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Chapter Four: A Bloody Birthday On the night of A'mu's eighteenth birthday, the Shen family mansion was brightly lit, yet it exuded an indescribable eeriness. All the lanterns were wrapped in red cloth, emitting a dim, blood-like glow. Old Master Shen invited A'mu to the main hall, where the table was laden with delicacies. The blind Taoist priest sat in the main seat, holding two pitch-black wooden cups. The priest poured a bottle of scarlet liquid into the cups and handed them to A'mu and Shen Tianci, "Drink this cup of heart-to-heart wine, and from now on, your fates will be intertwined, sharing joys and sorrows." A'mu didn't think much of it and downed the wine in one gulp. The liquid was extremely cold upon entering his mouth, with a strong,腥甜 (xīng tián -腥: fishy/bloody, 甜: sweet) taste. It slid down his esophagus into his stomach, and instantly, it felt like a fireball exploded within him. A'mu clutched his stomach in pain, and the scenery before his eyes began to shake violently. Just then, Shen Tianci, who had been sickly, suddenly burst into wild laughter. The deathly pallor on his face receded at a visible rate, replaced by a ruddy glow. Meanwhile, A'mu felt his strength rapidly draining, his flesh and skin beginning to sink inward. A'mu struggled to stand up but found his feet as if nailed to the floor. The Taoist priest sneered, pulled out a long, slender silver needle, and fiercely thrust it into A'mu's Baihui acupoint…… To be continued in the next chapter……

On the screens of twenty top research institutions across the globe, my face, riddled with bloody holes and grinning, simultaneously lit up. The countdown hit zero, and the underground research facility collapsed with a deafening roar. However, the curse from Room 404 had already spread worldwide like a plague, carried by fiber optics and satellite signals. This is a 'digital supernatural virus' that cannot be quarantined. That night, countless ordinary people sitting in front of their computers or looking at their phones received a text message from an unknown number. The message contained only one short line: "Who lives inside your walls?" Fear began to grow wildly like weeds in every corner of the world. In luxury apartments in New York, in densely packed housing in Tokyo, in old castles in Paris. Numerous people began to hear, in the dead of night, a heavy and rhythmic knuckle-knocking sound coming from within the seemingly solid wall of their room. "Knock, knock." As soon as someone couldn't resist knocking back, or felt fear in their heart, the wall would automatically open in the middle of the night, revealing a dark, foul-smelling crevice within. The passage between the real world and that living hell had been completely torn open, watered by the fear of all humanity. And I, as the source of this disaster, stand in an even larger dimension of darkness, coldly looking down upon this world on the verge of collapse. Boards: Novel Serialization, Beautiful Pictures Sharing Follow for continuous updates on the board. Every night at 20:00, 00:00

Staring at him intently. At that moment, the time clock machine again madly and continuously emitted a voice: 'Beep! Clock-in successful. Beep! Clock-in successful. Beep! Clock-in successful…' Accompanied by the voice, countless hurried footsteps of leather shoes rushed from the brightly lit office area towards the entrance. Ah Ming, terrified out of his wits, frantically pushed open the emergency exit and ran down towards the ventilation shaft. The next day, Monday, when he got to work, Ah Ming, still shaken, checked the backend records of the clock-in system. The records showed that on Saturday at 1:05 AM, his account had indeed clocked out. But within a minute after he clocked out, over 500 'clock-in' records from unknown accounts were added to the system, and all those account names belonged to employees who had died from overwork or accidents in this building over the years……

Ah-ming was a burnt-out engineer at a tech company. One Friday night, he stayed late to meet a project deadline. By 1 AM, the entire floor was empty, with only his cubicle still lit. Finally finished, Ah-ming packed his bag to leave. As he approached the fingerprint scanner by the main entrance, ready to clock out, the machine suddenly lit up on its own and a robotic voice announced: 'Beep! Clock-out successful. Good morning, Manager. Good morning, Supervisor.' Ah-ming paused, thinking it was a malfunction. But then, the fluorescent lights in the office area, which had been completely turned off, began to switch on automatically, row by row, from the back towards him, with a 'click, click, click.' Ah-ming stiffly turned his head and saw the office chairs, previously empty, start to swivel towards him one by one, as if countless unseen people were rising from their seats simultaneously, staring intently at him.

I extended my pale fingers, pointing at the white-coated supervisor before me. His body, in an instant, was as if torn apart by invisible giant hands, snapping in mid-air. Blood splattered like a fountain onto the sickly green screen, dyeing the entire laboratory into a living hell. This secret underground research facility had now completely become a slaughterhouse for demons. From the walls, ceiling, and even the ventilation ducts, deformed black shadows and severed limbs continuously poured out. The vengeful spirits of those who had died in the underground clinic were now taking revenge on these arrogant scientists in the most brutal way possible. I walked through the pools of blood, feeling no fear in my heart, only endless pleasure and hunger. Everyone in this research institute, their terror, their screams, all became my most delicious nourishment. "Warning, base self-destruct sequence initiated. Countdown: sixty seconds." A cold mechanical alarm echoed through the corridor. Self-destruct? I let out a cold laugh. These mortals don't understand at all that Room 404 is not a place that can ever be destroyed by physical means. It is a curse; as long as someone harbors fear, it will never die. I walked to the central control monitor of the research institute. The screen displayed that this experiment was being transmitted in real-time via satellite to the top twenty research institutions worldwide. "Thank you. You helped me open the door." I said softly to the camera. Board: Novel Series, Image Sharing Follow the board for continuous updates, every night at 20:00, 00:00

Chapter 3: The Substitute The Shen family began a covert search in Blackwater Town and its surrounding remote villages. Not long after, the Shen family's butler found an orphan named A'mu in the neighboring Cloud Mist Village. A'mu had grown up with an old blacksmith and was robust. Coincidentally, his birth date and time were exactly the same as Shen Tianci's. Under the guise of recruiting laborers, the butler lured A'mu to the Shen family mansion with ten taels of silver. A'mu, being straightforward, thought he had found a kind and generous wealthy family and worked extremely hard. Old Master Shen personally prepared a sumptuous meal for A'mu and even arranged for someone to attend to his daily needs. "A'mu, this is your home now. From now on, consider Tianci as your own brother," Old Master Shen said, patting A'mu's shoulder with a gentle smile, though his eyes held no warmth. A'mu, filled with gratitude, nodded repeatedly. However, that night, as A'mu slept in the woodshed, he vaguely heard suppressed sobbing coming from the next room. Peeking through the crack in the door, he saw Old Master Shen leading Shen Tianci, dressed in red, in circles around a black coffin in the center of the courtyard. Shen Tianci's complexion was ashen, like that of a dead person…… To be continued……

Chapter Two: The Ancient Art of Fate Borrowing A month before the eighteenth birthday of Shen Tianci, the young master of the Shen family, his body began to inexplicably rot, emitting a stench like that of a dead person. The physicians in town changed one after another, but all were helpless. The prescriptions they offered could only alleviate the pain, with no hope of cure. Late one night, a blind Taoist priest, clad in a black robe with bizarre patterns carved on half of his face, stepped into the Shen family mansion. The priest held a jet-black wooden staff, from the top of which hung a copper bell stained with dried blood. "Old Master Shen, your son's lifespan is nearing its end. King Yama is preparing to collect his soul," the priest sneered. Old Master Shen immediately knelt on the floor, banging his head three times. "Immortal Master, please save him! The Shen family has only this one heir. If you can save his life, you can have all of the Shen family's wealth!" The blind Taoist priest slightly opened his mouth, revealing a set of black teeth, and softly uttered four words: "Borrow fate by birthday." "Borrow fate by birthday?" Old Master Shen's heart trembled. "Find a healthy person born on the same year, month, day, and hour. Use their birthdate and fresh blood as a guide to transfer your son's fatal calamity to the other person." The priest leaned in and whispered the extremely cruel ritual of fate borrowing. After hearing it, Old Master Shen's eyes revealed a desperate yet ferocious glint. He didn't notice that as the priest turned away, a strange red glow flickered deep within his blind eyes... To be continued in the next chapter...

Chapter 1: Born in the Yin Hour The Li family mansion sat at the foot of North Mountain, in the most remote corner of Blackwater Town, a place perpetually shrouded in an unshakeable stench of damp rot. At the stroke of midnight, the midwife severed the umbilical cord with trembling hands. Instead of crying, the infant let out a low grunt, like the death rattle of an old cat. A sudden gust of strange wind swept past the window, extinguishing the three butter lamps on the table. Old Master Shen leaned closer to the lamplight and took a look. A black birthmark, shaped like a dead man's fingerprint, had appeared on the infant's back. "Yin year, yin month, yin day, yin hour..." The midwife's face turned deathly pale. She hastily took three steps back, dropping the child in her arms onto a soft cushion. "Old Master Shen, this child won't live past eighteen. Their fate is to come to the Shen family to collect a debt!" Old Master Shen's expression turned as dark as water. He raised his hand, took out a heavy ingot of silver, and tossed it to the midwife, his voice terrifyingly low: "Keep your mouth shut. If a single word gets out, the mass grave on Blackwater Town's back mountain will be your end." The midwife nodded repeatedly, hastily packed her belongings, and left through the door. The moment she pushed open the wooden door, a black shadow streaked across the corridor, knocking her to the ground. The midwife screamed and fainted. The baby's swaddling clothes, which had been on the table, actually moved on their own in plain sight, emitting a cold chuckle... To be continued...

Under the sickly green light, the sturdy alloy wall of the laboratory softened like sponge, oozing large patches of black, foul-smelling blood. Several scientists screamed in panic, desperately rushing towards the escape door, but all electronic locks lit up with blood-red "ERROR" messages at that moment. The boundary between virtual and reality was utterly shattered. "Save me!" A technician's ankles were grabbed by countless purplish-blue demonic hands that suddenly emerged from the floor, instantly dragging him into the melting alloy wall. Accompanied by a chilling sound of cracking bones, a human-shaped bulge appeared on the wall. I sat on the instrument chair, sparks continuously flying from the wires on my head. My brain had become the "bridge" for these demons to descend into reality. I could clearly feel thousands upon thousands of souls filled with malice pouring madly into this material world through my neural network. "What have you done... What are you?" The white-coated supervisor, cornered, yelled at me with utter despair. I slowly stood up from the chair. Tearing off the wires from my head, my neck made a cracking sound as it turned towards him at an extremely twisted angle. My eyes had already become two bottomless blood pits, and the corners of my mouth stretched into a non-human grin. "Me?" I sneered in a voice layered with countless vengeful spirits, "I am Room 404." Boards: Novel Serialization, Image Sharing Follow the boards for continuous updates, every night at 20:00, 00:00

The Missing Wife Xiao Zhang's wife disappeared a year ago. The police searched fruitlessly, eventually classifying it as a cold case. Devastated, Xiao Zhang decided to renovate his house and replace all the old furniture to overcome his grief. As the contractor was dismantling the wooden headboard of the large double bed in the bedroom, he suddenly cried out, dropped his tools, and stumbled backward. Xiao Zhang leaned in to look. Inside the hollowed-out space of the headboard was a thin, dried human skin, remarkably preserving his wife's face. Terrified, Xiao Zhang collapsed onto the floor and immediately called the police. Upon arriving at the scene, the police meticulously examined the headboard's interior. Forensic experts found a large amount of wood shavings and dried blood under the wife's fingernails, and the inside of the headboard was covered in dense scratch marks. The veteran forensic examiner sighed and said to Xiao Zhang: "She was crammed into this gap, less than two centimeters wide, while she was still alive. When they put her in there, she was alive." "And judging by the direction of the scratches, for the past year, right where your head rested every night as you slept... she was actually in there, trying to reach out and touch your hair."