Ya down.
“Little beauty, I took a fancy to you the moment you moved here. I’d been thinking about how to get you into my hands, but I didn’t expect you to deliver yourself.”
“You don’t have to worry. Even though I can’t marry you, I can keep you. Just follow me obediently—there’ll definitely be benefits for you in the future.”
He really thought he was something special.
Song Ya turned her head and looked at him coldly. The room was too dark, so only a vague figure could be seen.
Huang Guolin didn’t sense the chill coming from her at all. While continuing to talk, he tried to take advantage of her.
But just as he approached—before even touching her—his body suddenly jerked as if struck by electricity, and he collapsed stiffly onto the ground.
The electric shock left his entire body limp, yet his mind remained clear. He could only stare blankly at the scene before him. He wanted to speak, but no words came out.
Song Ya took out her phone and turned on the flashlight.
The light shone on Huang Guolin’s face. His complexion was deathly pale, his expression full of fear.
His eyes were wide open, wanting to scream but unable to.
Her electric ability had been used perfectly—enough to paralyze his body while leaving his senses intact.
Song Ya curved her brows and smiled as she looked at him. “What’s wrong? Didn’t you say you liked me? Why aren’t you talking now?”
In her previous life, after Lin Nannan and Liu Haowen left and never returned, Huang Guolin had set his sights on her.
In the apocalypse, doors were like thin sheets of paper—easily broken at any moment.
Thinking of that, a fierce killing intent flashed in Song Ya’s eyes.
Huang Guolin tried to struggle. But when he barely lifted his arm, it fell weakly back down with no strength at all.
Song Ya had no interest in continuing to tease him. She took out a short knife and stabbed it straight into Huang Guolin’s chest.
His pupils shrank violently. Blood spilled from his mouth as intense pain spread through his limbs.
But he could do nothing.
Once Song Ya confirmed he was practically dead, she grabbed his body, opened the window, and threw him straight down from the 15th floor.
The hail outside was still heavy. Just opening the window for a moment allowed the cold air to rush in.
As his body fell from the 15th floor, a dull thud sounded below.
But with the raging wind and hailstorm of the typhoon, the noise wasn’t noticeable. No one discovered it.
After dealing with Huang Guolin, Song Ya closed the window and prepared to go inside to deal with Elder Liu.
Just as she was about to enter the room, she suddenly noticed a shadow flash past the doorway.
Song Ya immediately became alert.
She rushed out to chase after it, but by the time she stepped outside, the shadow had already disappeared.
She glanced toward her own apartment and realized that the door she had left slightly open was now closed.
Song Ya’s heart skipped a beat.
Could someone have gone in while she was out?
Thinking of this, she tightened her grip on the dagger and opened the door to walk inside.
After entering, she noticed a shadow flash past the kitchen.
Holding her breath, Song Ya slowly walked toward it.
Just as she was about to step forward, a light suddenly shone toward her, followed by a low, hoarse voice.
“Song Ya? Hmm?”
The ending tone rose slightly, carrying an inexplicable hint of sexiness.
Song Ya looked toward the source of the light and saw Zheng Yiming wearing pajamas. His well-defined hand held a glass of water as he looked at her with confusion.
Song Ya opened her mouth, quickly hiding the dagger in her hand. She suddenly felt like a thief caught red-handed.
“Y-you… why are you here?”
“I was a bit thirsty at night, so I came out to get some water. Just now I thought I saw you coming in from outside. Did something happen?” Zheng Yiming’s cool voice sounded.
Song Ya choked.
She couldn’t exactly say that she had gone out in the middle of the night to kill the neighbor.
So she casually made up an excuse. “When I woke up, I heard some noise outside, so I went to check. But when I came back, the door was closed, so I thought someone might have come into our apartment.”
“Mm. I closed it. I thought you forgot to shut it before going to sleep,” Zheng Yiming explained.
Song Ya looked at Zheng Yiming’s tall figure, feeling puzzled.
She had clearly seen a shadow inside Huang Guolin’s house earlier, and it moved extremely fast—definitely not an ordinary person.
But since then, she had only seen Zheng Yiming.
Could it be that Zheng Yiming had also gone into Huang Guolin’s apartment?
Seeing that she said nothing more, Zheng Yiming carried his glass of water back to his room.
After that scare, it was no longer suitable for Song Ya to go back and kill Elder Liu. She returned to her own room to rest.
She didn’t sleep well that night.
There were faint noises outside from time to time. Perhaps due to living in the apocalypse for so long, whenever a strange sound appeared, Song Ya would immediately wake up.
She opened her bedroom door and went to the living room.
Sure enough—someone was trying to pry open the door outside.
Although the door was thick, if one stood close enough, the muttering from outside could still be heard.
“Why is this door so hard to deal with? We can’t pry it open at all!”
“It looks like a special anti-theft door. I remember seeing it before—they replaced it a few days before the typhoon. Ordinary tools can’t open it.”
“Then what do we do? There’s nothing left to eat in 1502 anymore. Last time they said this apartment has food, but we can’t get in.”
“If we can’t get in, forget it. Let’s check another place.”
“…”
After the discussion ended, the two people left.
Song Ya glanced at the time.
It was three in the morning.
She could still go back and sleep for a while.