The girl on the 11th floor of the horror post!

The midnight movie had ended. Walking out of the cinema, the streets were cold and quiet, with hardly anyone around. She leaned on my shoulder. Her sidelong glance carried a hint of mischief, and she said softly, 'I don't want to go home yet. What should I do, hmm?' 'Come to my place, stay with me, okay? I'm scared being home alone at night.' A rush of joy swept through me. This adorable person, clearly knowing my answer, still dared to tease me like this. 'Fu'er, it's already very late, and you have work tomorrow. Go home and sleep, okay? Let me take you home,' I patted her back and then pulled her into my arms, suddenly feeling how cold the night was, shivering slightly.
—Half an hour later— 'Fu'er, is it this way?' I asked her for the nth time, bracing myself. She laughed brightly behind me. 'Oh my, and you said you were taking me, yet you don't even know the way, go that way!' I laughed, shrugging and spreading my hands: 'Can't help it, just naturally bad with directions. We'll manage somehow.'
'Tch~' She wrinkled her nose playfully, smiled, and pointed to a dark building ahead, 'It's there. Remember it?' That was an old-looking building, dark and silent in the midnight. Yet the streetlights below shone neatly, illuminating the asphalt with an orange-yellow glow, while the mosaic tiles on the building seemed to have peeled off in places. Even though I had been here more than twenty times, I could never remember it ever being lit. Maybe every time I came, it was to see Fu'er home at night. Perhaps the people here were used to going to bed early.
Fu'er laughed, tapping my nose, 'Remember? Don't forget again, okay? I'm going back. Goodnight!' She stood on tiptoe, kissed me quickly, and ran off, her red scarf fluttering, radiating a kind of spirited beauty. I watched her run into the building, the only bright color of the night fading away, as the darkness crept back in, carrying the bone-chilling cold.
By the time I got home, it was already 2 a.m. I spent nearly an hour driving around her neighborhood to find a taxi. When I finally collapsed into bed, I could even hear my bones creaking apart. 'Damn, I'm exhausted.' ...
I thought I could sleep soundly, yet I could never get a proper rest. In shallow sleep, it felt as if I kept dreaming. I tossed and turned all night until my mom woke me up.Old MD Lululu Susu is simply a great remedy for getting up, and I reluctantly moved myself. I could only hear my mom nagging, saying something like, 'You should pick a neat daughter-in-law, girls who come home late are no good.'

Little does mom know how good Fu'er is; I secretly laughed to myself. Fu'er is not only a proper girl but also a super beauty! Although we've been dating for more than half a year, we haven't even reached ‘B', but having such a beautiful girlfriend can greatly satisfy a man's vanity. Thinking about what she playfully said last night, what is that? A request for me? I can't help smiling at this thought. My mouth couldn't stay closed, and I kept grinning even while shaving with foam. The man in the mirror looked silly, probably like a happy man, heh… I lowered my head to rinse the foam off my face, but the moment I lifted my head, I vaguely saw a man in the mirror.

A stranger.

A man whose facial expression was extremely twisted. The man's pale face and terrified expression conveyed themselves to me through the mirror. Fear gripped my throat so tightly I couldn't speak. The razor in my hand fell to the floor with a 'pop.'

'What's wrong?' I heard my mom ask from the kitchen.

I stared fixedly at the mirror.

There really was a man there, but that man was none other than me. My mouth was slightly open from shock, so who did I just see? It must be an illusion. It must be a hallucination caused by being too tired and not resting enough yesterday. I must talk to Fu'er today; we can't stay up so late anymore.

I called a taxi to work, thinking about the conversation with Fu'er last night. She asked me to remember where she lived, but I forgot. Sigh, I only remember it's about half an hour from a cinema. I must ask Fu'er for the correct address after work and write it down so that I won't have to search around blindly like a headless fly in the future. She's a weak girl living alone at home; I wonder if she'd be scared at night…

The whole morning at the company went extremely badly. My headache was unbearable, and I even filled out an important report incorrectly. My boss was furious at me, and because of this mistake, the whole team had to work overtime. Fortunately, progress was quick in the afternoon, and we completed the returned report in less than two hours of overtime. I looked at my watch; it was already past seven in the evening, and snowflakes were starting to fall outside.Fuer must have finished work long ago. Maybe she's waiting for me right downstairs at the company. Thinking of this, I grabbed my coat and rushed toward the elevator. When I got downstairs, I realized that the snow was falling quite heavily. The sky was dark and heavy, pressing down in a way that made it hard to breathe. For some reason, there were very few pedestrians on the street today, and the streetlights quietly cast cone-shaped orange-yellow light onto the snow. Under one of the lights stood a thin-looking woman, wearing a pure white long down coat. A bright red scarf was tied around her neck, entangled with her somewhat messy long hair, fluttering in the cold wind. It was Fuer.

“Fuer?” What a fool, standing out in the snow like that. Her face was so cold it had lost all color—how could anyone not feel worried!

“Tang Zhu… I-I'm scared, terribly scared! The drain at home is blocked, and it's groaning…” Her voice was almost broken, trembling violently. Seeing her face full of fear and grievance, her pale face already had a bluish tint. Tears swirled in her reddened eyes, and her lips were gray from the cold, cracked and oozing tiny streaks of blood. Damn, even such a small thing has scared her this much.

“It's just the sound, not groaning! It's fine, I'll fix it for you.”

“Mm…”

On the way to her house, she spoke very little, just twisting the tassels on her red scarf with her fingers. Meanwhile, the snow grew heavier and denser, and there wasn't a single soul in sight. I even called home, and the phone rang over and over, but no one answered. I turned to look at Fuer, who had her head down, twisting her red scarf tightly with her fingers. For some reason, the color of that scarf seemed even more vivid than usual tonight, glaringly red against the completely dark snow night. I suddenly felt inexplicably irritated.

Damn it, why haven't we arrived yet? We've been walking for so long.

“Fuer, we're not there yet?”

“……”

“Fuer?”

“Tang Zhu, this is it, the eleventh floor. Number 110.”

Climbing the stairs was exhausting. I still didn't see anyone in the stairwell, and every apartment was quiet, without a sound. The strangest part was that each floor had three units, except the eleventh floor, which had only one.

Fuer opened the door ahead of me, and I followed her inside.

My God! I had never been to Fuer's home before. I had imagined many times what her bedroom might look like, but I never expected it to look like what I saw before me.The room was piled full of dazzling artworks!!!! All of them were magnificent sculptures: bronze, gilded, ceramic, of various sizes, in different poses, and each vividly lifelike. The most exquisite were the female statues, some fully nude, some partially nude, breathtakingly beautiful. A few sculptures were even made exactly to real human proportions, with graceful poses and serene expressions; they were truly rare masterpieces. Oh my God, what exactly has Fu'er been hiding from me? How could she possibly afford to collect such exceptional art pieces? And so many of them!! I looked at Fu'er in confusion, and she leaned against the door, smiling wryly. 'A rather rich collection, isn't it?' 'Fu'er, what exactly...' 'We'll talk later. You're tired, rest for a bit first, I'll go downstairs to get you something to eat.' Fu'er went downstairs while I remained, still stunned and unable to recover. These sculptures were so beautiful, so lifelike, especially a life-sized ceramic female statue: the glaze smooth and jade-like, sparkling with a crystalline luster, the figure graceful and healthy, and the expression amazingly detailed; I could even feel as if the statue's eyes were moving, wanting to speak. I examined the statue carefully, and indeed, words like 'stunningly beautiful' were the only way to describe it. Yet, I kept feeling that something was off. What was it? A faint shadow lingered in my mind, but I couldn't grasp any concrete clue at all. I gave up trying to think further and began to look around Fu'er's room. She was the only resident on the eleventh floor, and by a complete calculation, the house must be no less than 200 ping, which is absolutely beyond the means of a salaried worker. So what exactly about Fu'er... What secret could she be hiding from me? In an instant, various thoughts surged into my mind like a tide. I was about to feel dizzy from overthinking, just wishing Fu'er would hurry up, buy the food, and come back to explain everything. I strolled to the left side of the living room, casually opened a slightly ajar door, switched on the light, and discovered that the room was actually a studio. In the center of the room sat a plaster rough draft of a sculpture, and though it was only a rough draft, one could still vaguely see a hint of spirit emerging; it was another female sculpture. Around it were scattered tools like picks, as well as a sketchbook. I picked up the sketchbook and flipped through it, and surprisingly, the entire book was full of sketches of Fu'er! Really, it was Fu'er.Sketches of people lying down, standing, detailed depictions of faces, various expressions, and even... nude sketches. That sketch was a side profile; Fleur posed with a cat-like expression on her face, her expression indifferent, very seductive. My blood rushed to my face.

This was something I had never seen before. My thoughts grew increasingly jumbled, and the mysteries multiplied. What on earth was going on? I stood in the center of the studio, holding my sketchbook, dazed for quite a while.

Fleur, the little clerk, my girlfriend.

A whole floor of a large house.

Expensive statues. Fleur's nude sketches...

Suddenly, I remembered something, grabbed my sketchbook, and rushed to the other room with its door slightly ajar. I pushed the door open forcefully, the light switched on, and indeed. Indeed, this room confirmed my suspicion: opening this door revealed another studio used for casting plaster, with a corner even containing a furnace for firing. A whole floor of a large house, yet not a single bedroom, not even a bed. What did this mean? It meant that Fleur didn't live here at all; in fact, I had never actually taken Fleur home even once!

Suddenly, I felt my whole body go icy. Trembling, I walked to the container in the corner, gripping the furnace door handle—it was icy cold, and my palms were covered in cold sweat. With a 'creak,' the door opened. Inside, it was completely clean, nothing at all.

I let out a sigh of relief. At that moment, suddenly a sound rang out sharply: 'Creak… clatter… rumble…' I jumped up in shock. The sound was immense, almost like a moan, shaking the air in the whole room, and the origin of the sound was the bathroom opposite.

I recalled the reason for coming today—it was this. Fleur had shivered under the light and told me that the drain was clogged, making moaning noises. At that time I had laughed at her, saying it was just noise, not moaning, but now I understood.

That sound, indeed, really did sound like a moan!!

I picked up a piece of wire from the living room, bent it, and walked to the bathroom.

I hated the bathroom light; reflecting off the snow-white tiles, it always gave a pale, grim feeling. Coincidentally, all the bathroom tiles here were white, with a bluish tint, and between the tiles, there was some grimy dirt, an unpleasant dark red color.What was even more strange was that the floor of this bathroom was nearly half a meter higher than the living room outside, and, incredibly, one entire wall was a mirror—a large mirror, like the kind in a dance studio. Looking into the mirror gave a kind of illusion that this bathroom had become two connected rooms, just that one was darker and the other brighter. The sound continued relentlessly; it was coming from the toilet, and it sounded horrifying, as if a demon were wailing. I turned on the toilet flush; the water gushed down with a roar, but soon I realized the water was backing up—the drain was really clogged, and judging by how the water wasn't disappearing quickly, the clog was severe. So I rolled up my sleeves and used a wire to try and scoop out the blockage. When I lowered the wire, I immediately felt something entangled at the bottom. I pulled it out hard; it was black and sticky, with a putrid stench, looking like rotting strips of cloth. I tossed it into the wastebasket and continued dredging. However, as I kept going, I began to feel increasingly dizzy and uneasy. I kept sensing a heavy oppressive atmosphere around me, as well as a chilling gaze—somewhere, I didn't know where, staring fixedly at me, and cold sweat kept breaking out on my back. At that moment, the electric light