I have a splitting headache. From start to finish, 302 stood with his hands in his pockets, but at this moment, that wound, which had burst open and was bleeding, proved everything!

302 is a murderer!

I screamed and raised the kitchen knife towards 302.

301 Grandpa and Grandma immediately shielded their son behind them.

202, seeing this, stood beside me and raised a baseball bat towards the three people across from us.

Me: "Stop pretending. I stabbed you with a knife on your left hand. You're the murderer who attacked me!"

302 looked innocent and shook his head desperately.

301 Grandma held her son and cried as she defended loudly: "It's not my son, it's not him."

"Then how do you explain the knife wound on his hand!" I didn't believe them at all!

"My son said half an hour ago that he found a rabbit mask at the doorstep. He wanted to go upstairs to scare you. He has a mental illness, his mind is not normal, and it's our fault for not supervising him properly, but he really didn't kill anyone! Believe us! My son really didn't kill anyone, he doesn't have the courage for that!"

301 Grandpa and Grandma continued to defend themselves incessantly.

202 gave me a look, and both of us swung our knife and bat towards the opposite side in unison...

The three people on the other side turned and ran, and we chased after them closely.

They ran out of the gate of 102 and didn't go upstairs to their home, but instead headed towards the dark basement.

I was hot-headed and wanted to continue chasing them, but 202 grabbed me.

She shook her head.

After calming down, I realized that I was too impulsive. The basement could be their stronghold for committing crimes. If I rashly went down, I might be the next one to die.

Just as 202 and I were discussing whether to go up or down, there was a commotion in the basement.

The sound of a heavy object falling and piercing screams echoed.

"Son!"

"Don't kill me! Ah!"

The screams mixed with the wailing of a desperate woman and the sounds of fighting, all of them piercing to the heart.

After a while, the noise finally stopped.

A person stumbled out from the darkness, barely dressed and covered in blood.

We were stunned, about to go forward to help, but on her blood-stained face, she smiled faintly at us, then fell down with a "thud" and never got up again.

It turned out to be 503, who hadn't shown up for a week!

Why was she hiding in the basement?

To find out, 202 and I supported each other cautiously and stepped into the basement. Inside room 501, 302 was crushed to death under an abandoned wardrobe, 301 Grandma's back was full of knife wounds resembling a beehive, and Grandpa was choked to death by a huge iron chain.

Did 503 kill them?

Why was it in the basement of 501?

I felt like my head was going to explode.

In one night, in less than two hours, so many people died.

Each person seemed to be the culprit, and yet, every one of them died.