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The King of Curses

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บท 1: Chapter 1 The Girl Next Door, Sister Zhi Zhen

The first decade of the twenty-first century had passed, and for those living back then, it seemed to have happened in the blink of an eye.

The height of summer had arrived, the sunlight was scorching, and gusts of hot wind blew through the port, weaving between the streets, alleys, and the glass curtain walls of high-rise buildings in the center of this coastal city, heating the tar roads until they were as hot as a steaming basket.

The temperatures in the urban area gradually became unbearable, and pedestrians on the roads sought shade under the eaves of houses and shops as they trudged along. By the time it was nearing noon, the streets were eerily quiet, not a single person in sight.

Cen Dongsheng rode a Phoenix-brand bicycle, avoiding the fierce sunlight beating down from above. He weaved left and right and entered a residential community in the heart of Jinjiang City. Casually, he pushed his bike into the shed, locked it up, grabbed the package from the rack, and hurriedly dashed upstairs.

"Thump, thump, thump!" His sneakers kicked up dust on the stairs, and the young man's figure quickly vanished into the dark entrance of the residence building.

This was a community composed of more than a dozen old residential buildings, all over twenty years old. Each building had a name, such as Reformation Building, Open Building, Common Prosperity Building, etc. The place where Cen Dongsheng lived was called Xiaokang Building.

After several renovations, Xiaokang Building no longer resembled its original appearance. It was originally designed as a so-called tube building, a product of a specific period in the domestic housing distribution system, modeled after the Khrushchev Building in the Soviet Union. Such buildings typically had a long corridor on one side, with rows of individual rooms connected on both sides.

Xiaokang Building was the largest in volume within the community, with an overall structure resembling the shape of the Chinese character for "return"—hallways on all four sides and staircases in the shape of the letter "Z" connecting the floors together. In the middle was a spacious courtyard, where someone had planted various flowers and plants and set up sheds for parking bicycles.

One feature of the popular tube buildings back then was that the places for washing vegetables and doing the dishes, as well as the toilets, were shared. In the evenings, every household would come out to wash clothes and cook. While the housewives busily tended to household chores, they would chat with each other, creating a bustling scene.

The environment of seeing each other often led to a closer relationship between neighbors here than in other places. This mode of coexistence had its pros and cons:

The advantage was that in times of difficulty, one could ask for help from the neighbors on either side, and no one would refuse. For instance, working parents would entrust their children to the care of elderly neighbors, and a few families with good relationships became as close as real relatives. The downside was that there was essentially no privacy—at the slightest incident, the news would spread throughout the entire building by the next day, and idle gossip was unavoidable.

Each floor had a long corridor that was ventilated from both ends, with some places piled up with luggage, pots, pans, and buckets. Some even hung their wet laundry in the center of the corridor, making the already cramped walkway feel even more confined.

The mess was visible everywhere, on first glance making it seem hard to find a foothold; at night, walking through the corridor without turning on the lights, one had to be constantly wary of stumbling over something.

From the 90s to the early Millennium, following the renovation of the urban district in Jinjiang City, several buildings in the community began to have separate sanitation systems. The walls had been repainted several times, and externally they no longer looked like dull pigeon cages, but the people living inside barely changed, so the interior environment remained the same.

On the peeling handrails of the staircase and the dirty walls, all kinds of small advertisements were stuck—from fake certificates and traditional Chinese doctors to desperate pleas for children—no matter how they were torn off, they never came off completely. Some had been directly painted over with white oil paint.

It was just after his first year in university that Cen Dongsheng had moved to this place. However, the environment of the welfare home he had been born in wasn't much better, so he quickly got used to it.

Compared to the outside, the temperature inside Xiaokang Building was several degrees cooler, pleasantly cool and shady.

As he passed by the corner on the second floor, Cen Dongsheng saw a few elderly men and women lying on chairs, fanning themselves. The old folks greeted him enthusiastically as soon as they saw him, and he stopped to politely respond to each one.

In less than two months, Cen Dongsheng had become acquainted with all the dozens of families in the building. Everyone knew him as an enthusiastic good fellow who volunteered at the community center, often taking care of the elderly and children free of charge.

Arriving in front of room 303, he took out his keys to open the door. Inside, the furnishings were simple yet exuded a warm feeling of home, and the floors and walls were cleaned meticulously. The glaring sunlight streamed through the window, brightening the entire room.

He tossed the package onto the table, poured himself a glass of cold water and drank it down with a "gulp, gulp," then took a long breath and sat down on the sofa to rest. After a while, as if remembering something, he picked up the watering can and went to the balcony to water the potted plants in the shade.

In any case, Cen Dongsheng was feeling a little anxious, an unease that even he had not noticed.

Even though he had hurried back...

He raised his head to look at the wall clock.

"Is it still nap time; would I disturb people if I go knocking now?"

He couldn't help thinking this as his gaze fell back on the bag.

After a while, feeling parched again, he poured himself another glass of water, drained it, and then stood up, slapping his face.

"Alright, what am I hesitating for, just deliver this and I can come right back... Let's go!"

Cen Dongsheng picked up the bag, intending to leave the room. However, as he was about to reach the door, he suddenly lifted his sleeve to smell his own t-shirt.


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บท 2: Chapter 1: The Neighbor, Sister Zhi Zhen_2

"...Forget it, I'll take a shower before going."

*

After changing into new clothes and feeling refreshed, Cen Dongsheng walked along the zigzag corridor towards his destination.

Xiaokang Building had nearly twenty households on each floor, which weren't concentrated on one side. For example, the "316" he was heading to was actually right across from "303."

He carried a bag to the door of 316 and knocked.

"Sister Zhi Zhen, are you home? I borrowed the book you wanted to see last time from the library."

"It's Dongsheng, thank you. Come on in."

A young, clear voice came from inside the door.

"The door isn't closed. I guessed in advance that you were coming, so I opened it beforehand."

Cen Dongsheng's heart skipped a beat.

"Eh, how did Sister Zhi Zhen guess?"

"Because I can do divination and prophecy."

"Who would use prophecy for such trivial matters..."

"You have a point. Actually, I don't even understand it myself, it's kind of like an intuition. Maybe it's a kind of telepathy between you and me?"

The voice inside grew closer, and there was a sound of light footsteps in the room.

"...You're lying, right? Did you actually see me coming from the window?"

Sister Zhi Zhen always loved to tease, and as he muttered to himself, he put his hand on the doorknob and gently pulled—

The door didn't open.

He paused for a moment, then instinctively turned the doorknob forcefully.

...It didn't budge.

"You really are fooling me!"

"Hehehe."

A light chuckle came from inside the room, and the door was pushed open from the inside.

The woman who opened the door appeared to be about twenty-five years old. She wore a light blue off-shoulder shirt-dress that revealed her dazzlingly white arms in the sunlight; the dress tightened at the waist with a loose knot, outlining her slender abdominal curves, and her feet were clad in a pair of open-toe sandals.

"You fell for it?"

"No, why would you tell such a pointless lie..."

He complained somewhat helplessly.

"Let me think. Hmm~ Maybe it was just to see your puffy expression?"

Hearing this self-assured response, Cen Dongsheng found himself momentarily at a loss for words. Seeing her in a casual home outfit, different from her usual formal look, his heart was slightly stirred.

A breeze blew through the hallway, caressing the faces of the young man and woman inside and outside the door, warm and filled with the laziness of a summer afternoon.

Sister Zhi Zhen's shoulder leaned slightly against the door, her black hair split into two smooth strands along the curve of her back, falling behind her. The mole below her eye added a touch of allure to her appearance, standing quietly in the breeze like a water lily swaying on a pond.

"Don't just stand there, aren't you hot?"

Her dark eyes seemed to be carefully examining his features, then like ripples spreading under a lotus leaf, a smile appeared.

Sister Zhi Zhen naturally took the bag from Cen Dongsheng's hands, placed the slippers at the entrance, and turned to walk deeper into the room.

"Come in quickly, I specifically bought some ice cream."

"Really? Thanks so much, it's been terribly hot lately." Cen Dongsheng changed his shoes and walked into the living room, heading straight for the fridge.

"Ah, don't eat both boxes of ice cream, one of them is mine."

"I know."

"You can turn on the TV, I even rented some new DVDs yesterday, they're in the usual place, just take them out yourself. Also, do you like playing games? Recently, Aunt Wang next door gave me her kid's game console. I'm not too familiar with it, but if you like, I can..."

Sister Zhi Zhen's chattering voice came from the kitchen.

"...Do you think I'm a child?"

"Hehe, you just started university, right? You're only a few years older than a child."

Cen Dongsheng sighed and squatted down to pull out some DVDs from under the TV cabinet that were placed on top.

"Godzilla... Night of the Living Dead... weird thing... and several other horror movies, Sister Zhi Zhen really likes these types of movies."

He couldn't help but feel amazed.

...

Sister Zhi Zhen's full name was An Zhizhen, and her profession was a doctor, though she was said to be the kind who stayed in the lab with little clinical work. She was a local from Jinjiang City, and the Xiaokang Building apartment was left to her by her parents. Basically, every summer, she would come here to stay for a while.

She became known at Xiaokang Building earlier than Cen Dongsheng, not just because of her stunning appearance, but also because she used her free time to offer free medical treatment to people in the community, and once even saved the life of an elderly man who had suddenly become seriously ill.

Both had been volunteers in the community. Over the past few months, his encounters with Sister Zhi Zhen had become more frequent. Since Cen Dongsheng once happened to help her move some items and visited her home, their private relationship had grown close.

Actually, due to her stunning demeanor, she initially seemed cold and distant, but once actually acquainted, it was discovered that she was a gentle and approachable elder sister, lively and enthusiastic in his company, and loved to joke...

While reminiscing about the past, Cen Dongsheng scooped some ice cream from the container into his mouth, swallowing it in one breath. The cold, sweet sensation made him squint his eyes in delight.

Just then, he suddenly heard a "crackling" noise coming from the direction of the kitchen.

"Sister Zhi Zhen, what are you doing?"

Sitting on the living room floor, Cen Dongsheng leaned back and looked towards the kitchen, seeing Sister Zhi Zhen's slim back, now donned with an apron.


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