Midnight Peril: The Secret of the Penthouse Resid…

Ji Linzhou had only been working as the manager of this seaside apartment for a short while when he noticed a woman living on the top floor who never used the main entrance. Her name was Lu Mian. She always slipped in through the fire exit's wooden door around midnight, wearing slippers and carrying a convenience store bag. Ji Linzhou had never seen her face, only ever heard the fading echo of her footsteps in the hallway. Rumors about Lu Mian circulated around the building—that she was six months behind on property fees, that she’d been through an ugly court case with her ex-husband, that her mental state wasn’t entirely stable. But Ji Linzhou felt none of that had anything to do with him. He was just a temporary worker on the night shift, paid by the month, with no desire to stir up any trouble. Until that rainy night, when he saw on the surveillance—