I Became the Protagonist of a Crime Novel Chapter 7

No one in the chat dared to speak anymore. Even the slowest person could tell something was wrong.

I stared at the surveillance on my tablet, waiting for our first confrontation.

I didn't feel afraid at all. Instead, I felt a sense of anticipation, like a straight-A student who had prepared thoroughly for a test, waiting to show off their skills and enjoy the process.

"Boom—" Suddenly, it started pouring rain outside. With a clap of thunder, all the lights in the hallway came on. The killer appeared at my door, holding an axe.

Through the surveillance, I saw he was covered in blood, his face looking even more terrifying against the crimson backdrop.

"Knock knock—" It was the sound of knocking.

"Resident 601, please open the door. I'm here to apologize."

The killer's hoarse voice echoed through the rainy night, sounding even more chilling.

Seeing I didn't respond, he began to lose patience, gradually escalating from knocking to pounding.

"Open the door! Didn't you say you'd file a complaint against me? Weren't you so arrogant? Who are you putting on this act for now?"

"Who do you think you are? Always threatening to file complaints against people without caring about their lives?"

I held my Coke leisurely and said:

"Dude, whoever said they'd complain about you, go find them. Why are you taking it out on me?"

"Acting innocent? Your boyfriend said so. Dating someone that arrogant means you're no good person either. Open the door right now!"

"I'm not popular. Don't have a boyfriend. You've got the wrong person, or maybe you ran into a ghost?"

I joked, half-serious, since my boyfriend really was a ghost.

To him, this sounded more like provocation.

The killer's expression began to turn vicious:

"You're discriminating against me, aren't you? You think I'm disabled so you can treat me like a fool?"

"I'm blind in one eye, so I'm beneath you people? I work diligently every day, never complaining, never stealing or robbing. Why should I still be looked down upon?"

"I was abandoned at an orphanage at birth, and my wife ran off with another man after I was disfigured."

"There's not a single good person in this world. I'm going to kill you all!"

Great, so he's a love-deprived guy seeking revenge on society.

As he spoke, he became increasingly manic:

"I was going to give you a quick death, but it seems you don't appreciate it. Then I'll have to take my time.

Little girl, I've got all night. Let's play slowly."

He backed up and prepared to ram the door. Standing behind it, I rubbed my hands excitedly: Time to test my panic room!

"Crash—"

The killer indeed foolishly charged forward, rushing into the room and face-planting hard.

That impact was quite severe. The hallway walls were shedding dust.

"Hahahaha—I'm not there. See if you can find me." My merciless laughter echoed through the surveillance.

Looks like this killer isn't too bright. This is in the bag.

The laughter hit the killer's sensitive nerves. Enraged and humiliated, he roared and swung his axe wildly.

The panic room's wooden panels were hacked to pieces, revealing the steel plates underneath.

"You dare mock me! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

Finally, his arms were sore, but the panic room walls didn't budge an inch.

That's right—I had locked myself in the panic room.

For the first time, the cold-blooded killer's face showed signs of defeat.

"Dude, that person really wasn't my boyfriend. But he's definitely in this building. Find the right person. Why not go look for him?"

If he could exorcise ghosts, I'd actually have to thank him.

The killer paused, then surprisingly agreed:

"Okay."

He's leaving that easily? I checked the surveillance.

Sure enough, he was heading toward the rooftop.

Soon, I saw a rope dangling down by the living room window. The killer slowly descended along it, trying to use leverage to break in through the window.

It was raining outside. I watched him like a stupid moth, repeatedly crashing against my window.

Ha! This window can't even be penetrated by bullets, let alone his flesh and blood.

"Bang—Bang—"

One strike after another. Listening to that sound, I felt pain on his behalf.

While appreciating his clumsy movements, I made faces at him, infuriating him until smoke nearly came out of his seven orifices.

He pounded the window violently, cursing at me: "Looking for death! I'll burn you out if I have to. Just wait."

My smile didn't waver. I gave him the middle finger, enjoying his look of despising me but being unable to get rid of me.

The killer seemed to think of something. He sneered, pointed at me, grabbed the rope, and climbed back up. The world became quiet again.